Page 55 of Scream (Duchess & Devils #1)

Parker .

Fucking heaven .

Her taste explodes on my tongue, salty at first, but the more I lick, the more I suck, the more my tongue coaxes out her cream and it coats my tongue, the sweeter she gets.

I’m fucking addicted to her taste. From the moment Maksim told me to make her come while she had her mouth busy with his dick, it’s all I’ve been able to think about.

Watching her while she was bent over that bench was too much.

No amount of pinching was gonna help my dick go down.

“You taste so goddamn good, baby,” I murmur against her cunt, loving the sounds of her little whimpers.

Hooking my arms under her thighs, I grab both cheeks with my hands.

I spread her ass farther apart and dive in deeper, shoving my tongue as deep as I can into her hole, wanting to spread her as far as I can before my dick does.

“You still sore from Sunday morning, baby?”

“Oh god, no!” she moans and it’s so fucking sexy, I can feel my dick leaking pre-cum already. I want to put all of my cum in her, watch it drip out and dip my dick back in and stuff it full all over again. Fuck, the thought alone makes me feral. But right now, it’s all about her. How it should be.

“Think you can take just the tip?”

“Parker, I’m-”

I pull away again, if she’s gonna come, I need to feel it on my cock, not my tongue. I need to feel her squeeze around me.

“Ugh! Parker!”

I laugh at her, pull off her shoes, stand up, yank her ruined shorts and thong off, land a smack against her ass, and when she groans instead of yelps, I smirk.

Standing behind her, I grab her wide hips and bring them flush against my short-covered erection.

I need her to feel how hard she makes me.

“On your hands, Sabrina.” When she doesn’t do as I said, I spank her again, loving the way my handprint is pretty and pink on her pale skin.

She gets up but instead of looking at me like I want her to, she drops her head.

“Look at me baby. I need to see the look on your face the first time I slide into you.”

“Can’t I just be on my back?”

The fuck? I screw my face up. “No.”

“Then can we do this on a bed? I… I don't want to see myself.”

Oh, fuck that.

“Sabrina, do you want me? This? I’m not going to force you.”

Her voice quivers when she responds with, “I want you… more than anything.”

Fuck. My heart.

“Stand up, baby. Look at me.”

“Please, Savage… I can’t.”

I shake my head. I didn’t know it was this bad.

While this part would make a boy lose his boner, all this makes me want is for her to see herself the way I see her.

The way I want her. The way I love her. The way I’ve been dying to make her come all over my fucking dick for years . “Up, baby. I’m not asking again.”

Reluctantly, she stands up, but keeps her head bowed.

That’s not gonna work for me, either.

From behind, I reach down and grab the hem of her shirt and take it off, then unsnap her bra from the front, loving the way her tits spill free, ready for me to grab and play with. I slip the straps from her shoulders, letting it fall to the ground. I then put my hand under her chin.

She shakes her head, and I nod mine. “Yeah, baby, you gotta see what I see.”

Still bowed, she shakes her head mumbling, “I’m afraid it doesn’t work like that.”

But it has to. “Do you trust me?”

“With my life,” she whispers so softly, I swear I feel her words imprint themselves on my skin, burrowing deeper than any tattoo or scar I have.

“Then look at me, baby. I promise, it’ll be worth it.

” I tilt her chin up as tenderly as I can, making sure her green eyes stay on mine.

I’ve seen her naked already, but I love it every damn time, and I’ll be damned if I let this moment escape me, if I let her insecurities ruin it.

Selfish, I know. But this is for me as much as it is for her.

She has to see what I see. She’s worked hard.

I know it’ll take time, and I got it in spades for her.

But she needs to know I’ve loved her in every form .

“Your body is sturdy. Strong." I cup her breasts, feeling the weight of them in my hands and rub my thumbs in small circles over her thick nipples, ready to be sucked on and ravaged. I dip one hand to the soft swell of her stomach, and she flinches. “It was made to create life,” I move both hands to the flare of her hips, gripping them roughly, and she gasps, making my dick harden further. “As beautiful as it is, I didn’t fall for your body, Sabrina,” I kiss the top of her shoulder, letting my hands roam over every inch that I can touch, feeling the goosebumps that follow.

“I fell for your mind…” I kiss higher. “Fucking brilliant woman…” another kiss by her neck.

