Page 78 of Feel Free to Scream

Instead, I take it in the ass like a good cum dumpster. It feels good. It makes me come a second time, and the muscles of my ass gripping his cock sends Keller over the edge with me. But through it all, I can feel my pussy begging for attention. This is where I want him, where I need him. He knows it, I know it.

Screw this.

I’m still breathing hard when I bring my phone to my ear.

Keller’s rolled to his back; he glances at me with one eyebrow cocked.

“Finally! What’s a guy supposed to do to talk to his girlfriend, huh?”

“Hey, Noah.” I do my best to not sound like I just ran a marathon. “Sorry about not getting in touch earlier. I’ve done a lot of thinking over the last few days, and I wanted to tell you—it’s not working. You and I.” I say it all in one go, before he can interrupt. “I already told you at the end of last year. Keeping a relationship like ours going with states of distance just doesn’t work. I’m sorry.”

“So, that’s how it is, huh?” He sounds cold. “One week over there, and you’ve decided you’re too good for me?”

I catch Keller’s eye.

He was right. This is when the insults are going to start. And the suggestions, too.

To be fair, he’s right. But if I had been completely innocent in this, he would have said the same thing.

Rather than submit myself to all the verbal abuse he’s no doubt gearing up to give me, I reply, “That’s all I had to say. Take care,” and I hang up.

Cowardly, yes. But truly, there is nothing else I need to tell him. I ended it. He can accept it or rage, it won’t matter. Not this time.

My phone rings—the alarm to start getting ready for my baking appointment next door. Instead of paying attention to it, I climb over Keller’s naked body, aligning myself over his lap, placing the tip at my entrance.

“You need to be prepped for this. You need lube. I should make you come another time,” he says, frowning.

For once, he seems a little lost, his usual confidence and amusement entirely vanished from his expression.

“No,” I tell him, before lowering myself on his cock, my hands on his hard abs.

Fuck.

It’s huge. He wasn’t kidding when he said it would break me. I’m not even halfway down the shaft and I feel him pushing things inside me, into my belly. I grind into it, which doesn’t lessen the overwhelming fullness, but it somehow seems to shift some of my insides to allow me to sink farther.

Keller just watches me, staying very still. I get the impression it takes a certain amount of effort for him to avoid moving, but he does it. He lets me fuck myself onto his cock, until my ass sits on his lap. It’s not comfortable, it’s too full, but I fit him in.

Keller sits up, bringing a hand to my cheek. “Tell me if it’s too much. Tell me if it hurts.”

His hips start swaying, moving slowly. Frustratingly so. Something inside me, tight and demanding, wants far, far more. “It doesn’t hurt.” There’s pressure, yes, but everything in me tells me the answer is more of him, not less. “Please, Keller.”

“Anything,” he assures me easily, like I could have had this, had him all along.

And I could. All it took was facing my demons in a three-minute phone call.

Keller anchors his feet on my bed, and lifts his hips, up and down, fucking me from underneath, his rhythm increasing in an unending crescendo. I hold on for dear life, my arms wrapping around his shoulders, my body doing its best to meet his, but I only match one thrust for every two or three of his, bouncing up and down with increasing desperation.

This is nothing like what I’ve experienced before. Sure, his penetration has always felt good, and my ignited core was appeased by the growing pressure and my orgasms, but this time, he seems to be smashing right into that core, each abrupt move of his cock drilling right at the core of the tense, molten need. I sob out nonsense, sucking in as much air as I can, feeling like I could die.

And then, Keller inverts us, pinning me under him, fucking me into the mattress. Legs in the air, all my muscles on fire, sweating, begging, I’ve lost sight of who and what I am past this. Nothing else matters.

“—so good,” I hear over my whines. “You feel so fucking perfect. My beautiful Claire. Just hold it a little longer. I won’t last.Fuck!”

His cock feels bigger inside me, each thrust making my eyes roll back in my skull.

His hands are everywhere. Cupping my breasts, my face, sliding along my legs. His mouth finds mine, swallowing my nonsensical series of pleas and pants.

“Now. Come with me now,” he demands, thumb finding my clit, and pinching it with that one last thrust that undoes the coiling nerves inside me.

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