Page 39 of Savage Scream

Monday, February 24th. I’ll never forget this day.

It’s the day she let everyone see how we feel about each other.

It’s the day we wrestled and turned each other on, only to finish ourselves off in the bathrooms afterwards.

It’s the day she let me get her off behind the school stadium and I practically fucked her panties.

And it’s the day she came to me without me asking her to. She showed me her scars. She clearly wanted to speak to me with her voice—something we can work on achieving later—and she wants me to be the one to take her virginity.

I’m never going to be able to let her go!

I push that thought down, focusing on the dancing assassin writhing under me. I want this to feel good for her, but there will be a part that will hurt, and all I can do is try to reduce it.

“I wanna make you come again,” I rasp as I break our kiss and look down at her.

With her cheeks flushed, she rolls her hips, chasing the friction from my dick.

“Yes. Do that again.”

So she does, and I join her.

Fuck. I might come before I even get inside her.

That would be embarrassing.

As we grind ourselves together, my dick slipping through her folds, I shift, trailing kisses down her neck and chest until I get to her perfect pink straining nipple. One of her sweet little gasps falls from her parted lips as I take it in my mouth, kissing, sucking, flicking my tongue over the tight bud. Her back arches, pushing her nipple in further, and her hands shift to my bare arse, clawing at me with desperation as we writhe together.

“Dee,” I pant, turning my focus to her other nipple, “After you come,” I suck the bud, wringing another whimper from her, “that’s when I’m going to sink my cock inside you.”

My words spear her on, and her grinding picks up, telling me she’s close.

I’m working on the theory that right after she climaxes will be when she will be the most pliable, if that’s even a thing. So that’s when I’ll sink inside her. If I can hold out, that is. I feel like I’m about to blow.

“Do you wanna come, baby?” I ask, and she nods frantically, her eyes squeezed shut as she bites her lower lip. “Then come for me,” I rasp, sliding my hand in between us until I find her sensitive bundle of nerves.

My fingers have barely touched her when she shatters for me, her cries louder than they were the first time tonight, and fuck, I can hear more of her voice.

Her very husky voice.

With vigour, I circle her clit, drawing out her climax, and the moment her cries start to lessen, and she starts to fall lax, I line my cock up to her entrance and I ease inside.

I feel it. The moment my dick meets her resistance, but I push through, hoping like hell that this doesn’t hurt her too much, and hating how fucking amazing it feels for me.

Dee tenses under me, her lids flying open and her nails digging into my hips, but I keep going, driving all the way in. A painful cry falls from her lips, so I still as I cup her face.

“Dee. Are you ok?”

Breathing deeply through her nose, her wide chocolate gaze locks with mine and she quickly nods.

“I’m sorry.” It’s all I can say, but she shakes her head, releasing her claw-like grip from my hip to cup my face, too.

‘Kiss me’she mouths, and I relax a little, knowing she’s still ok. She still wants this.

I close the distance, taking her lips in mine and melting into the kiss. A moment later, Dee starts moving her hips, and I take the hint and move too.

I go slow at first, knowing it must still hurt. It’s fucking hard, though. The way her tight cunt grips my dick like a vise has me dying to thrust harder and faster. I want to completely let go and lose myself in her, yet I don’t. Not yet. That will come later. For now, I grit my teeth and hold back, my nostrils flaring as I fight to remain in control.

With each agonisingly pleasurable slow thrust, Dee begins to relax, the pain in her expression softening until it’s taken over by need, and her hips start to move more in sync with mine.

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