“I fell for your bratty little attitude that told me I needed to spank it out of you.” I kick off my shoes then reach between us and grab her ass, squeezing and lifting, then to the waistband of my shorts and shove them down.

“Your tenacity, your wit, your kind heart…” I step closer to her so she can feel the warmth of my body, the way it reacts to her.

“I love the way you smell, the way you taste, the way you sound. And your face. Every grimace, every smile, every look, every tear has pulled me into you. Big. Small. It doesn’t matter.

I love every facet there is to you because I love your soul , baby girl.

” I tuck my dick between her thighs, groaning at how slick her puffy pussy lips are from my saliva and her arousal.

“But this body… this body was made to handle me, and I can’t wait to fucking prove it,” I groan in her ear before peppering more kisses and then licking the sweat off her shoulder, taking a small bite.

“Savage!”

I grin in our reflection. Yeah, I’m sure she wasn’t expecting to feel barbells, since when I dry humped her on the floor of Central Park we both had clothes on.

I shush her and pump my hips, letting the prince Albert piercing tap her clit.

Her head falls back on my chest, and her eyes close.

I wrap one arm around her torso, while my other hand cups her jaw, “Look at me, baby. I need you to see how fucking perfect we look together.”

Because we do. We’re a wet fucking dream. She’s all delicious, flawless, soft skin, and I’m all damaged, tatted and hard prominences. Gorgeous green eyes open, pupils blown wide with lust as she takes a peek. First with me, then herself, and finally, they open completely when she sees us together.

I look like I'm going to destroy her.

Like I’m the big bad wolf in the forest her mama told her to stay away from.

But all I want to do is take care of her.

“I’m gonna shove my entire dick into you, and I want you to tell me how pretty you are. If you stop, I stop. I swear I won’t let you come. You understand?”

“Savage,” she breathes.

“Tell me how pretty you are, baby,” I groan, my dick wet from her pleasure and slick from my pre-cum. I extend my hand and let my fingers play with her clit, adjusting myself at her entrance. “I can’t go inside until you say it.”

Goddamn, I’m dying, holding back from thrusting balls fucking deep in my gorgeous girl. I can feel the heat of her pussy clenching around the head of my cock, wanting to grip and swallow me whole. I want it. God I want it so fucking bad.

“I’m so pretty,” she whispers, then squeals when I power my hips and drive into her as much as I can. Her mouth drops open, and her eyes go wide then droop on a shattered gasp.

“Are you okay?” I ask, letting her adjust to my size. I don’t mean to brag, but I was known for a few things in the military. This was one of those few.

“Oh my fucking god, yes!” she screams. “Please, please don’t fucking stop!”

“Brina…” I warn.

“I’m pretty!”

“Yeah you fucking are, baby.” I pull out until just the head of my dick is in her slick, hot pussy, then drive forth again, loving the way she cries out my name. I get lost in every bounce of her tits, every ripple of her skin. “Know what I love about your body, baby?”

“Ungh!”

I stop.

Her hands clutch at my forearms, nails digging in. “I’m pretty!”

I fuck into her again with a growl. “That’s fucking right. Every time it bounces back to me, telling me it needs more of me. Is that right? You need more, baby?”

“God, yes, please, Savage, please .”

“You know what to do then.”

“Oh fuck, I’m pretty. I’m so pre-tty!” she keens when I thrust the last inch so fucking deep inside her back bows, and she throws her head back with a broken gasp.

“Nuh-uh baby. Look at yourself. Spread your legs further. Look how fucking good you’re taking me. You see that? Look how fucking gorgeous you look, taking every inch of my fat dick, Bri. Such a good fucking girl.”

“I’m so pretty. I’m so, so pretty!”

I bite my lips to hide my smile, thrusting faster, harder, loving the sound of my balls slapping against her clit.

I shove her down, and she catches herself on the bench, keeping her eyes on us.

“That’s my pretty girl. Perfect fucking ass.

” I smack it once, twice, three times, then the other cheek, to keep it equal.

She squeals again, doing her best to keep herself upright, but her back arches to take me deeper, and I grab her hips, tugging her to me.

“I’m gonna fucking drown this pristine little pussy in cum, baby. You want that?”

“Yes!” she sobs, pussy throbbing, rolling her hips, fucking me back, and my balls draw up, blinding heat shreds through me.

