Page 28 of Stream & Scream
I don’t speak. I don’t need to.
Her gaze locks on me, on the outline of my body, the gleam of the tactical lens, the monster she pretends to want but never expected to actually meet.
“Oh my god.” Her lips curl. “Are you The Hunter?”
I still don’t answer.
“Oh wow,” she laughs nervously. “That’s... hot. Kinda creepy-hot. Wait, am I allowed to talk to you? Or is this like, ‘I’m gonna kill you now’ vibes?”
My hand grips her arm. Tight.
She gasps. Not in fear—yet. It’s surprise at first. Then a flicker of something else.
Excitement.
Stupid bitch.
Her wrist cam dangles, bouncing against her hip as I haul her backward, deeper into the trees. Her shoes scrape through the dirt, catching on roots and rocks, but she doesn't resist. Liv’s silhouette fades, curled inside the base of that tree like a prayer I’m not ready to answer. Not yet.
I drag her far enough that Liv won’t hear. Far enough that I won’t lose control.
The camera’s still blinking, still streaming. Still hoping someone’s watching.
I shove her to her knees.
She stumbles, then giggles, her voice breathy with adrenaline. “Wha—okay, okay, this is part of it, right?” she says, brushing hair from her eyes. “You’re not really gonna?—”
Her voice dies when she sees my cock.
Thick. Heavy. Lined with stainless steel studs down the shaft.
Jacob’s ladder.
She stares, lips parted, eyes wide. Like she doesn’t know whether to cry or drool.
“Open your fucking mouth,” I say, voice low, flat.
She does.
Of course she does.
Maxine is the kind of girl who fucks her way to center screen. Who gets off on being seen, even if it’s her last act on Earth. She leans forward eagerly, lips parting around the head as I guide it in.
But I don’t see her.
Not really.
I see Liv.
That sweet little mouth. The one that snaps and snarls when she’s awake.
I thrust hard.
Maxine gags.
I hold her by the back of the head and fuck her face like she doesn’t need air. Like she’s just a flashlight wrapped in whimpers. Her throat spasms around me as I bottom out, those little piercing beads dragging over her tongue and palate, making her sob.
She claws at my thighs.
