Page 36 of Grave Obsession

“Fffuuuuuccccckkkkkkk.” Ghost’s dark, sultry voice meets my ears. Hearing the bliss I bring him spurs me on.

I drop my weight and fully seat him inside me. I scream out in ecstasy as pleasure and pain tear me apart. I faintly hear his groan of equally matched passion through the ringing in my ears. The burning pain starts to dissipate and I tentatively start to move.

I slowly rise and fall as his hands on my hips guide me.

“Touch yourself, it will help.”

I trust him, and he’s right. Pleasure out-measures the discomfort once I’m rubbing my clit and have stretched to accommodate his girth.

I’m pulling the same feelings from him that he constantly smothers me with. I start to bounce on his dick, every time I drop he hits that same spot in me that Nox found, the one that had me hearing colours. Completely incoherent to anything but sensations. I’m panting, so fucking close to cumming on his cock. His hand weaves into my hair and snaps me back against him. I wind my hips but my orgasm ebbs away.

“Ghost,” I whine

“Did you tell me to shut the fuck up?”

Oh, shit. Giddiness overcomes me as I belt out a harsh laugh. “Yep, and you listened,” I giggle.

He flips me, laying me face down on the couch. He grabs my hips and pulls me up, rubbing my ass cheeks before spanking me.

“I was trying to be nice.” He spanks me again, then I’m jerked forward by the motion of him ripping my leggings up the back. “But, you had to go and be a mouthy little brat.”

I’m so fucking wet for him, it’s sliding down my thighs.

I feel his shaft running through my arousal and then he’s slamming into me. I scream into the cushions. Fuck, he’s so deep, I swear I feel him in my throat. He pulls out torturously slow, and I feel every inch of him as his piercing drags inside of me. Then he slams back into me. Hard. It feels so fucking good, the way he manipulates my body.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby.” His words pushing me towards my release. “Your pretty pussy strangles my cock so fucking perfectly.”

“Yes. Ghost. Fuck. Don’t. Stop.”

“Never.” His body crushes mine. Thrusts becoming quick and shallow. “I’ll never fucking stop, Mallory. I’ll haunt you to the end of our existence. And, even then, I’ll follow your soul into the unknown.”

He grabs my chin, forcing my line of sight into the kitchen. “Are you going to see the cop again?”

My heart stalls in my chest. Even in this moment with him, I still want to see Nox again. I want a normal relationship. I want to drive his truck, and go to the store with him, all that everyday regular stuff. But, I want what Ghost has to offer, too. His caged beast has awakened an animal within me. I want to let her out to play.

“No,” I reply. Is it a lie? I don’t know what I’ll want tomorrow. That’s a problem for me to figure out later.

“Who do you belong to?” His thrusts become punishing as he rams into my cunt. His balls slap against my clit, shooting little jolts of pleasure through me. He fists my hair and pulls my back to his chest. “Who do you fucking belong to, Mallory?” he growls in my ear. His hand encircles my neck, holding me to him. He ruts up into me like a man possessed and I bask in it. In his insatiable hunger for me.

“You,” I pant. “I belong to you.”

“Say it again,” he pleads.

“I’m yours!” I scream as his fingers find my clit.

“Mine,” he whispers. I can almost envision him smiling behind the mask.

“Yes, yours,” I verify. His fingers bring me to the cusp of release.

“Good girl.”

His praise crests my climax and I’m soaking his cock. My pussy clamping down on him as he fucks me through it. My rippling orgasm sets off his own as he sheaths himself to the hilt. I feel his cock jerk and spasm inside me, coating me with his cum. Throwing a thankful prayer to the man upstairs that I was able to get an IUD from the free medical clinic in the city.

I’m a limp sack of flesh and bone as he lays me face down, ass up. His semi erect dick leaves my swollen cunt. But his hands are there holding my lips open.

“What are you doing?” My voice is shaky and lust soaked.

Ignoring my question, he asks, “Are you sore?”

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