Page 112 of Scream
We’re both panting, and she’s limp against me. I finally look at the doorway, and jerk my head in a soft motion, telling Savage to join us.
He strips down to nothing but his boxers and slips in next to us, like the first time I gave into my urges and fucked my wife. He places a hand on her back. She turns her head to look at him, and my wife smiles. Brilliantly. Rising onto her forearms, she leans up and kisses me – softly, delicately, so fucking tenderly – I feel the emotion in her simple, loving kiss. When she pulls away, she leans over and pulls in Parker for the same tentative kiss, then settles back down onto me.
Sabrina sighs, the tip of her index finger making small circles on my chest. It feels delicious and warm, but it’s her hum that captures my attention. “What is it?”
“Kane said I squirted into his mouth.” she giggles.
I sit up a little higher on the pillows. “Why are you talking about that right now? Another man?”
She presses her palms to my chest, and I groan when her pussy clenches around me when she sits up. Green eyes bounce between me and Savage, swallowing. Sabrina purses her lips. Her brows knit together as if she’s questioning if she should tell us something.
“Go on, baby. Say what you need to,” Parker encourages, pressing his thumb to the crease on her forehead, as if telling her she has nothing to worry about.
I take in the gentle way he speaks to my wife, the way his mixed-matched eyes stay on hers. His hand comes up to rest on her thigh, moving in slow circles. Jealousy should flare through me. I should be livid. But I see the way he cares for her, and the way she trusts in him. While yes, I am a bit jealous that she has that with him, I want it for myself as well. I want to earn it. Her love. Her devotion.
She inhales sharply and exhales slowly, as if still arguing with herself whether she wants to tell us her secrets.
I want to know every last one of them.
“You’re safe, Duchess,” I add.
She nods.“Maybe you shouldn’t be inside of me for this?”
I smirk, and Parker leans over to kiss her cheek. “We replace it, remember?” he says, just as I say, “You feelus, not him.”
With a clearing of her throat, she begins her story. I can feel Parker’s anger rising, his breath pitching but he stays silent. Rage roils in my stomach, and I feel sick. The worst part is I had that motherfucker in my grasp, and I let him walk out of my clubalive.
But then she giggles again.
“Why is that so funny?”
“Because I’ve neversquirtedbefore, Maksim.”
I’m not understanding what she’s trying to say.
“I’m pretty sure as a defense mechanism, I pissed myself to get him off of me. But he said I squirted into his mouth. He… he drank my pee!” her head tilts back, champagne hair tickling my thighs. Her jaw opens, and her entire body shakes with how hard she’s laughing, and the sound is fucking incredible.Sheis fucking incredible. She is glorious in her moments of lucid insanity. It makes my lips curl up, watching the way she can’t catch her breath, even as tears spill out of her.
Once all her laughter is gone, her smile fades, but it’s still there, just not as bright and she looks down at us, blinking. But she doesn’t wipe away her tears. No, Parker and I both reach a hand up, and with the pad of my thumb, I swipe under her right eye, Savage the left.
Her breath hitches, eyes shining, no longer glossy from tears, but a different emotion altogether. Even though she’s not ready tosayit. I recognize it because it’s what I feel for my wife. While I’m dying to hear the words, I want them to come naturally to her. She grabs our hands, and slides them down to cup her tits, the weight of it feels perfect in my palm, and when my thumb circles around the thick nipple, begging for my tongue to curl around, to lick and suck, a low moan leaves her lips.
There’s a mischievous glint in those green eyes of hers. “Take it away again?”
Savage leans closer to her, propped on an elbow and is the first to speak. “Is that what you need, baby?”
She grins maliciously, like a villain being caught red-handed. “Why? You don’t think I’m…prettywhen I cry?”
He sits up on his knees so quickly. The hand that was on her breast flies to her throat, his hand is fisted in her hair, and her pussy squeezes my now thickening cock that hasn’t slid out of her yet. His nose is by her ear, and it’s the first time I’ve ever seen that pale green eye of his look crazed. He licks up her cheek before nibbling on it, and roughly says, “You trying to make me punish you, pretty girl? Is that it? That’s what my pretty girl needs, isn’t it? Two big dicks up her pretty little holes to make her forget?”
She whimpers but doesn’t reply.
“What about both of your men up your tight, gorgeous pussy? Hmm? I think that’s what my pretty girl needs.”
I not only see the shiver that rolls through her body, but Ifeelit. “Oh, fuck.”
The grin that spreads across his scarred cheek, the way his incisor showcases, makes him look all the villain he’s been in my story. Or maybe he's been the evil mastermind this entire time.
For once, it doesn’t matter, because I feel her growing slick for me. Even with all of my cum still leaking out of her, she’s gettingwetter. I push my hips up, and groan at the delicious slide of her heat gripping me from root to tip. It feels so good to be nestled inside of my wife. It feels like home, it feels right. Like I'd give it all up to be here, in this moment, and every single one afterwards, to be her husband.
