Page 66 of Feel Free to Scream

“You’re so perfect,” he whispers at my tits. “Such an eager cum dumpster. You’re milking my cock so hard, Claire.”

He’s insulting and derogative and I don’t care as long as he keeps going. Given the fact that I just lost it, I should be completely sated, but he kept going, and I always want more, more,more!

“Claire, Claire?” I hear, faintly. “I think the line went out. Anyway, chat tomorrow, yeah? So glad it’s all sorted for you.”

Almost. So close.

Keller’s mouth moves to my throat, my neck, and then, he’s kissing me.

It’s not the first time. He kissed me Saturday. He’s even kissed me while fingering me. But there’s something different to being kissed with a cock drilling my ass, his naked body flush against my mostly bare skin. It’s hot, lewd, and if it never stopped, I’d die happy.

“Please,” I beg him.

I know what I want. I distinctly visualize what I am dying for. His cock filling my pussy, pounding it just like this. But how could I say that? How could Iwantthat? It makes no sense.

“Please,” I sob, begging him to understand.

If he does, he doesn’t act on it. He continues thrusting in my ass, and finally, with one last push forward, floods it with warmth.

I cry.

“You’re so very close,” he assures me. “I should have brought your toys here. You like your wand, don’t you? You want it right here.” He presses my clit.

He’s wrong. It’s not the wand I need.

He sits back on his heels, lifting my hips almost to his face level, my ass in the air.

“I think you need another finger in here. But I could damage that precious hymen you’re saving for what’s-his-face if I filled you more.”

I want to tell him I didn’t save my hymen for anyone or anything. Noah thinks sex is something that happens between a man and wife. My grandmother wholeheartedly agrees. My mother’s name is often muttered as the example of what happens to people who go against that sacred edict. And I was given no reason to want sex before him.

I want it now, though.

I don’t necessarily agree with everything my grandmother preaches. It’s like her certainty that she got that free surgery by being pious, when in actual fact, I got it for her, by being positively scandalous. I just smile and nod to what she says to keep the peace.

If I’d wanted to have sex with Noah, I would have acted differently. I’m too shy to just point-blank tell him, but I would have alluded, seduced, cajoled.

I would have said please.

“The finger. Add a finger,” I tell him.

Tear the damn barrier so we can stop talking about it already.

Hetsks. “I don’t think so, darling. That cunt isn’t mine. I don’t break other people’s toys.”

I think I hate him.

“Don’t worry. I don’t mind playing with it a little. So long as I give it back intact.”

He covers me with his whole mouth, and feasts.

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CLAIRE

Eventually, I return to my body, sweaty, disgusting, out of breath.

I’m glad Keller’s still here. I’d hate if he left. It would make me feel hollow. Alone.

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