Page 74 of Savage Scream

I smirk at him and travel my hand down my front to the aching spot between my legs and give a gentle rub.

“Yes,” he rasps. “Take your panties off so I can see you.”

I consider denying him, but hell, I’m only human and the ache between my legs is almost painful, so I stand and slowly tug the thin scrap of fabric down.

I try to move seductively as I do this, having no idea if I actually look sexy, or like an awkward baby calf learning to walk for the first time. I have to assume that I don’t look too ridiculous, given Jared’s heated expression and the way his breathing increases.

Once my panties are on the floor, I turn and sit back down, holding my breath as I part my thighs again and bare myself.

“Fuuuck, Elodie.” Jared growls, “I wanna touch you. Taste you.”

Biting my lower lip, I slip my fingers to my sex and slide them through my folds. Jared moans, and as I bring them back through, I hold them up before slipping them into my mouth, tasting myself.

Who the hell am I right now? Not that I hate how confident I am, but hell, this is what Jared Crowley does to me.

“Fuck. Dee. Untie me.” He pants, but I shake my head. “You’ve made your point. Let me free so I can worship you.”

Again, I shake my head, returning my fingers to my pussy and start circling my clit.

“Fuck, this is torture. Please Dee. I’ll do anything. I swear. Anything. Just release me.”

I’m tempted to give in, because honestly, I don’t enjoy torturing him like this. I hold strong though, ignoring his plea, and concentrate on building my arousal.

I close my eyes for a minute, letting go and enjoying the sensations as I apply pressure to my most sensitive spot. When I open my eyes again, Jared’s face is screwed up in painful agony as his hips thrust back and forth, his dick finding nothing but thin air.

Rising from the bench, I stalk towards him, and he looks at me hopefully.

“Are you going to release me now?”

I shake my head, bending down to where Jared’s jeans have pooled further down his legs, finding the back pocket, and pulling out his wallet.

He stays silent as he watches me, his eyes darting from my face to his wallet as I slip the condom I know he keeps there free.

“How did you know that was there?” he asks, and I grin.

“I saw you put it in before we left earlier.”

He sighs, his cock jerking as I tear the top of the foil wrapper open, and pull out the condom.

“You gonna put that on for me?” He almost sounds like he’s begging now, so I put him out of his misery and nod before palming his dick and pressing the latex to his tip.

Once it’s rolled on, I give him a couple of light tugs, and he sinks his teeth so deep into his lower lip that I fear he’s going to draw blood.

“Dee,” Jared whispers, desperate for my hand to return as soon as I remove it.

I stand back and study him for a moment, wondering what the best course of action is here, then I leap at him, wrapping my arms and legs around him like I’m a spider monkey.

Air flies from both our chests, but we think little of it as our lips collide, and I press my heat to his hard cock which is now trapped between us, and I moan into his mouth.

Breaking the kiss, I glance up, eyeing the bar above his head before hoisting myself up a little higher, using his body as leverage until I grip the bar and lower down so we are at eye level.

“You want me to fuck you?” I whisper, and he groans.

“So fucking bad.”

Releasing one hand from the bar, I shift back a little, wrapping my hand around his shaft and line him up to my entrance. Then I re-grip the bar and slowly press my pelvis forward, taking him inside me.

“Fuuuck, Elodie. Your pussy is heaven.”

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