Scream For me

His voice is sexy and deep and my pussy clenches at the sound of it and the way his breath is tickling my ear.

“Madison,” I say, barely recognizing the breathy sound of my own voice.

His thumb slides along my neck where he’s still keeping a tight grip on me, making me bite back a groan. “How old are you, Madison?”

“Eighteen.” This time I can’t stop from moaning when his fingers tighten on my hip, pulling me closer so I can feel the very large, very hard cock pressing into my stomach.This is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Good.” He lets out a soft laugh that sends a shiver of excitement through my body. “I was watching you dance. You looked so fucking sexy working your little body out here like you didn’t have a care in the world.”

Shocked at his words, I try and turn my head so I can see him, but he holds me firmly in place. Why in the hell would this god of a man think I look sexy? He could easily have any woman here.

“Why do you act so surprised?” He grips me tighter, and the feel of his hard cock is making me quickly forget that we’re on a packed dance floor. I’m about two seconds away from hiking my skirt up and dry humping the living hell out of him. “Can’t you feel how hard you’ve made me?”

I let out a small gasp at his words. I can obviously feel how hard he is, but hearing him say it feels so damn intimate and vulgar and I love it. I dig my fingers in harder, amazed at how fucking toned he is. He gives my ear another nip before kissing a line down my neck. Everything else fades away. I don’t give a fuck that I’m surrounded by people or that he’s twice my age or that I don’t even know his name. I don’t give a shit about any of that. All I care about is getting more.

Giving myself over to him, I let him guide my body in a seductive dance that leaves me almost panting with need. He keeps his hand cupping the back of my neck while his other one lands possessively on my lower back like he fucking owns me. Maybe he does, because I’d do any damn thing he asked me right now. He gives the crook of my neck a soft bite before bringing his lips back to my ear. “Tell me, Madison, are you wet for me?” Fucking hell!

I’ve barely been kissed and now I’ve got the sexiest man I’ve ever seen talking dirty in my ear. Saying my pussy is wet is the understatement of the year. My little cunt is fucking soaked and I’m dripping down my thighs.

“I bet you are, you filthy little girl,” he says, not even bothering to wait for a reply. It’s painfully obvious how aroused I am. “I bet if I were to slip my hand under your slutty black dress, I’d find your panties soaked, wouldn’t I?”

I can’t help but moan at his words, quickly shaking my head yes. My arms are wrapped around his shoulders, and the smell of his expensive cologne is working like the world’s best aphrodisiac. It’s the perfect amount of scent, not like he bathed in it like Bobby had, and underneath it is just his own unique scent that has me nuzzling my face against his neck as best I can, breathing him in like a fucking addict.

My breath hitches when he moves his hand from my lower back to my thigh and starts to trail his fingers up. “Do you want me to stop?”

I shake my head no, my heart racing so fast I’m terrified I’m going to have a heart attack before I see how far he takes this.

“I need to hear you say it, Madison.”

“No. Don’t stop, please don’t stop,” I say, not caring that I’m begging him to feel my pussy in the middle of a crowded dance floor.

His deep laugh is like a soft vibration along my pussy, making me even wetter than I already am. I expect him to just reach up and grab my pussy, but he doesn’t. He trails his fingers up my inner thighs as if he has all the time in the damn world. The club is dark and crowded enough and we’re so close together that I’m pretty sure we can’t be seen, but I wouldn’t stop him even if every eye in the club was on us.

As soon as he hits my upper, inner thigh, he lets out another deep laugh and gives my earlobe a hard enough bite to make me gasp. “Fuck, little girl, you’re even wetter than I thought.” He drags his finger along the outside of my panties, making me gasp and clutch him tighter. We’re still swaying to the music, but my knees are feeling shakier by the second, and I’m relying on him to keep me upright.

“Tell me what you want,” he says in my ear, and the strained sound of his voice drives me wild.

His erection presses harder into my stomach, reminding me that I’m not the only one turned on here. The feel of his powerful cock and the teasing way he’s stroking my slit, pressing in hard enough to force my panties into my pussy just the tiniest bit. I’m fucking delirious with pleasure, and when he brings his finger up and starts to rub my clit, I let out a loud moan that’s covered by the music and buck against him.

“I want you to finger-fuck me,” I whimper. “Please make me cum. I can’t take any more teasing.”

“Teasing?” he asks with a laugh. “I haven’t even begun to tease you, little one.” He rubs my clit harder, making me suck in a breath and let out another whimper. “Look at you, grinding against some guy whose name you don’t even know, so fucking desperate to cum. Have you always been such a greedy little slut?”

His words sting, but not for the reasons he’s thinking. A thrill ran through me when he called me a slut, but I don’t want him thinking I’m a slut with everyone. The idea of it actually makes me laugh, startling him enough to pull back and look at me. His gray eyes run over me, studying my face.

He arches a dark brow at me, not looking amused at all. “Something funny?”

“Yes, very funny actually.” I give him a smug grin that just has him tightening his own full lips. It’s obvious he doesn’t like not being in control, and I’m enjoying teasing him way more than I probably should be.

I gasp when he gives my clit a sharp smack. “Ow!” I say, making his lips quirk up in a small smile. “That hurt!”

“Good.” He gives me a sexy wink. “It was supposed to.” He starts to rub my clit, making me gasp at how fucking good it feels. “You like a little pain?” he asks, rubbing my achy clit in circles that have me clinging to him for dear life. “Answer me, Madison, or I’m going to stop.”

“No, don’t stop!” I quickly say, making him smile. “Yes,” I admit, “I think I do.”

“You think?”

“Well, this is the first time anyone has ever spanked my clit.” I try to shoot him an angry look, but there’s too much desire written all over my face for it to be effective.

“And you liked it?” he presses, forcing me to admit it out loud.

“Yes.”

“I guess the other guys you were with weren’t very creative.” He gives me a smirk that has me squirming against him. God, he really is the most gorgeous man I’ve ever seen. His cheeks are smooth, accentuating that chiseled jaw, and I want to grip a fistful of hair and bring him closer for a kiss.

“What’s your name?” I ask, feeling like I probably should’ve asked the question before he started touching my pussy.

“Jax.” He gives my clit a soft pinch, making my knees go weak and my eyes widen in surprise. “I guess no one’s ever thought to do that either.” He gives me a wink that has my pussy clenching, desperate for something it’s never had.

He’s still giving me a cocky grin, and something about it has my bratty side coming out. I give him a smirk of my own and say, “No one else has ever touched my pussy except you, Jax.”

My smile grows when I see his falter and his eyes widen ever so slightly in shock before he gets control of himself and the stony mask returns. “You’re joking,” he says, trying his damnedest to keep his face neutral, but I can see the hunger underneath.

“I would never lie about something like that.” This time I lean in and press my lips to his ear. I give his earlobe a soft suck, smiling at the deep groan he gives before whispering, “Have you ever fingered a virgin pussy?”