Page 36 of Make Them Bleed
My body grows harder by the second, and I keep my hand traveling south. I can’t believe this is happening.
“Keep going,” she croons as her mouth falls open, begging me to kiss her.
Fuck. This is Juno, my best friend. The woman I’ve dreamed about being intimate with since I was a horny teenager.
I glide my fingers over her torso, letting my fingers drag across the hem of her shirt and I’ve got a decision to make here. Slip under her shirt? Or keep heading lower?
I need to touch her. I need to feel how wet she is. I unbutton her jeans, and lower the zipper. Her eyes snap open, and I swear she can see right through the mask. However, I know she can’t.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
If I wasn’t wearing this mask, I’d remove my hand…apologize… and pretend none of this had ever happened. But something snaps deep within me.
“I’m going to erase the past few months for you. I’m going to make you feel so good you won’t feel like you’re falling anymore, you’ll feel like you’re finally living again.”
She closes her eyes, leaning her head back against the top of her car. “Please, Hoover.”
I flinch, thankful she can’t see me when the nameHooverfalls from her lips. I pray for the day she screamsArrowinstead. However, she’s begging me to make her forget, and I focus all of my energy on her need. I slide my hand down her jeans, slipping past the waistband of her panties, and nearly pass out by the feel of her bare pussy.
Fuck me.
She’s wet. She’s dripping. And she’s so ready for me.
I hate that I’m wearing a mask right now. I hate that I can’t lay her down properly and rip her clothes off like I want to.
Instead, I press the heel of my hand to her clit and drag my finger through her wetness. She grips onto my shoulders, spreading her legs slightly to give me more room to play. And play I do. I grip her waist with my other hand, tugging her closer in one tight yank.
“Mine,” I growl, no longer recognizing myself.
I push my middle finger deep inside her, hooking it when she moans out.Yes.I lean closer, pressing my hardness raging to break free behind my jeans against her hot center.
Her hands run down my shoulders, across my chest, and then she rubs along the ridge of my jeans where my cock is begging.
“Oh fuck,” I whisper and it comes out so robotic that I hate it.
I finger her as she runs her palm against my dick. And then she does something unexpected. She undoes my jeans and I nearly hyperventilate at the feel of her warm skin against my cock.
“Take it out,” I tell her, and she fucking obeys. This is madness.
I keep playing with her, fucking her with my fingers as she gets wetter and wetter. I’d do anything to fuck her right here against Render’s car. That’s how horny I am. Forget decorum. Fuck everything.
I press against her clit, wishing I could get my mouth on her. Wishing I could suck her clit between my teeth. She strokes my cock with one hand and reaches her other hand out. She places her fingers at the edge of my mask, like she wants to take it off.
I tilt my head, and then shake very slowly like the Ghostface is known for doing in theScreammovies.
She laughs lightly. “You’re no fun.”
I stop my movements with my hand, and she mewls. “Want me to stop?”
She shakes her head violently from side to side. “No, please. Make me forget.”
“Then keep stroking my dick and I’ll fuck your little pussy with my fingers, and you can imagine it’s my thick cock fucking you instead.”
Her eyes widen, and I silently curse myself. I would never speak to Juno this way without this mask. However, not only does she like my dirty talk, she fucking loves it. And I’m here for all of it.
She keeps moaning as I play with her pussy. Her fingers wrap around my cock as she tugs gently, and then she does somethingthat surprises me again. She spits into the palm of her hand, and when she touches me, I nearly buck out of control. She focuses on the head of my cock, letting her pinky swipe along the slit on the head.
“Fuck me,” I whisper, closing my eyes.
