Page 40 of Savage Scream

Fuck, she’s so tight, and so hot, and so fucking good. I take my cues from her for as long as I can, and I know I’m only seconds away from coming, so I shift position, going up on my knees, spreading them, and her wider, and I press my fingers to her swollen clit. Looking down at her, my eyes shift from her face, contorted in pleasure, to where my cock disappears inside her.

“I don’t want this to end.” I pant, thrusting over and over, my words having a double meaning. I’m not sure if she picks up on it, but she nods, biting her lip again as she matches my thrusts until her eyes roll in the back of her head.

The moment her needy cunt starts clenching around my cock, I’m gone. I soar high, blow hard, and roar loud.

It feels like an out-of-body experience. It’s never been like this before. The nameless faces of girls I tried to drown my sorrows in disappear, completely meaningless and irrelevant in comparison to this. To Dee.

A knock sounds on my door, and I only just hear it past the roaring of rushing blood in my ears. Then I hear my dad’s voice.

“Uh… Jared? Is everything alright?”

My eyes widen, matching Dee’s expression as we both form O’s with our mouths, realising that we must have been too loud.

Oh my fucking god, my old man just heard me fucking.

Dee slaps a hand over her mouth as she fights off giggles, and my dick, still buried inside her, shrinks really fucking fast knowing my dad is just on the other side of my bedroom door.

“Yep!” I call. “All good.”

I suck in my lips, trying not to laugh, and my dad’s voice comes through the timber barrier again.

“Are you sure? I thought I heard you yelling.”

A giggle. A real fucking audible giggle bursts past Dee’s hand, and I glare at her, unable to hide my own smirk.

“I was watching a scary movie,” I call. “I’ll tell you about it in the morning.”

Dee rolls her eyes at my lie, her hand falling away but her grin still in place.

“Ok. It’s late. You should get some sleep.” My dad calls, and I nod, even though I can’t see him.

“Ok. Night,” I call, and I hear my dad mumble good night as he walks away.

“Fuck,” I whisper, grinning down at Dee, and she nods in agreement. “Are you ok?” I ask quietly, and again, she nods.

I stare at her for a minute, her dark hair splayed out on my pillow, her big dark eyes bright, her cheeks flushed pink, and her lips puffier than usual.

Reaching out, I run my thumb over her lip. “Stay with me tonight?”

She studies me for a moment as she considers my words before giving me a small nod, and my shoulders relax.

Thank fuck. I want every minute I can have with her before she leaves.

Pushing that depressive thought aside, I slowly ease from her even as I lean down and press my lips to hers.

I take my time kissing her and eventually drag my satisfied arse up, excusing myself to have a quick wash after getting rid of the very full condom hanging from my limp dick.

I return to Dee, who is looking a little awkward, so I wrap her in my bedsheet and lead her out of the room into my dark house, and show her the bathroom and toilet, leaving her to clean up while I grab us a drink.

It’s not long before we are back in my room, curled up together in my bed, and I have to admit, I’m really fucking happy right now.

The silence between us is comfortable as I draw circles on her upper arms, loving how relaxed she seems with me now. I have questions I want answers to, though, and since we only have a short time left before she leaves, I hope like hell she doesn’t turn to ice on me again when I ask them. I want to keep this version of her, but I really want her to open up more to me, so I break the silence.

“What’s your real name?” I ask, and Dee shifts on my chest, her head angling up so she can look at me. “Everyone calls you Dee. But Travis calls you Ell. Is Dee like your middle name or something?”

Dee remains still for a few beats, and I think she isn’t going to respond, but then she shakes her head.

“Is Dee a nickname then?”

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