Page 65 of Scream For Me
He pinches my clit, his fingers slipping around the sensitive bud, and I shatter. His name falls from my lips as my body convulses. My nails dig into his back, and my body jerks with my third orgasm of the night. My muscles are dead; my breathing labored.
“Fuck, Kat. Where do you want it?” he grunts as he moves to pull out of me.
I dig my nails into him to keep him inside me. “I have an IUD, and I’m clean,” I breathe, not wanting this union to end.
He doesn’t ponder this for long. He slams into me one more time as he lets out a low moan. I feel his cock twitch inside me as he floods me with his hot come. He dips his head, resting his forehead against mine as our shallow breathing fills the room.
We stay like this for a while, his cock still inside me as he presses soft, reverent kisses along my forehead. He eventually pulls out of me, his come dripping as he does so.
I move to stand before he grabs my arm.
“Where are you going?”
“I should probably find Harper. She’ll be waiting for me.” I reach for my panties, wincing at how cold and wet they are.
“Absolutely not,” he says, pulling me back down on the bed. “I’ll make sure Harper gets home, but right now you need to be taken care of.”
My chest feels tight, and my eyes burn. The tenderness of it all hits me right in the chest.
He reaches over and grabs some wipes off the nightstand, gently wiping my spent pussy. I shudder from the sensitivity.
“You’ll stay with me tonight.”
There’s no question in his words, just hard resolve.
I started the night thinking I was going to catch him fucking another woman. In no reality did I envision experiencing three of the best orgasms of my life and being left with this warm, fluttering sensation in my chest.
I don’t know how I’m going to come back from this.
Twenty-Eight
Elias
Stripped – Payale Royale
Iwatch as her chest rises and falls, her face a picture of calm. Last night, on our way back from NINE, she fell asleep in my car. She woke up as the engine dimmed, startled slightly before I carried her up to bed. She fell asleep with her head on my chest. Last night was the deepest I had slept in years. I felt complete, like a piece of myself had finally found its way home.
Most nights, my sleep is shallow and restless, my mind always running. But last night there was nothing. Just the steady rhythm of her breathing and the warmth of her body curled into mine.
My fingers hover just above her arm, resisting the urge to wake her. Goosebumps pebble her skin even though I haven’t touched her yet, her body reacting to the promise of it.
So. Fucking. Responsive.
I study every inch of her. The faint crease in her cheek from the pillow. The way her hair spills across my sheets like pale ink. My sheets. My bed. My house.
My woman.
I don’t know how long I’ve been awake staring at her, but I know I need to shower. Careful not to wake her, I climb outof bed, my bare feet landing on the warm sheepskin rug. I wipe sleep from my face as I walk to the bathroom.
Turning on the shower rainfall setting, I stand under the spray, the warmth of the water engulfing me. Tension leaves my body, and I let out a long groan. My head dips under the cascade of water, my thoughts instantly traveling back to last night when I felt Kat squirt on my face. I meant it when I said it was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen. I was lapping it up like a man who hadn’t had a drink in days. And when Ifinallyfelt her pussy wrapped around my cock, seeing my come dripping down her thighs? This girl isn’t going anywhere. I wonder if she knows that, too. I need to feel the taste of her on my tongue again soon.
I picture her walking out the front door of my house, disappearing down the long driveway, leaving this place empty again. The idea sends a sharp, painful slice through my stomach.
Yeah, that’s not happening.
My cock grows hard again. But I resist the urge to touch myself because, out of the corner of my eye, I see her. She’s standing in the doorway like she’s unsure if she’s allowed to be here. Little does she know, this is exactly where I fucking want her.
“You’re welcome to watch, little rebel, but it’s more fun if you join in,” I say, turning to her so she can see the full effect of what she does to me.
