Page 94 of Feel Free to Scream

Hell no, she won’t accept help half naked. Good girl.

Claire’s hands move to the knot at her waist, but she talks herself out of it, obeying my order, as she keeps turning and turning, walking through the half-naked crowd, snapping at anyone who dares come too close.

I grin. In truth, not too many people here would hit on her. Her hair’s recognizable enough, and I marked her as unavailable. I only know a couple of dicks who’d cross that line. People are approaching her because she looks lost, and they want to help. But given that they all have their cocks or pussies out as well masks over their faces, she runs.

Literally. She’s racing to the doors, panicking. And remaining just as bare as I left her.

Very good girl.

“Nine! Eight! Seven!” Cynthia starts to count down into a microphone.

The energy changes a little, people desperate to be just where they intended to be at midnight. Couples leave their lovers to find their real partners, flirting pairs start to take it to the next level, most crotches still covered get stripped. Including mine.

At five, I race to my prey.

I grab her around the neck from behind, and she immediately starts to fight back, kicking out, arms flaying. “Let me go!”

“Three, two?—”

Before she can turn, I shove my cock right at her entrance and push in, though she’s as dry as I’ve ever found her, and still trying to flee.

“One! Masks off!”

I remove mine, and thrust in again. “You heard her. Mask off, little ghost.”

“What?” she snaps. “Oh my god, Keller!”

It’s a wonder how her tight vise instantly floods with warmth.

“You’re the fucking worst!” she grunts between pants as I laugh, lifting her leg up.

Her hands fly to the wall, keeping her balanced. She hasn’t had a chance to remove her mask yet, and I rather like that, so I don’t tell her off.

“How did you like playing hide and seek?” I ask, grinning.

Her pussy’s giving me all the answer I need.

“I hated it.”

“Mmhmm.”

Seriously, she’s strangling my cock, already moments away from losing it.

“You could have been anyone!” she whines.

“Would I let anyone else fuck this delicious cunt of yours?”

Between the fact that I teased her all day and most of the night, and the fact that her blood is singing with both fear and anger, I’m not surprised when she starts to shake, and clench around my cock so much she immediately triggers my own orgasms. Fuck, I used to last much longer. I know myself around Claire, however. I’ll be hard again in five minutes, tops.

As she practically collapses against the wall, I remove her mask, tucking it under my arm. “Fancy a drink, little ghost?”

“Fuck you, Keller,” she manages between deep breaths.

“You just did, love.”

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CLAIRE

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