Page 44 of Screamer
“She will. She’s got a lot of people looking out for her.”
“I know.”
“What about you? Will you get through it?”
“I…” I clear my throat. “Will you help me?”
“I’ll do anything,” he says, his voice barely above a whisper.
“Anything?”
“Anything,” he confirms.
I slide my hands under his shirt and up his chest. Screamer tenses, and his skin ripples under my touch.
“Make me feel something good.”
He grabs my hands to stop my movements. “Are you sure about this, Roxie? Because once we cross that bridge, there’s no going back.”
Am I sure? No. Am I going to do it anyway? Hell, yes.
“I’m sure.”
Screamer climbs out of the bed, pulling me to my feet with him. His heated gaze travels the length of my body, from my head to my toes and back again. “You look fucking incredible in my clothes.”
Heat creeps into my cheeks, but there’s no time for embarrassment. Screamer grabs the hem of the hoodie and tugs it over my head. Next, he pushes the sweatpants over my hips, exposing my green lace thong.
“Goddamn, you’re beautiful,” he breathes. “Every inch of you is perfection.”
Dropping to his knees, he tucks his thumbs into the waistband of my panties and slides them down my legs to pool at my feet. Then he’s on me, feasting on my clit and pussy like a starving man.
My legs shake, so he urges me back until I hit the bed. I fall to my ass, and he grabs my ankles to dangle my limbs over his shoulders. All the while, he doesn’t stop flicking his tongue over my clit.
“Ah, fuck,” I moan.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” He brings his hand up and shoves a finger inside my cunt, then another. “Come for me,” he orders, and my orgasm crashes over me like a breaking wave in the ocean.
As my body begins to calm, Screamer stands and begins to strip. My eyes are heavy, hooded, and saliva fills my mouth at the sight of him. The tattoo on his chest catches my attention, and I reach out to trace my fingers over it.
“Python’s work,” he tells me. “Got it after Ally and my parents were killed.”
“It’s beautiful.”
“It is,” he agrees as he pushes me to my back and climbs on top of me to straddle my hips. “But I don’t want to talk about that.”
I lock eyes with him. “Me either.”
Screamer dips his head to capture a nipple between his teeth. He nips then licks to soothe the sting. He repeats this several times before he trails kisses up my chest and over my chin.
I cup his cheeks and pull him to my mouth, kissing him with feral need. Thinking becomes impossible, which is exactly what I want.
Breaking apart to catch my breath, I move my lips to his ear. “Fuck me, Screamer,” I whisper.
He reaches between us and grabs his hard length to line up with my entrance. My pussy is soaked, and when he pushes inside, I swear it weeps with joy. He wasn’t kidding about his eight inches.
“You take me so well, Roxie,” he pants.
We find a rhythm, and with every one of his thrusts, I lift my hips to meet his. My body stretches to accommodate his length and girth, and the way he fills me feels exquisite.
