Page 58 of Savage Scream

“After you fuck me.”

His mouth drops open and his blue eyes flare even as his hardness, covered by his school pants, grinds between my legs.

“Fucking hell, Dee. Your voice is sexy as fuck, and when you talk like that, all dirty,” he beams, “nearly makes a grown man arrive to the party too early.”

A giggle bubbles up my throat, and Jared chuckles, shaking his head as he stares at me.

“You’re everything, Elodie. Fucking everything.”

Jared’s words spear me on, and I claim his lips again, grinding myself over his bulge. His hands make quick work of getting rid of his clothes before his lips travel over my flesh, exploring my body.

When noise from Rhys and her fellas filters in from under my door, I briefly worry that Rhys might barge in here wanting answers and pestering me about talking again, but as their voices fade like they are closing themselves inside Rhys’ room, I relax again, quickly feeling the fire in my veins as it consumes me. The moment Jared flicks his tongue over my needy clit, I reach for my pillow and slam it over my face.

Feeling less timid about what we are doing now, I chase my orgasm quickly, almost scared that someone may interrupt and I might actually die if we have to stop.

Jared must be able to sense my urgent need, and he adds his fingers, two again I think, stretching me as he curls them up.

My climax hits hard and fast, and I bite the pillow, my cries muffled, and I soar.

Coming on Jared’s tongue and fingers is my most favourite thing to do, ever!

After the waves start to ease, Jared tugs the pillow away from my face, his grin filling my vision.

“That was hot.” He smirks, brushing my hair back off my face. “I could do that all fucking day.”

I grin and whisper, “Get inside me.”

“So bossy,” he chuckles, bending down to pick up his pants before he tugs a condom free.

I quickly forget all about that when he stands, tugs off his shirt and dumps it on the floor, giving me a view of his naked flesh.

Shit.

He’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I wonder if he goes to the gym to maintain those abs? I haven’t noticed him going to, or mentioning, the gym since I’ve been around, but I guess he maintains it somehow. It doesn’t matter, I guess, just as long as I get to touch them, and lick them, and travel down them to that V that sends my eyes to his full hard cock.

“Hurry,” I rasp quietly, and he grins wickedly before tearing the condom wrapper open with his teeth.

I’m impatient and needy, so I sit up, reaching for his hard length jutting out from him. Jared gasps at my contact as I wrap my hand firmly around his girth before giving it a pump.

“Fuuuck. Your hand feels so good.”

Grinning, I lean forward and flick my tongue over the tip. Jared hisses, his eyes wild as he watches from above. I love the way he’s looking at me. Lust drunk and wanton. I don’t know a lot about sex, but I do know that I want to do things I never knew were even things until now.

Feeling game, I part my lips and press the head of his cock into the heat of my mouth. Jared’s hand fists in my hair, and the tug he gives hurts a little, but not in a bad way. It makes me feel powerful. Like I’m able to make him lose control, so consumed by desire that he can’t think straight.

It’s liberating.

The last time I had Jared’s dick in my mouth was the night he drove us to the lookout. He was angry, aggressive, and I can’t say I hated it. I was scared of gagging that night, but I’m not so scared anymore, so I take him in deep until I do gag, and squeeze my eyes tight.

“Fuck, Dee. Eyes on me,” he rasps, just like that night when he fucked my mouth against his car. I pry my lids open, my eyes locking onto his heated blue gaze while he keeps thrusting. He doesn’t let his cock go as deep as I just took it a moment ago, and as I frown around his dick, he shakes his head. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

I growl around his cock this time, which causes him to smirk, and he shakes his head, slipping his cock free.

“As fucking heavenly it is to have my dick in this hot little mouth,” he grazes his thumb over my bottom lip, “I’d rather sink it in here tonight.” He leans forward, gliding his fingers up my inner thigh until they come to my slick heat. “Would you like that? For me to slide inside here,” he inserts two fingers, and I moan, “and stretch you wide?”

I nod frantically, so he straightens back up, focusing on his cock and rolling the protection on it, before he returns his attention to me.

“I want you to ride me tonight,” he suggests, and hell, I’ll do whatever the fuck he wants.

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