Page 22 of Make Me Scream
“Want me to fuck you, runt?”
“You’re the one that wants to fuck me,” he pants.
For some reason, that irks me. I reach down, skimming my fingers along his shaft and down to his balls, cupping them in my hand. His breath catches when I squeeze them, his eyes scrunching, but I move down to his taint and presshard.
Abel yelps. I smirk.
Bringing my fingers to my mouth, I drench them in spit, letting some drip on his face, before swiping them between his ass cheeks and circling his hole. It clenches repeatedly against the tips of my fingers.
I drop my face into the crook of his sweaty neck, lapping at his perspiration and feeling like a man dying. “Who wouldn’t wanna fuck this pussy, puppy?” I rasp.
“Fuck.”
“Mmm,not today.” I graze my teeth along his pulse.
“W-what?” he stutters.
“Yeah. This is just for me, runt. Now spit.” I pull away from the solace of his throat and watch with rapt eyes as Abel turns hishead to the left and spits in my palm, full lips pursing sweetly as he drags them across my hand.
“Good boy,” I rasp as I drag my hand along my shaft, getting it nice and wet. With a groan, I grip my base and angle my dick down between Abel’s spread legs. When my head nudges behind his balls, Abel gasps, eyes shooting open wide.
I smack the outside of his thigh, the resounding crack like a clap of thunder in the night. “Make it tight for me, runt.”
“Jesus,” he mutters, thighs shaking as he brings them together. He crosses his ankles at the base of my spine and arches his back, dragging his cock along my stomach. “OH, fuck yes,” he moans long and low.
“Damn.” I make an experimental rotation of my hips, and my eyes roll back into my head at how fuckingtightit is. “Almost as tight as your pussy, pup,” I mutter.
“Don’t fucking insult me,” he growls, locking his thighs around my hips and thrusting up. Hands twine into my hair and yank, pulling my head down so Abel can slam our mouths together. It’s all teeth and tongue, violence and malice—all we are and all we could be.
We fight each other, a clash of brutality and ferocity, but the inferno igniting between us swarms through my veins, eating its way into my bloodstream until all I feel is the dark coil in my groin. Abel’s breath is hot inside my mouth, spit slick as it mixes with my own and slides down my chin and neck.
His snaggletooth catches on my throat as he drags his lips downward in an attempt to catch his breath, bony little hips gyrating so fuckinggoodthat he finally sends me over the edge.
I delve my thumbs into the hollows of his bruised waist and pump my hips a few times, dickhead bumping against his taint just hard enough for my balls to draw up. My release pulses out and into the crack of his ass, soaking the hole of his wrinkled pussy.
“God!” he shrieks, silver eyes wide as he stares down our bodies, concaved stomach heaving as his small prick flexes against it. I watch in wonder as he reaches for it, and the second his long, slender fingers wrap around his shaft, cum spurts from his slit and coats his pale skin in glistening globs, shooting far enough upward to nearly hit his collarbone.
I spread his cheeks with the tips of my fingers before squeezing them together and smearing my cum around, my eyes never straying from his stomach. His dick slowly deflates, and as it does, my eyes catch on the smallest indents on the side of his shaft. I smirk as I trace them with my fingers, making Abel hiss.
“You’re a fucking dick,” he groans, trying to smack my hand away. I snatch his and grind the bones together.
“Yeah, baby, so are you.”
His breath hitches, eyes widening, and I think the pink hue of the room fucks with his complextion because he looks less pale than usual… yeah, no, it’s probably because he just got off is why he’s flushed.
He looks away quicker than I would have liked, for some reason. “Yeah.”
I pull away, our bodies clammy and sticky. The room reeks of sweat and sex, humid with it. I flop down next to him, heart hammering for reasons I don’t want to elaborate on.
It’s quiet for a while, but my mind is surprisingly quiet, the remnants of my mixed nightmares long gone, and I find myself feeling grateful for the runt lying beside me.
“Thanks, pup,” I whisper into the darkness.
“Don’t fucking thank me, Peris,” he snaps rudely, and just as I’m about to yell back at him, he yanks my arm out and crawls into me and pulls it around him. I freeze, waiting for him to say something, doanything.
But it’s quiet, and before long, his breaths even out, and I’m left staring into the pinkened darkness, wondering what the fuck andwhenthe fuck becausewhat the fuck?
CHAPTER 10
