Page 154 of Scream
My toes curl on the floorboard. A sensation to come for my wife licks down my spine to my balls, and I want to unload everything I have into her for the third time since we got into the ostentatious house. “Is that what you need, wife? For me to fill you?”
“Yes!”
It doesn’t matter how many times my wife asks for my cum. It’s a goddamn hair-trigger, and she knows it. “Come for me, Duchess. Make a mess on my cock. There you go. Gooood fucking girrrll. There you fucking go- ah,shit!” My forehead hits hers as I come into her impossibly tight cunt so hard, I falter and slip out. My legs go out from underneath me, and I stumble, falling to the ground on top of the sheet we pulled off the mirror. But Parker is quick to have her on all fours. He shoves her head down on my dick, and she licks me up while he takes her from behind.
My head hangs back between my shoulder blades, and I watch through the mirror as she sucks up my cum-coated cock, and he pounds into her. If I thought I was rough, Parker shows no fucking mercy. “That’s my pretty fucking girl, taking my cock so fucking deep in this pretty pussy. That’s it, baby. Come for me. Rub that sweet little clit. Fuck yes, Sabrina. Take my fucking cum, baby.” Sweat drips down his chest, and he smacks, smacks,smacksher ass until he grabs her asscheeks. Splitting them open to shove himself deeper as they both come.
He withdrawals and rolls away from her, breathless.
She lays down, keeping my cock warm in her mouth and draws soothing circles on my thigh.
“We have four hours before we need to leave for Kensington.” Parker reminds us after a few extra moments of silence.
Sabrina groans. If she hadn’t left me depleted just now, the vibrations would’ve made my dick stir. She climbs up my body like a kitten and kisses me. “I’m sure that riled up a few ghosties.” She grins, plopping her naked, lush body on mine. I love feeling her nipples againstmy flesh, love how she feels in all aspects. Love the way she smells. The way she looks at me. The way she laughs.
I’ve only fallen harder for my wife.
Tildy’s vow renewal is a small crowd.
I know she did that for her daughter, and I have a greater appreciation for my mother-in-law. She could’ve had a huge lavish party, but instead, kept it at about fifty or so of her and Derek’s closest friends.
Sabrina proudly introduces me as her husband. Parker stays close to the exits, but his eyes follow Sabrina about the room, never leaving her. I can’t help but feel for him. It must be difficult to go years without touching her, finally have her, and have to go back to pretending you aren’t in love with her in order to pretend to be her employee and nothing more.
While Sabrina schmoozes, holding a glass of wine but not drinking it, I approach my mother-in-law who is standing by the dessert bar. Cupcakes and cookies and macaroons all strategically placed on golden tiers. It’s a nice little party filled with a lot of older people that smell like money and gold. She grins and takes a sip of her wine, looking about the decorated garden. The sun will be setting soon, and the small lanterns that are hung have just turned on. She looks pleased with the turnout.
“Congratulations.”
“Thank you, Maksim. Thank you for coming. Sabrina tells me you do not enjoy flying.”
I chuckle. “No, I do not. Thankfully my wife figured it out and always has an antihistamine in her travel bag for me.”
Tildy hums happily as we watch Sabrina flutter about, speaking to guests, laughing. I love this version of my wife. I know she’s exhausted, but her smile doesn’t look fake at all anymore. The last rays of the setting sun hit her, causing the warm undertones of her skin to pop. The gold and pink in her hair mesh well when she tips back her head to laugh at something a guest has said. It makes me smile without wanting to when she radiates like this.
My wife is extraordinary to look at.
“She is very thoughtful, isn’t she?”
“Yes ma’am, she is.”
“And Parker?”
I tilt my head to her. “What about him?”
“He seems a lot happier, too. And you. You’re all less broody and dreadful.”
“We were dreadful?” I ask, taking a sip of my wine.
“An absolute bore, darling,” she grins. “I may no longer be privy to Sabrina’s antics, but I know when my daughter is getting plundered and ravished fitly. She tends to glow like a nightstick.”
I choke on my wine. “Christ,Tildy.”
“Also, her hair was mussed, and her mascara was ruined when she got upstairs. Come now, Maksim, I write mystery bodice rippers for a living, don’t be a prig.” She hands me a cloth napkin so I can wipe my face as I try to catch my breath. “Whatever the two of you are doing, please don’t stop.”
“You know?”
She rolls her green eyes. “Please, darling. Parker won’t let her out of his sight, like a hawk, and you’re following her like a bloody great Dane. Elena, Jonas’ mother, tells mehe’sin a quad. I’ll have you know Derek and I are not so prudish in our proclivities. Just forty minutes ago I was ravished in the coat room.“
“Good to know,” I rasp out, finally getting a handle on things.
