Page 77 of Feel Free to Scream

“Your cunt is strangling my fingers again.”

Slowly, lazily, my eyes flutter open.

“Oh,god!”

No wonder I was having the best of dreams. Keller’s bent over my breasts, licking every available inch, while his fingers move inside me. He’s also completely naked, his cock warm and heavy against my stomach.

I don’t know how long he’s played my body like a fiddle, but the familiar, visceral need for relief is at its peak already, so I’d guess for a while.

“Good morning,” he tells me, noticing my open eyes. “I brought something fun.”

Without further warning, he’s pushing that familiar, white, microphone-like device right at my clit, and I scream, losing it instantly.

Good morning indeed.

Keller sits up, a smug smirk lightening his features. “Do you know how rare it is, for a woman to come so very easily? You truly are made to be fucked, Claire.”

I roll my eyes. “Is that why you’re doing everythingexceptfucking me?”

“Oh?” He’s delighted. “So, this isn’t fucking you, huh?”

His guides his cock to my asshole, pressing it in.

I’m getting tired of this. I move my hips so it aims higher instead.

It only makes him laugh.

“Oh, no, darling. I wouldn’t be so presumptuous as to pop that cherry. Remember my rule,” the jerk says, replacing his cock against my asshole.

He’s lubed it up today. When his hips jerk forward in one deep thrust, my ass lets him in, used to it by now.

“I don’t break toys that don’t belong to me.”

“You can break me,” I whine, half pleading, as he continues filling my ass, fast, my hips lifting to meet his. “Please.”

“Out of the question, little ghost.” His thumb is back on my clit, circling it. “At least until you take care of that boyfriend of yours.”

It all comes down to that, doesn’t it? Keller made it clear he doesn’t intend to respect me while I have a boyfriend. And quite frankly, especially while his cock’s plowing into me, I can’t argue his point.

I’m a cum dumpster while I have a boyfriend.

I am only getting fucked in the ass while I have a boyfriend, no matter how much I want him everywhere.

That’s his line. He’s okay fucking a girl who’s technically taken, but he won’t be nice about it.

“Fine!” I croak.

“Fine, what?”

“I’ll call him. I’ll break up with me. Just please?—”

Taking my lower body with him, he leans in. “No.”

Fuck. The next thrust ispunishing. Fast and deep and he unrelentingly keeps fucking me just like that.

“Unless you call himnow,” that is. “I think you enjoyed our last phone call. Would you like to talk to dear old Noah while I fuck your ass?”

I’m too busy panting and moaning to give a coherent response. I can’t make a phone call, with the bed creaking, his balls slapping my butt, and my drenched pussy soaking his stomach, and he knows that.

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