Page 65 of Feel Free to Scream

“You’re going to break up with him,” Lily says.

It’s not really a question. I’m guessing everyone knows it at this point.

“Yes.”

“And you’re going out with fucking Keller.TheKeller. Wow.”

I can’t talk about it while he’s attempting to drive me insane with his mouth. In fact, I can’t talk about anything at all, so I turn it back on her.

“How about you and Cross?”

Keller sits up, lifting my legs, and sliding both my shorts and panties down my thighs. He unties the towel at his waist, revealing his hard cock, pointing right at me.

“Keep talking,” he mouths, slowly, taking his time, to slide it, first, right at my entrance, but he only teases it, coating his tip with my wetness.

“It’s not like you and Keller,” Lily says. “It’s not serious. Basically, last year, Olivia had to tutor one of his terrible hockey player friends, and they started to make fun of her.”

Keller presses the head of his cock against my ass. It’s not like last night. He hasn’t entered it with various large objects, preparing it for the intrusion. It’s not glistening with lube to ease it. It’s hard and huge and doesn’t feel like it could possibly fit.

“—not fair. She’s so shy. I certainly wouldn’t take that, so I fired back.”

Seeing his expression as he presses in, I understand that he likes this. He likes that it’s too tight, protesting against the pressure.

“—not so bad, really. Once they’re dealing with girls who can give as much as they take, the teasing is fun. But for Liv, it was more like bullying.”

“Not cool.”

It’s uncomfortable. Until it isn’t. I can’t explain how or why, but all of a sudden, my ring of muscles just abandons the fight, letting him in. He still enters me slowly, letting me feel every inch, every curve.

“—then, they saw me come back from Comic-Con, and they just have not let up since. Apparently, there’s something about seeing a chick in a Catwoman outfit that makes guys lose brain cells.”

His thumb presses hard on my clit, and my pussy clenches with need. I was so, so close to coming when he stopped to start fucking my ass. It feels betrayed.

“—anyway, yes. He likes to tease me. But he’s never made a move on me. Not a real one, you know?”

“Mmhmm.”

My hips hike up, seeking more contact with his thumb, and Keller shifts, grinding into the space between my legs.

“—not his type.”

I very much doubt that, but I also don’t care much right this second. He’s sliding in and out of my ass, a little faster at each thrust, and two fingers return to my needy pussy. They fuck me in tandem with his cock at first, and then, he changes the rhythm, entering me with his fingers when his cock’s almost completely out of my ass, the discordance ensuring I’m always so, so full.

It’s almost too much and yet at the same time, I need more. I should be fuller. My pussy craves more than fingers. My hips move to meet his, and I’m starting to think there’s no way Lily can’t hear my breathing, the slaps of his skin against mine as his pelvis hits my ass. But she keeps chatting away.

“—that kiss, from Saturday, you know. He basically gave me a peck, and then removed the stupid fake video. He just likes riling me up.”

“Good.”

So, so, so good.

Keller leans forward, his large frame looming over me, the angle changing, as he lowers the top of my tank with his teeth and proceeds to kiss every accessible inch of my chest. The hand not holding my phone moves to lower the cup of my bra, so he can bring his lips to my nipple. Then, instinctively, I slide my fingers over his soft dark blond hair.

Oh, fuck, fuck, that’s it. I’m going to come and there’s no way I can stay silent. I can’t. Desperately, I move my thumb over the screen, reaching the mute button just in time, as I throw my head back and scream, feeling hot, thick liquid slide out of me, onto his fingers again. He doesn’t stop moving, my walls squeezing his fingers, his cock.

Keller grunts, fingers digging into my ass as he pounds it.

Lily keeps talking but I can no longer hear a word over my moans.

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