Page 42 of Ghost (Iron Thunder MC 4)
He came toward me with his hooded dark eyes. My arms were up, covering my breasts but he reached for them, prying them away so he could look at my breasts too. No other man looked at me like this. No other man was capable of making me feel like this.15GhostI saw her naked, fully naked for the first time, under the shower. She was shy at first, which surprised me since she was a stripper, but then I remembered how she’d insisted she was bad at her job. I believed her now. Under the hot stream of the shower, Mercy stood with her cheeks burning bright red, her golden hair like a silk curtain pasted to her face.
The more I stared at her perfect petite body, the more self-confident she seemed to become. She stood with her breasts thrust out, her nipples rosy pink and perky. Her legs were shapely and long and finally, my gaze rested on her pussy. Perfect.
My first instinct was to lunge at her, pick her up on my shoulder and carry her to my bed so I could take her in my mouth and make her come over and over again. But she looked so beautiful standing in the shower, glistening and glowing. I wanted to look at her some more.
I reached for her body, running my hand over her shoulder, down her arm, till I cupped the front of her torso, down her abdomen, till I could feel the warm stickiness of her pussy.
I rubbed a finger over her clit, and she sucked in her breath, staring up at me, looking into my eyes. My finger slipped in. Then two. Her cunt was tight, engulfing me, sucking me in. I used my thumb to stroke her clit, while my fingers rammed into her repeatedly. My clothes were soaking wet by now. She had to tip her head back to look into my face. Her mouth was parted open. Delicious.
I bent down to take her. My tongue drove into her, sucking and exploring and tasting, while my fingers plowed into her pussy.
She sighed with pleasure and grabbed me with both hands, digging her nails into my biceps while she clung to me.
My hands rubbed her hard, harder, and harder and I pushed her back into the wall. Everything was wet. She smelled like my soap. She sucked me in with her mouth, kissing me back hard while I brought her closer and closer to the edge.
I knew she was going to come when she pulled her mouth away from me. Mercy stared at me with her big blue eyes and she rolled her hips violently, her body shuddering while my fingers thrust in and out of her. Then she threw her head back and moaned, begging me not to stop, till finally, her body gave in and she came. I could feel her juices on my fingers. She moved against my hand. I sucked on her bottom lip and trailed down her neck and shoulders while she weaved her fingers into my hair.
Mercy came and when she was done coming, she grabbed my hair with both hands and pulled me up to face her again. She thrust herself at me, her mouth on mine. I wrapped my arms around her, pressing her whole body against mine while he kissed. Then I carried her out of the shower, dripping water everywhere.In the bedroom, we wrapped towels around ourselves. I stripped off my clothes and dried myself. We were both still damp and neither of us could take our eyes off each other.
I wanted to know what she was thinking, but she didn’t say a word. I didn’t want to talk either. I just wanted to do.
Once she was done dabbing herself dry, she threw her towel on the floor and came toward me. She had never looked more fuckin’ gorgeous. Her golden hair shone in the sunlight filtering into the bedroom through the open window.
I threw my towel to the floor and grabbed her by her hips. She sank into me and our mouths fused, the taste of her again sending me crashing down onto the floor and she tumbled down on top of me.
Fuck. I never wanted to stop kissing her.
I had never even been into kissing before.
Mercy stretched herself out over me while my tongue explored her mouth. My cock throbbed hard and she pushed her hand down between us so she could grab me.
My eyes rolled back in my head. The touch of her soft small hand was enough to make me come. I’d wanted to blow my load since the moment I saw her, like my cock was constantly at full mast around her. And now finally, she was stroking me. Slow at first, building me up.
I grabbed her by her hips while she rocked on top of me. Moving and writhing and massaging my cock like an expert. Her body felt so small and tiny on top of mine. I weaved my fingers through her hair, bunching it up on the back. I straightened her up so I could look into her eyes.
