Epilogue
Jonas .
“ Trick or Treat!”
I hear from the front door, and then it slams shut.
My ears are muffled from her thighs being on either side of my head.
Have I ever said how much I fucking love Halloween?
I slurp on her clit, drinking every drop, grinding down on my face, riding it like there’s no tomorrow.
I’m pretty sure she’s gonna break my nose but I don’t give a fuck.
Worth it, in my opinion.
At least this rug she got is fucking nice.
Maverick gave her one job – to get off while riding my face before he came back from giving out the last of our candy to trick-or-treaters.
She’s doing the best she can with her hands tied behind her back and I’m so fucking hard and dizzy from lack of oxygen, my poor baby trying to get off in the thirty seconds Mav has been gone. I stick my tongue out, my hands beneath her ass, and help her bounce her swollen little bud on it.
She makes this little noise when my middle fingers touch her puckered hole.
“That’s cheating Pup,” Damon chuckles, and I whine.
I just want her to come on my face so bad. She came down in this sexy little angel costume which was more like white lingerie with a garter belt, a halo, and a pair of wings and I was hard the second I saw her.
One of my hands reaches down to palm my dick but Damon tsks.
Fuuuccckkk.
“Good boy.”
My eyes cross at his praise and the taste of Raven on my tongue.
“Ugh! Jonas!”
Fuck it.
I shove a finger in her ass, and she yelps, twitching above me. My girl is so fucking filthy. God, I love her.
“Awww… was my naughty little rich girl not able to come?”
Hearing Mav’s voice she doesn’t stop, only tenses. “Pro… professor I’m… tr-trying!”
I swallow every little gush that comes out of her, humming happily.
“But it’s not what you need, is it? You need to be filled and fucked hard?”
Her ass squeezes my finger, and I unwillingly hump the air. Fuck. I need to fuck her more than I need to breathe.
“Yes! Please! Please, I’ll do any…thing. I’ll be s-s-so good. I p-promise!”
She’s such a pretty liar.
From what I can see, (mostly tits bouncing) Maverick stands before her. “Stick out your tongue…” he rasps. “That’s it. Such a dirty angel on your knees for me, mmm… no, no, Raven. Mmhmm. Just my tip. You take what I give you, remember?”
“Yes… yes sir.”
Her bounces have become slow grinds, probably matching the rhythm Maverick is setting which gives me a chance to shove more of my finger into her ass, fucking it slowly. God, my dick is aching, I could probably cum like this if I think about it enough.
She gags and I look up in time to see drool dripping from her chin down to her tits .
I reach up to swipe it along her hardened nipple with my thumb, pinching it only to rub it again. I moan when I’m rewarded with more cream and my hips jump again.
“Pup?”
“Hmm?”
Only the sounds of Maverick groaning and Raven gagging fill the living room when I feel a finger trail up my boxer briefs-covered dick. I shudder at Damon’s touch. I keep from following because that’s exactly what he wants and I’m doing my best to be good.
Good boys get rewarded.
I feel Raven quiver, I can feel her impending orgasm but if she comes, I will, too. And I want more. Need more. Always. Maverick seems to notice she’s about to jump off that ledge as well because soon she’s off my face and I almost cry out at the loss of her. I love it when she comes on my face.
I look over to see Maverick has her straddling him, his dick already hard and notching at her entrance, guiding her while she lowers herself. She’s so wet, so pretty, stretching around Mav she’s so pink. I love the way her pussy looks gripping a thick dick. Especially mine.
I look at Damon’s piercing metal eyes and he gives me a nod. I can’t eat her pussy like this, but her ass is up for grabs. I get on all fours and crawl to my woman, a slave to her pleasure and when Maverick spreads her ass for me, I dive in, tongue first, loving the gasp that fills the air.
“She loves that.” Maverick grunts.
Damon crouches beside me, watching us pleasure his little bird, putting his hand on the back of my head so I can shove my tongue deeper, wiggling it in.
His hand trails lower and soon he’s helping me out of my underwear, spitting on his fingers and gliding them between my cheeks, finding me wanting.
He gently presses, circling his spit-coated fingers around my anus, rimming me until one finger begins fucking into me.
“Fuck, Damon,” I groan, so ready to fuck and be fucked.
“Stand up, Maverick’s waiting for you,” he orders.
I do as I’m told and soon, I’m sinking into her wet heaven along with Mav, groaning at how tight she is like this, lost in every sensation I’m feeling.
It’s perfect, my heart is full and I’m so fucking overwhelmed.
But it’s when I feel Damon behind me I’m ready for the intensity to kick up.
He licks my neck, and soon he’s bucking into me, hitting the spot I need, making me come involuntarily, but I slowly fuck my girl, passing the over-sensitivity so I stay hard in my girl, he keeps going and soon we’re all nothing but a tangle of limbs and sweaty bodies, searching for the last orgasm.
I shiver when Damon roars, filling my ass and Raven screams as she squeezes around us, Maverick and I both groan, filling up our girl.
And it’s everything.
And so much more.
It’s forever.
My heart feels like it’s going to burst, and I put one arm around Raven, my other hand on Damon’s hand on my hip.
He only slips out of me when he’s soft, kissing my shoulder, muttering ‘ je t’aime’ , and then kissing Raven’s temple, whispering the same words to her.
I love Damon’s love.
I’m so lucky to have found both of my soulmates and that they love each other as well.
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It’s well past our usual bedtime since I was drafted into the NFL and have to get up early as fuck but we’re all dressed in our jammies, watching Halloween , and eating popcorn when someone at our front door starts knocking like crazy, banging on it relentlessly.
We go into alert mode, Maverick gets his gun from under the end table, Damon and I follow, having grabbed ours from a secret compartment on the table lamps.
“Raven! Please! Open up!” We hear from a familiar voice outside. “Please! ”
Raven dashes between us, unlocking every lock and we find a crazy-eyed Sabrina, eyes red, tears running down her cheeks, hair wild and she’s in a red and pink little bunny costume without shoes on like she ran out of a damn horror flick.
It's when she comes inside, and steps into the light, I see the red on her costume is wet and there’s a metallic scent the closer she gets.
It’s blood.
Raven starts to check her over, making sure her best friend is okay.
Sabrina makes a motion with her hand. “It’s not mine, please,” her lips part and she says, “I… I think I need your help.”
Well… shit .
Want to know what Raven and Sabrina’s heart-to-heart was about?
Find out in Scream. Coming Summer of 2025.