Page 36 of Savage Scream

“You know what’s hot, Dee?” He leans down to hover over me, one hand holding him up on the mattress next to me as his other hand glides up the inside of my thigh. “It’s hot when you make those little noises you make.” Then his fingers graze over my panties.

Another ofthosenoises he’s talking about escapes me, and he grins wickedly.

“So fucking hot.”

He stands back up, quickly hooking the band of my panties with his fingers, and drags them off me.

Suddenly, I feel extremely exposed, but Jared doesn’t leave me hanging, his eyes remaining locked with mine as he tugs off his shorts and jocks, freeing his hard cock.

My mouth waters when I catch sight of it, almost angry looking as it stands tall, the head tinted a shade of purple. I want it inside me. I still don’t understand how I can want that when I’ve never had that before, but I just feel like I need to be filled.

“You want this?” he asks, fisting his cock and giving it a couple of pumps. I nod eagerly, and he grins. “You have no idea how much I want to sink it inside you.”

Of their own accord, my hips lift off the bed as I moan, and Jared’s smile falls away to be replaced with something I can only describe as carnal.

Growling like an animal, Jared falls to his knees, and I watch as he grips my thighs and pries them open.

I should feel embarrassed about being so exposed to him, to have eyes on a part of me that has never had anyone else’s gaze fall upon it before. Just his. Only his.

“Fuck, Deranged. I’m gonna devour this pussy.”

And he does. Lurching forward, he claims it with his mouth, his lips latching on, and his tongue assaults me in the best way.

I want to keep my eyes on him as he eats me, but the feelings are too intense, and my lids close as I fist the sheets at my sides and writhe with building pleasure.

I let myself go completely, my hips moving, thrusting, as his tongue lashes my clit, through my folds before sinking inside me.

I need more.

I almost say the words, desperate and hungry, but he must be able to tell, and a moment later, I feel his finger press to my entrance. Immediately, I part my legs wider, desperate to feel his digit sink inside, and a moment later he slowly eases it in.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he rasps against my clit, even as he inserts another finger.

Is that two? I don’t really know or care as the familiar sensation of ecstasy builds deep in my core, my back arching off the bed as I release the sheets and grip his head, holding him there as I come apart in a rush on his tongue and fingers.

Jared stays between my legs, sucking on my clit as I ride the waves, and when I finally fall lax, he lifts his head and chuckles.

“I fucking love making you come.”

I fucking love him making me come, too.

Slowly, he eases his fingers from me, and our gazes lock as he licks one of his fingers clean. Then he holds the other one up.

“You want some?”

Shit. Do I want some?

He made me suck myself off his finger up at the lookout that night after we met with Griffin and the Angels. It was different then. We were playing a different game. One where I pretended not to like him or the things he did to me, so he didn’taskme to taste myself that night. He demanded it.

Now though, things have changed, and he’s asking me.

It’s easy to pretend I did it last time because he forced me to, but now he wants me to admit I want to.

I bite my lip, unsure if I want to do that, even though he’s watched me taste myself before. He loved it then, and I enjoyed pleasing him, so I nod, pushing up on my elbows and parting my lips.

“Fuck,” he whispers, reaching forward with one of the glistening fingers before easing it into my mouth.

I close my lips around his finger and swirl my tongue over it, all while keeping my eyes on his face. He looks like he’s in a trance right now, and it makes me feel powerful knowing I have some sort of control over him.

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