Page 79 of Scream Little Sister

“What are you doing?” I reach with a trembling hand to snatch my cell phone back.

He pulls his mask over his face and unlocks my phone. His thumb taps the screen, and then he points the camera between my open legs. “Giving your subscribers some good content, baby.”

My eyes widen, and I push myself up by my elbows. “Wh-what?”

Ryder fists his cock and strokes himself while he meets my gaze. “You think I wouldn’t find out about your OnlyFans?”

My pulse thunders in my ears as I stare at him in shock. I wait for him to yell at me, to demand that I don’t post any more videos or content to my social media.

When he doesn’t, I swallow down the nerves before I whisper, “You’re not angry?”

Ryder’s fist pauses mid-stroke, and he squeezes his thick cock. “No.”

No.

The pressure in my chest deflates. I search his gaze, and he doesn’t look away. There’s no anger evident in his body language.

I let out a shaky breath and lie down.

He’s not mad.

That knowledge calms the storm brewing in my head. Any hesitation I had disappears. Ryder isn’t like most guys. They’d get upset after finding out their girl is a sex worker. Instead, hewants to join in by making content with me, and I can’t tell him no.

Ryder lays the phone next to him and shoves a pillow beneath my bottom to angle my hips so he has better access. He drags me closer, then picks up the phone again. He fists himself and slaps my pussy twice with his dick.

“You ready to scream for me, sis?” he rumbles.

“CAN YOU SEE ME?” REZZ

Ryder holds his cock between my pussy lips, then thrusts his hips. His thick shaft glides through my folds, smearing my arousal on himself and over my sensitive clit.

I bite my lip to hold back the noises creeping up my throat, but that grows more difficult as Ryder picks up his pace until his hips snap against the backs of my thighs.

The coil of tension in my core tightens with each pass over my bundle of nerves. It feels good, but it’s not enough to make me come.

Sensing that, Ryder draws back and notches the fat head of his dick outside my opening. His thumb rubs my clit while he eases forward. The pressure from him trying to invade my body makes me tense up.

“Just the tip,” I blurt without thinking.

Ryder pauses and raises his darkened gaze to my face. “Just the tip?”

My stomach twists. No matter how much he prepares me to take him, his size still intimidates me. I know it’ll hurt, but I’m not ready yet. Once again, now would be the perfect time to tell him I’m a virgin, but I hesitate, worried he’ll change his mind about having sex with me.

What if he finds it repulsive? Or what if he thinks I should sleep with someone else first so I can learn a few things in the bedroom before he?—

“Madison.” Ryder’s commanding voice drags me out of my spiraling thoughts.

I swallow to wet my suddenly dry throat. “Just the tip. For right now.”

He tilts his head as he considers me for a moment. Maybe I’m seeing things, but I swear I catch the fleeting look of understanding in his gaze before he locks it away.

“I won’t hurt you, little sister,” he whispers. “I’ll make sure you’re soaking wet and writhing beneath me before I fuck you.”

My lungs deflate as all the oxygenwhooshesout of me.

“Fuck.” I squeeze my eyes shut and bite my bottom lip. “Don’t call me that.”

Ryder’s chuckle is dark and full of mischief. He knows I don’t mean it. Hell, even I know I don’t mean it.