Page 35 of Make Her Scream

Mal and Cain gently and carefully lift Ophelia up between them, their hands beneath her shins, her heels pressed to her ass. They know the drill, as they did this for me before, when my perfect girl took my virginity.

She healed me then, and I need healing again.

I hold myself firmly at the base of my cock, not only so she can sink down on me, but so I don’t come too soon. I’ve masturbated to the memory of that first time so often.

Ophelia reaches one delicate hand between her legs and parts herself for me, so I can see it all. Her clit is hard and sticking out, and she’s so wet. She’s also already full of Mal’s cum, and it’s spilling out of her, but that doesn’t bother me.

My cockhead presses against the wet heat of her pussy, and she sinks down, taking me deep. Malachi’s cum is squeezed out at the intrusion and slicks the length of my cock. Fuck, she feels incredible.

My voice is guttural as I say, “Lift her up and down for me.”

My brothers do exactly as I ask, and they take it slow, too, so I shiver with how good it feels and how good it looks. All around us are mirrors reflecting her spread wide, held by a huge masked and robed man on each side, and I know I will hardly last at all.

“God, Roman. This is so...” She trails off, her breath hitching and her pussy fluttering around me.

“It’s fucking depraved, in the best way,” Cain rasps.

I get it. He’s not come yet, and it is intense the way her image is everywhere, but it’s not about that for me. Well, it’s partially about that, but it’s about healing and letting go of the horror of this place. Bringing something spiritual into this hellish space.

“Play with your clit, baby,” Mal demands.

Ophelia does as he says and strums her clit desperately, while they move her faster on me. I lift my hips to meet her for every stroke and fight the urge to grab her, take control, and fuck her hard. Finally, I can’t hold off, and pleasure races through me. With a groan, I give in, my hips slamming up, my cock spurting cum deep inside her.

I know she’s not reached her own peak with me, and I’m about to apologize when Cain lifts her off me and places her on her hands and knees on the floor. He pushes her down onto her elbows, kneels behind her, pulls his massive cock free and roughly takes her from behind.

I imagine how she must feel, filled with our cum, and wet from her own arousal. But Cain is so big, the extra lube probably feels incredible.

He reaches around her body and pinches her clit, and she starts to shake and moan, and she comes with a fucking wail. She soaks his dick and his thighs, and he curses before he explodes, too, his legs trembling as he releases over and over.

“Fuck me,” he says as he gently withdraws. “That was intense.”

“God, it was. I think I’m broken.” Ophelia tries to stand, but she’s wobbly.

I grab my robe, wrap it around her, and haul her up into my arms. But this time, she’s bridal style. I hold her close and carry her out of the funhouse, past the fucking trapdoor she got lost down, and out into the cool night.

She has her arms wrapped around my neck, and she whispers into my ear. “I love you so much, Roman.”

“I love you, too. More than anything on this earth.”

I kiss her, and she tastes like redemption.

“Where next?” Mal asks.

“No more.” Ophelia giggles. “I’m broken. I just want to go home.”

“Home sounds good,” I concur.

“I wonder if the landowner will keep this thing, or if it will move on?” Ophelia asks.

“I hope it gets bought and moved away. It’s fucking cursed.” I’m dead serious, too. There’s a bad feeling about this place that goes beyond the psycho brothers. “It needs destroying.”

“Come on.” Cain retrieves our guns as we head for the exit and kicks over the sign he put out front stating the place was closed for a private event. “Let’s go home.”

We walk out of the carnival, and not one of us looks back.

OPHELIA

It’s been months since the freaky carnival came to town, and I can honestly say that I never want to go to another carnival, or even a Halloween event, again. The Preachers tell me they tend to do their own private ceremony at that time of the year, and in future, I’ll be more than happy to join them.