Miscreants: Next Generation by Natalie Bennett (classic books for 7th graders TXT) 📕

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

I was mortified when I looked in the mirror. I’d forgotten all about the bruise around my throat. It had faded significantly, but if you looked hard enough you could still see it.

I’m sure Mom and Dad had.

Romero and Grimm, too.

Was there a hole I could crawl into?

Hearing the front door open, I stepped out of the bathroom, keeping my towel cinched tightly around my body.

Samael walked in and immediately frowned. “The fuck are you doing?”

“I just got out the shower.”

“I could’ve been anyone.”

I rolled my eyes and went to sit on the bed. “No one in their right mind would randomly walk in here without knocking. Except for you.”

He kicked his boots off, then removed his shirt.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m getting comfortable. You thought I would sleep without you because we’re here? Not happening.”

I was pleased with that. It already felt strange being here; I didn’t care to be alone too. He removed his jeans next, remaining in only his black briefs.

“How did it go for you?” I asked, patting the bed so he’d come sit.

“I learned a lot.”

I pursed my lips. “That’s not what I meant.”

He sat beside me on the edge of the bed, and then maneuvered my body so that I was essentially straddling him.

“Mal,” I chided, trying not to laugh.

“I’m not ready to talk about it yet. Tell me what happened with you.”

Of course he wasn’t. I couldn’t expect him to be a ball of sharing and emotions all of a sudden. Whatever he felt, he would process it in his own way. I said I’d give him time to open up to me. I’d meant it. I knew sex was a coping method of his. I wouldn’t withhold that either.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and began to relay what happened. As I was talking, he pulled the knot in my towel loose, placing a kiss between my breasts. I paused and smiled at him, completely comfortable with him seeing every part of me.

His hands slid around to the globes of my ass, and he began to softly massage the flesh, pulling my body flush against him.

“Be careful,” I warned, leaning back some.

“They fixed me,” he replied, kissing my neck.

I cupped his face and made him look at me, teasing his lips with mine. His tongue swept across, demanding access I gladly gave him. His hands moved up my back, fingers splayed across my skin as he pulled me close, pressing my breasts to his warm chest. Feeling his hard cock against my apex, I lowered myself down, grinding against him. Arousal built, enough that I could leave a damp spot on his briefs.

“You know I love you, right?” I broke our kiss to ask.

“I told you that a few days ago. I love you too. I’ll love you even more after you take my dick out and sit on it.”

“You’re such an asshole,” I retorted with a laugh.

Reaching between us, I worked him out from beneath the elastic band of his briefs, running the pad of my thumb around the smooth head of his dick, careful with where his piercings sat.

The vein on the side pulsed when I gently squeezed. I rubbed the head of him up and down my slit, causing my pussy to clench in anticipation, releasing another trickle of arousal.

“Lilith you have two seconds to quit toying with me.”

“Oh, and what happens after two seconds?” I taunted, pretending I was going to put him inside me.

“I’m going to drag you outside and fuck you hard enough that every Savage on this compound knows exactly who’s being dicked down. I’m sure your dad would love that.”

I bit my lip and slowly lowered myself onto his cock. He gripped my hips and thrust up, forcing me to take all of him at once.

A moan tore from my throat. He cursed and began controlling my movements, bouncing me up and down on his dick until I found a steady motion and took over.

I rode him slow, then fast, reaching around to cup his balls as I aligned myself to make his dick hit my G-spot. We fucked until we were both covered in a sheen of sweat, even with the AC on full blast.

When my thighs couldn’t take it anymore, he stood up with his dick still inside me, keeping my legs wrapped around him. Placing me on the bed, my legs now up on his shoulders, he gripped my ankles and pounded into me with zero inhibitions.

The pressure from this position was overwhelming. I swore his dick was going to split me apart. His piercing had my pussy contracting, juices coating every inch of him down to his balls.

“Samael,” I called his name, balling up the lavender sheets we were saturating.

“Keep screaming my name,” he demanded, dropping my legs down to wrap around his waist.

He thrust faster, reaching between my legs to play with my clit. I felt like I couldn’t breathe, choking on moans and his name.

“Come for me, Lils.” He rolled his hips, seating himself deeper inside me.

At his rugged command, a pressure burst in my lower stomach, sending a pleasurable heat racing through every part of my body. I reached for him in a state of ecstasy, wrapping my arms around his neck when he lowered down to kiss me, his fingers digging into my slickened thighs as he continued fucking me.

He came with a groan that built within his chest. I swallowed it with a kiss, threading my fingers through his soft, damp hair.

We stayed entwined for the rest of the night, only separating when he went to find a rag to clean us up with.

Once we were safe from