Page 81 of Scream Little Sister

Ryder snatches my jaw and forces my attention back to him. “Scared, doll? Afraid Daddy will hear his little girl being her big brother’s slut?”

My legs squeeze around Ryder’s waist, and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip.

Ryder tilts his head and shoves another inch inside me. He hums in pleasure at my pained gasp. “I told you I’d be your dirty little secret, but I’m not against your father seeing us like this. For him to witness how I make his daughter moan so prettily.”

I shake my head. “Please, no. I don’t want him to see?—”

“Then you better come before he wakes up and finds you like this.” He releases my jaw and rubs my bundle of nerves with renewed determination.

My hips buck, forcing more of Ryder’s fat cock inside me. Pain zaps from my stomach down to my toes as I stretch around him. Pleasure drowns out pain as Ryder focuses on my clit.

“That’s it, baby doll,” Ryder growls. “Get me nice and wet with your cum.”

All of my muscles seize as he forces me over the brink. Ringing fills my ears, along with the distant moans I realize are mine. Ryder works me through the orgasm while his thrusts quicken.

“I’m gonna come,” he warns breathlessly. “Where do you want it?”

I hesitate, unsure of what the right answer is.

I say the first thing that pops into my mind. “My face.”

“Fuck,” he growls.

Ryder pulls out of me and crawls over my body with his dick in his fist. He strokes himself with maddening pumps, then moans as cum shoots from the tip and lands on my face. I open my mouth and stick out my tongue as he unloads on me. Some lands on my cheek, while most of it goes into my waiting mouth.

I’ve never tasted cum before. The texture is not the best, but the taste isn’t terrible. It’s salty, with a combination of musk and everything that makes himRyder. Maybe I’m so far gone in my feelings for him that I actually love tasting him.

Ryder squeezes the bluish-purple tip of his cock. The last of the semen beads at the tip, and he releases himself. We stare at each other for a moment, silent and comfortable as we come back from our high. After a moment, he taps the phone screen and tosses it onto the bed before climbing off me and disappearing into the bathroom.

I lay here, staring at the space he occupied, confused as hell about why he walked away without saying anything. The confusion lasts all of a second before he returns to my side, his mask gone and a warm washcloth in his hand, which he uses toclean my face. Satisfied he didn’t miss any spots, he tosses the rag onto his nightstand and gathers me in his arms.

Butterflies dance in my stomach as he takes the big-spoon position behind me and holds me close, with his half-hard cock pressed against my ass. The room falls into a comfortable silence as we bask in the afterglow. It doesn’t last for long—at least not for me, anyway—as all of my worries come rushing back.

Sensing the change in my mood, Ryder squeezes his arms around me and kisses my shoulder. “No one will find out.”

I cling to his words like they’re a life-saving raft in the middle of the ocean. “Promise?”

“I swear.” He tenderly kisses my neck, his palm stroking my stomach.

I turn my head and capture his lips with mine. The kiss is the opposite of the one we shared moments ago. It’s soft and sweet, filled with unspoken words, as we take our time exploring each other.

I’m never letting him go.

Ryder ends the kiss. “Get some sleep, sis. You’ll need it.”

My eyebrows rise up my forehead.

He smirks and dips his hand between my legs, his fingers curling over my pussy as he cups me. “I’m not done with you.”

“LUDENS” BRING ME THE HORIZON

It’s only been an hour since Madison fell asleep in my arms, but I can’t stop watching her. Little snores escape her every now and again. Anyone else, and the sounds would have bugged me. I’ve never had a woman sleep in my arms. Most times I messed around with a chick, I fucked her into the mattress and she left in tears. When they didn’t, I’d still kick them out after I was done so I could sleep in peace without the chick waking me up, thinking we were more than just a fling.

She’s got me wrapped around her little finger and she doesn’t even know it. I’m so done for, because there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for this woman. If she told me to rob a bank, I’d ask her which one and how much she wants.

Now I understand the level of obsession Jaxon has for Dahlia.

“Would you fuck your sister?”