Page 25 of Fright Night
“All of it.”
Her admittance renders me frozen, surprised she responded after such little encouragement—and equally stunned by what she said.
“Repeat that.”
“All of it,” she whispers into the mattress. “Thinking it was someone else—no, because I couldn’t be sure what you told them to do. But you wouldn’t do all this and actually hurt me. And yes, you’re right, okay? The fear…it excited me.”
It did more than excite her, but I won’t break little Oakley’s fantasy.
I rub her ass where I’ve now spanked her a couple times, smiling when she arches. Whether she realizes her actions or not is something else, but something I’m happy to prove to her soon.
“Let me feel that fear for myself, Oakley.”
It’s the phrase probing for consent. The moment she can tell me to fuck off, that she truly doesn’t want this, that her being wet is simply biology.
Much to my pleasure, she huffs out a husky noise and shifts her thighs, giving me all I need to slide two fingers deep inside her, her walls clamping tight. I curl my fingers, seeking the sensitive spot while my palm rotates her clit.
“Fuck.” Her cry is muffled into the mattress, which simply won’t do. I release her hands to grasp her hair and arch herfarther, ensuring there’s no way she’ll be able to hide her desire from me.
“So, so wet, Trickster.”
Sloppy noises fill the room from my fingering, paired occasionally by her curse or moan. My cock strains against my zipper, demanding freedom. Demanding to be inside her, but I have another plan for when that’ll happen, which sadly isn’t tonight.
Her arms shake, trying to keep herself upright, and she rocks backwards into me, pushing harder, faster, and I swear this girl couldn’t get any more perfect. I fist her hair tighter, curving her backwards to the point of pain, but all she does is whimper and bite her bottom lip. I thrust my fingers quicker, feeling the second she begins tightening like crazy. When wetness is about to pour from her.
So I pull my hand from between her legs, cutting off her orgasm with a frustrated growl from her.
“What the actualfuck, Knox?”
“Two years,” I remind her, with a tap between her legs, enjoying the way she jolts. “Two years without you and you think you’ll be coming after only a few minutes? Not fuckin’ happening.”
Amidst her whining, I sink my fingers back inside her, my thumb rotating her clit. She’s already sensitive, and it’s only a moment of thrusting before quivers threaten to take her down the path she’s still not ready for.
Once again, I remove my hand from between her legs, smirking when her loud curse reverberates through the room. She moves as if to flip over—probably to yell at me face-to-face—but I’m not done with her like this yet.
Torture isn’t meant to be kind.
After hindering her attempt, I drop to my knees beside the bed, unzip my pants to free my throbbing cock, and wrap myhands around her thighs, hauling her to the edge of the bed until her knees are barely balanced. Her surprised shriek shifts into a moan almost immediately as I push down on her lower back, changing her angle for my needs until her dripping pussy is right there.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve stroked myself to the thought of you like this.”
Reality is so much fucking better.
Completing the age-old fantasy, I stroke my cock while wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her in place as my tongue delves into her heat. Finally the Halloween treat for my sweet tooth.
She cries out the starting syllables of my name and that right there is the best sound in the world. What’ll be better is when she says the complete four letters, but she won’t tonight. I know Oakley too well to believe she’d succumb so quickly.
“Fuck.Fuck…” She rocks back into me, mindless in her need to orgasm.
My hand tightens around my cock, thumb rubbing precum down my length. Fuck, to feel her come around my tongue is all I want, but my plan doesn’t involve letting her tonight. She’ll be needy. She’ll hate me.
She’ll crave what only I’ll give her and that right there is what’ll terrify her.
Oakley’s always been the better one between us—but conniving when she wants to be as well. Right now, she desires this, but by morning she’ll convince herself otherwise. She’ll be too afraid to let herself go, and that’s when I’ll grant her that release.
Whenustruly frightens her.
Right now, she needs to realize therewillbe anus.
