Page 121 of Savage Scream

Hush tears my t-shirt right down the centre like she has superhuman strength, all while grinding herself against my hard length.

We roll in the sand, a battle to get naked as our lips collide and our tongues devour each other. It’s raw and primal and fucking perfect.

Somehow, Hush ends up back on top of me, our clothes shed, some in shreds, and she lifts herself while lining up my cock before slowly lowering herself down on me.

My fucking eyes roll in the back of my head as her tight cunt squeezes my dick like a hot, moist vise. Her hand roughly grips my chin, sending my lips open again, and she sneers at me.

“Don’t ever tell me to stop. You’re mine.”

Fuck.

I grin wickedly, thrusting my hips up, driving my cock deeper even while she tries to maintain control. It’s heaven feeling her hot silky cunt with no barrier, something which has been a constant since she got out of the hospital back in March. There’s just something about shooting my cum deep inside her that has me feeling primal, and I know she loves taking it, making her feel like I am marking her, claiming her, each and every time we come together like this, whether it’s Dee or Hush.

And hell, right now I have Hush and I love fucking her. It’s a battle for dominance that I’m here for. It lets her release some of her demons as well, and I’ll always be here to help her do that. I’ll never stop loving her and helping her see that she really is worth fighting for.

“Fine,” I hiss back in response, gripping her hips so I can get better momentum as I drive up harder and harder, watching Hush slowly lose her battle of remaining in control. “As long as you never tell me to stop, either!” I grunt, my lip curling with pleasure and pain rushing through me. Her gaze is molten, but she doesn’t argue, so I continue as I glide my hand up to cup her full tit and roll her nipple. “And don’t forget that you’re mine, too!”

“Yes!” she gasps, throwing her head back as she gives herself over to the dance our bodies evoke.

She’s a fucking beauty. The way the moonlight makes her skin glow is otherworldly, and as she presses her own fingers to her needy bud, her hips rising and falling in sync with my thrusts, I feel her start to clamp around me.

The moment she starts to convulse, my nuts tighten and a wave of pure ecstasy rushes over me.

My roar is loud, but nothing like the sound that flies from my girl’s lips. Lips that were once silent, not making a sound for anyone.

It’s the most beautiful sound I’ve ever heard, and I know I’ll spend the rest of my life worshipping Elodie Porter and hoping to hear her make that sound again.

It’s pure animal. The war cry of a warrior princess.

It’s a truly beautifulsavage scream.

THE END

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