“Play with your clit, Baby Girl. I need to fucking cum. Tell me what I need to hear so I don’t have to stop.”

She reaches between her thighs. “I’m so pretty, Savage. I’m your pretty girl. Oh my god! Savage! I’m-” her pussy pulsates around me, searing heat like I’ve never known jolts through every vertebra down my spine, licking at my sack, her pussy swallowing me deeper, like she needs my cum to come.

“You’re so right, Sabrina. You’re my pretty girl. Fuck you’re so perfect. Gripping me so good, Bri. Take my cum, baby. There it is. Take it baby. Say it again." I rasp, feeling every load shoot out of me so hard my toes curl, my balance wavering.

“I’m your pretty girl,” she pants, face pink but eyes still on me.

I haul her up to me, shoving her arms behind her back, looping my arm through them, then use my free hand to hold her by the throat, squeezing softly.

I lower my mouth to her ear, idly pumping my hips so the rest of my cum trickles out of her around my pierced shaft, making the Jacob’s ladder barbells gleam.

“You’re my pretty girl, baby. You take my dick.

No one else. You own me , Sabrina baby.”

Her eyes flutter closed, but she turns her head to look up at me. If my grip on her throat bothers her, she doesn't say so. Instead, she lifts an arm behind my neck and brings my face down, pressing her lips to mine in a kiss so brutal, so hard, it says everything she hasn’t .

Without breaking away from our kiss, I slip my tongue into her mouth, testing the waters, tasting my girl.

I withdraw from her, help her turn so she can face me, her body flat against mine, tits to ribs.

I reach down to grab the backs of her thighs and easily lift her.

Because where she thinks she’s heavy, she’s my warm-up weight.

I’ve been keeping track of her weight and lifting it in different ways for years for this exact moment, so she'd never feel insecure and ask me to put her down or let her go.

And I’ll be honest - I'm not a good enough man to ever let her go.

Hard again, I adjust my dick and enter her, slowly fucking through the sensitivity, because I’m not ready to stop. I need to keep fucking her. I need to make her come for me as many times as she can.

“Ugh, Parker,” she moans. “You’re so thick.”

I shush her again, keeping my lips on her.

“Just take my dick, baby. I’m gonna lay you down and feed it to your sweet little cunt, okay?

Don’t do a goddamn thing but be my pretty girl and let me fuck you, Sabrina.

I want to feel you strangle my dick again.

I just want to make you come, baby. It ain’t about me. You need this.”

I bend on one knee, then the other, pulling her hair from the messy bun on her head, letting it fall around her. I lay her down, putting my weight on her so she knows what “heavy” really is.

“You’re a rotten, manipulative thing, aren’t you, Savage?”

I grin against her lips. “To make you come for me? Absofuckinglutely, baby. I’ll do whatever it takes to feel you milk me.”

Her thighs spread farther apart to accommodate me, and I settle my weight on one forearm, pistoning my hips.

“Did your - oh, fuck - piercings hurt? Oh Savage,” she sighs.

“Yeah, but worth it, aren’t they? To make you gasp my name like that.”

“I can’t think.”

“Just feel me, Baby. Be my pretty girl and take my dick like the good fucking girl I know you are.” I lean down and roll my tongue over her nipple, tugging it between my teeth.

The slight salt from her sweat and her flesh, my new favorite flavor.

My hand goes between us, and I play with her clit.

Her back arches and her nipple goes further into my mouth, like she’s offering herself up.

But I'm the one worshipping at her altar.

Shivers skate down my spine when her arms go around me, and her nails dig into my back. Where I shouldn't feel a thing because of scar tissue, it feels like small sparks of electricity running through me.

Because I feel her .

I take my time, pumping my dick into her in a lazy cadence, learning what I can.

What makes her sigh. What makes her breath hitch.

What makes her hike her thighs up higher and dig her nails in my back deeper, what makes her sigh my name so the devils on my back dance.

Soon, she rocking back with me, taking me for all I am, exactly how I need her.

And when she cries out my name licked a wicked prayer, I swear my demons fall silent, ‘cause nothing in this whole world sounds better than that - like she’s crying out to God for amnesty, but only I can bestow that mercy. It makes me come without wanting to.

I’ll never be the same again.

For as long as I live, I will always want this high.

This heaven.

This woman.