Page 12 of Possessed By Ghost
“Hey, you weren’t in the lounge so I was worried. Are you okay?”
I bite hard on my bottom lip when I feel Ghost’s finger on my entrance, teasing the spot in circles as his tongue raves at my clit. God. I can’t think. “I’m fine,” I choke out, slapping a hand on my mouth when Ghost pushes his digit into me then turns it in a come-hither motion that sends my hips lifting off the table.
Oh God.
Oh my God!
“You sound off, are you crying in there?” The door knob twists and turns but it doesn’t open. “The door is locked, let me in.”
“I’m fine!” I call out, eyes rolling back when Ghost’s tongue rubs at my clit. “I promise.”
“Hey, maybe what I said earlier wasn’t the best advice. Are you sure you’re okay?”
No Christ, no. I’m not okay. “Yeah,” I choke out, trying hard not to moan when Ghost starts sliding his finger gently in and out of me while his tongue bathes my clit in light strokesthat send delicious sparks of heat up my spine. “Sorry, Tracey. I just need a few more minutes, then I’ll come help you.”
“The crowd has slowed down a bit so take your time.”
“Okay, thanks!”
I wait to hear her footsteps fade away before releasing my hand from my mouth. His mouth closes hard around my clit in rough suction that sends me right off the edge. I come with a sob, pleasure flooding through me so intensely it borders on pain. My sex cinches hard around his thrusting finger and my back bows off the table. And when his digit makes that motion again, I cry out as moisture sprays out of me, a whole lot of it, and onto his face, but he doesn’t seem horrified. Instead, there’s a wicked grin on his face when he pushes up my body, settling back between my legs.
“That was so fucking hot.”
“I’m sorry,” I whisper, mortified and uncertain of why my body reacted as it did. “I don’t know—”
“I want to see it happen again,” he rasps, brushing his lips over mine. He jerks my leg around his waist and I gasp when I feel his shaft press against my damp feminine flesh. “I want you to squirt all over my cock this time.”
I’ve wanted this for so long. Maybe it should scare me a little but I’ve watched him from afar for so long. I don’t want to wait anymore. I can’t! Not when life feels so fragile. Not when there are men out there hunting me.
“Take me,” I whisper, scooting closer until I’m on the edge of the table, a little more and I’ll fall off, but I don’t care, I know Ghost will catch me.
“Look at you, dripping for my cock. Begging for it in a room that anyone could walk into and see you panting for me tofuck you.” His hands move to grip my waist, holding me up as he inches the blunt crown of his shaft against my entrance. “You want my cock, don’t you?”
“Yes, please.”
“Then ask for it. I want them to hear you beg for my cock.”
“Please, please,” I sob, dazed, every inch of my body aching for him. “Please, Ghost. Take me. Want to feel you inside of me—”
I cry out at the sharp pinch of pain when he slaps forward, burying his thick girth inside of me. I expect the pain to last, brace for the moment to be painful, but the initial sting fades into a dull throb.
And then it sets in that we’re one. Him inside of me. The man I’ve wanted more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my life.
“Fuck! Are you okay, baby?” he rasps, his mouth brushing my temple, cheek and then lips. “How does it feel—”
“Kiss me,” I whimper, sliding my hands up his torso and his shoulders before linking them behind his neck. “Kiss me, Ghost.”
And he does. His grip tightens on me as his mouth moves hotly over mine. I whimper into the kiss, feeling incredibly vulnerable as he starts rolling his hips, gently pulling out before sliding back in, slowly stroking his cock into me before I start leaning into him. Pushing up to meet his thrusts. Our lips pant against each other as his pace quickens, that hard cock squelching in and out of me. “Goddamnit,gioia mia,” he pants against my lips. “You have no idea how fucking good you feel. Tell me you can feel it too.”
“Yes,” I whimper, holding him tightly against me. Unwilling to let go in case he disappears as his name suggests.I can’t lose him. Or this. I need him too much. He’s the only person who has ever made me feel safe.
“Mine,” he growls as he hammers into me, angling the base of his cock to saw wetly against my clit with every thrust. I cry out at the pleasure that shoots through my body with a threat of yet another orgasm so soon. No. I don’t want this to end. “Fuck, baby!” he heaves when my hold tightens around him, pushing into him with need to feel the warmth of his body. The pleasure it offers mine.
“Harder,” I moan, burying my face in his neck and rocking forward into me. “Take me harder. Faster.”
“You undo me, Iris,” he growls even as his hands tighten on my hip and his thrusts turn brutal. He drives hard and fast into me, making me scream. There’s no doubt that my voice carries outside the room but I find that I don’t care who hears. I can’t think beyond the sheer brutality of his thrusts, the way he pounds into me, taking me hard and fast. Claiming me as he vowed he would.
Mine!
