Page 168 of The Villain We Tempt

My brow furrows as I start to stroke him against my pussy again.

“You just feel so good,” I murmur.

I slide the thick, swollen head back and forth between my lips. A whimper tumbles from my lips as it bumps over my aching clit. I drag him back down, gliding him over my opening. I do it again, shivering when he rubs over my clit.

My hips shift. Heat throbs in my core as I guide his head back…then further back.

My breath catches when his cock head stops at the tight ring of my ass.

“Fuck, baby,” he rasps darkly. “Don’t fucking do that.”

I whimper as he rocks his hips, pushing his head against my asshole and sending sparks rippling through me.

“Why not?” I breathe.

“I won’t be able to stop myself,” The Ghost Prince growls into my neck.

“From?”

I gasp as his hand slides from my breasts, his fingers gliding over my stomach and then dropping between my thighs. A low moan drags from my throat when he cups my pussy and glides two fingers through my slippery wetness.

“I’ve goneweekswithout being inside you,” he rasps. “You tease my cock with that tight little hole, and I might not be able to stop myself fromtaking it.”

A low, guttural moan chokes from my throat. Slowly, I start to rub his head back and forth over my back hole, the electrified sensations dancing and rippling over my skin making my back arch.

“Galina, I’m fucking warning you…”

He groans as I push my ass back. I can feel his precum smearing over my hole as my pounding heart claws its way up into my throat.

“I want you to,” I choke, my body vibrating with need. “I want you to fuck my ass.”

I gasp when his teeth sink into my shoulder.

“Has anyone ever?—”

“No,” I whimper. “I—uuughh…”

Pleasure coos from my lips, my face caving under the sleep mask as he sinks two fingers into my pussy. He curls them against my front wall, grinding his palm against my swollen clit as I cry out in ecstasy.

“I don’t know if this tight little hole will eventakemy big cock, baby,” he rasps into my ear as he starts to stroke his fingers in and out of me.

“I’ve used toys,” I blurt, my face instantly heating.

Ghost groans against my back, and I whine when he grinds his head against my hole.

“Bad girl,” he rasps. “You’ve fucked this tight little hole yourself?”

“Uh-huh…” I whimper the admission as shame and need and excitement spark inside me like liquid fire.

“Were the toys as big as me?” he growls.

I shake my head, pleasure rippling through me as his fingers stroke in and out of my pussy.

“Nooo…” I moan.

“Tell me you want this,” he hisses, his body coiling against mine.

“I do. I want you to fuck my ass,” I whimper.