Page 83 of Wicked Little Nightmare

Her small tits swayed hypnotically in front of me, inviting me to take a taste – which I gladly took when she leaned forward offering her nipple. I sucked on it greedily as she rode me harder, causing the mattress to creak underneath us.

Her breath hitched, and she cried out in pleasure as her climax washed over her. It echoed off the walls around us, reverberating in my bones, her pussy clenching around my cock.

“Fuck,” I moaned as I came inside her, gripping her hips tightly. “I was gonna say I don’t wanna come fast, why the fuck would you ride me like a goddamn devil?”

Lakey collapsed on top of me wrapping her delicate frame around mine, her soft skin molding into every hard angle of my body. “Because I can.” She giggled.

I lay there, allowing the tension to bleed from my body, slowly realizing how exhausted I was before I pulled the blankets over us and closed my eyes. “Night, baby girl.”

Her breath evened, her tousled hair everywhere, covering half her face, leaving only one eye open and glaring at me.

“I know you're awake,” she mumbled sleepily yet managed to sound coherent enough.

“I wasn't even thinking about you,” I lied, probably badly judging by the way she laughed.

“Yeah right, I can feel your heartbeat beating out your chest, liar. I’m gonna sleep now, k?” she giggled again before closing her eyes, leaving me alone with my thoughts as her soft even breathing lull me into a dreamless slumber and cum dripping down her legs.

Thirty: Lakey

The girl needed some fresh air, poor thing. Stuck in this dingy apartment for days, nothing but weird vibes and shadows. I couldn't stand it anymore. And if I was bored, Rose was probably dying.

"Come on, Cam," I wheedled, batting my eyelashes at him. "We gotta take Rose out. Let her see the sun before she withers away in here."

Cam's jaw clenched, those dark eyes narrowing. God, he was sexy when he got all broody. "It's not safe," he growled.

I sidled up to him, running a finger all the way down his chest before cupping his cock for a hot second before letting go. "Aw, don't be such a buzzkill. We'll be careful. In and out, quick as you please." I winked. "I promise to make it worth your while later."

His resolve was cracking. I could see it in the way his lips twitched, fighting a smirk.

"Please?" I breathed, standing on tiptoe to nip at his earlobe. "For me?"

Cam groaned, shoulders sagging in defeat. "Fine. But we stay alert, got it? First sign of trouble and we're out."

I squealed, throwing my arms around his neck. "You're the best, you know that?"

As I bounced over to Rose, I caught sight of Cam's face. The playfulness had vanished, replaced by that watchfulness he always had when he didn’t know if something was concrete. He liked Rose enough. Was curious about her at least, but he was definitely still unsure about the whole thing.

It should have bothered me, I guess. All that paranoia. But honestly? It just made me feel safe. Protected. Like nothing could touch us as long as we had each other's backs. Just like we did back in the homes.

I grabbed Rose's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Ready for an adventure?"

Her eyes lit up, a tentative smile blooming on her face. My heart did a funny little flip.Damn, I was getting soft. But looking at Rose — so small, so vulnerable — I knew I'd do whatever it took to keep her safe. To give her the life neither Cam nor I ever had.

"Let's go," Cam rumbled, ushering us towards the door.

As we stepped out into the grimy hallway, I felt a thrill of excitement. A day in the sun with my favorite person and my almost second favorite in the world.What could possibly go wrong?

The city was a fucking mess, as usual. Trash piled up on street corners, the stench of piss and rot hanging heavy in the air. But today, I didn't give a shit. Today was about Rose. In the last few days, she’d opened up more and more. She estimated she was probably around 20 or 21. Couldn’t remember her birthday, but at least they taught her to read and write. They’d done a ton offucked up things to her and the other girls with her until she was the only one that was left. Kinda like my life, I guess. Only she remembered everything, and I didn’t.

She had no explanation for that, but her scars told me her story was true. I asked her about the little girl, and she said she had no idea. She was kept mostly in the lab. Said one of the doctors was nice to her sometimes and gave her cake every now and then. Of course, that would be before they cut pieces of her skin off and sewed it back on to see if she could tolerate the pain. Or, as she put it, “to see if my pain tolerance had risen since the last time.”

We piled into the shit-box Camry we’d kept after Skeets jacked it, the engine coughing to life like a grandpa with emphysema. I turned to Rose in the backseat, flashing her my biggest smile. "We're going somewhere special. You're gonna love it."

As we crawled through traffic, I kept up a steady stream of chatter, pointing out all the sights. Not that there was much to see in this shithole. But Rose's wide-eyed wonder made even the graffiti-covered walls seem magical.

"Look, Rose! See that building? Rumor has it, a serial killer used to live there. Fascinating, right?"

Cam shot me a look as he struggled not to laugh. “She’s literally bumpin’ around with us, why would she find that fascinating?”

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