Page 64 of Ghost Hunted

I gasp when I feel his tongue lick a wet stripe up my pussy. His arms reach under my thighs, wrapping around me and landing on my stomach, where his hands grab onto mine. My legs rest on either side of his neck, and I’m aware of the sudden desire to… strangle him with them.

It’s a weird, flitting sensation, like a blip in my subconscious, that melts with the next lick.

“Fuck!”

I can feel him chuckle against my folds at the way I’m bucking against him, and then he swirls his tongue over my pussy, lapping up my arousal, before driving his tongue into me.

“Logan… Logan… fuck!”

His tongue drives into me hard, and it makes me frantic. Absolutely frantic. Every one of my nerve endings feels fried, and I start thrashing around, forgetting the awkward way my legs are laced around his neck, the strange urge I had moments ago to strangle him, my memory. Everything is forgotten as his tongue wrings out every sensation from me. An overwhelming orgasm courses through me, and I let out a scream, before sagging back on the mattress.

But he doesn’t pause. He just keeps going, his tongue finding all the places that make me see white.

“Logan, stop… stop!” Another orgasm rips through me, and I start to ache from overstimulation.

“You know what to say if you really mean it.” He speaks the words against me. “I just love hearing you say stop, Lia. I think I love it just as much as when I see you cry. Beg me to stop, Lia.”

He’s not really torturing me; not spanking me, or twisting my nipples, or doing any of the things that usually make me go crazy. But his tongue assaults my pussy nonstop, pulling one orgasm after another out of me.

“Logan, please… stop…”

“That’s right, baby. Fuck, I’m so hard.”

After a while, all I can do is lie helplessly on the mattress, waiting for him to get tired of eating me out. But when at long last he pulls away, it’s only to replace his mouth with his cock.

“Logan, I can’t… I can’t take it…”

“Is it red, Lia?” he murmurs, stroking the side of my face.

“It’s… no, it’s not.”

“Good girl. You can take it. You will, because I need you to. I need to own your cunt, baby. It’s mine.”

I let out a whimper as I feel him push into me. It still hurts, even though I’ve gotten used to it. Especially because I’ve grown dry from the overstimulation. But I know he wants it to hurt.

I guess I kind of do too.

“Who am I, Lia? What’s my name?”

“L-l-logan…”

He thrusts into me hard, finding a fast pace that leaves me breathless. With one hand, he cups my breast while he barrels into me. The other grabs one of my legs, holding it against his chest.

I feel his cock swell inside me, and warmth spreads inside me. Then, like last time, he pulls away and watches his cum trickle out of me.

“Logan…”

I try to sit up, but he keeps me pinned down, my legs splayed, so that I have no choice but to show him every part of me. And he studies me like I’m some fucking art exhibit.

“Logan, let go of me.”

“Shh, ghost girl. Behave.”

“Logan!” I struggle to get out of the obscene position he’s got me in, but he ignores me, and exasperation rises in me. “You’re such an asshole, Logan!”

At that, he whips his head up, and I bite my lower lip.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean…”