“Now, before we go in here, I have to warn you that I wasn’t allowed to pick my decorations.”
Walker puts his hands into his pants pockets, leaning back with a grin. “What do you have hidden in there?”
“No judging.” I say, which he only laughs at while I open my door and blind him with the offensive bubblegum pink walls that shimmer in the light.
“Glitter paint was all the rage, and my grandma thought it would be a fun idea for my room.”
Walker lets out a laugh, “Oh yeah, this screams you. Nothing says Salem like a room full of pink glitter.”
I shove him in the arm and collapse on the pink frilly bed. “It looks like aMy Little Ponythrew up in here.”
“I told you it was bad.” He goes over to my bookcase and thumbs through my books- the only thing I was allowed to pick out for myself. They were my favorite escape as a child, and still are.
“Which one was your favorite?” He asks.
“The Hobbit.”I say with a small smile.
“Are you telling me, that my girl is a nerd?
“Shut up. It’s a great story.”
“If you say so. So, what should I expect with dinner?”
“We’ll need to wear something fancy. I expect my extended family will be dropping by for some thinly veiled insults. I’m sure they’ll ask some offensive question and at least one person will point out your scar.”
Walker rubs his chin, looking me over with a hint of desire.
“What’s that look for?” I ask sitting up on my elbows.
“I’m feeling hungry.”
“Oh, well I think we can sneak down to the kitchen and grab-“
He snatches me by the waist, peeling off my leggings. “Not for food, Wildcat.”
“Are you out of your mind? This is my childhood bedroom!”
“What? Is it sacred like a church? If it is, I’m more than happy to get down on my knees and beg for forgiveness.” He says biting my flesh through my underwear.
His breath tickles against my skin as he yanks my pants all the way down to my ankles, pulling them off so I can place my legs on top of his broad shoulders. He hooks a finger into my underwear and rubs it against my clit.
“So wet for me.” He murmurs, tugging the underwear down so he can see me. He helps pull my underwear off and doesn’t even give me a moment to prepare before he’s licking me and sucking at my clit.
I collapse back, elbows giving out as he works me over, pushing two fingers up inside me. I place a pillow over my mouth as I begin to moan. The last thing I need is for my grandma to hear me getting off right now.
He swirls his tongue, picking up his speed with his fingers as they fuck me. He takes a third finger and swirls it around my butt. I instinctively open my legs wider for him, urging him on. He pushes in gently, his finger coated with how wet I am. My hips rock as I ride his face, his fingers pulsing in and out of me bringing me to the brink. I feel my power well up inside me, coating both our bodies in pleasure as I find my release. I let out a scream into the pillow, feeling my eyes roll back while I come on his face. He lets out a groan, pulling his pants off with his free hand.
His cock springs as he frees it from his briefs. It looks so heavy and ready for me. He removes his hand and replaces it with the tip of his cock, pulling me further down on the bed so my ass hangs slightly off. He holds my top half up, so I don’t slip off. He enters me in one thrust, taking me hard and fast while I lay sprawled out on top of the ruffled duvet that covers my bed.
His cock fills me as we move together, he hits my g-spot over and over again until I’m clenching down on him with another orgasm. He spills his come into me and lets me go. We both crumple onto the ground, my body landing on top of his in a heap of tired limbs.
“You drive me crazy, Salem.” He says, kissing me on the top of my head. “Now, let’s get cleaned up and deal with your family.”
ChapterFifty
WALKER
SONG: SILENT SCREAM BY ANNA BLUE
