Page 92 of Guarded By the Phantom

My cock filled out, and I grinned, closing the door without making a sound. My doll sighed audibly, unaware of my presence. I opened the glass shower door and came in just as she tipped her head back, letting the hot water rinse the shampoo out of her hair. Her eyes were closed.

I didn’t speak, just grabbed her waist and pressed in, flattening her front against the wet tiles. She gasped in shock,and I grabbed her hair, tipping her head to the side so she’d see it was me.

“Now, love. Since I have you to myself, let’s make something clear.”

She relaxed when she heard my voice, her trust melting me a little, but not much. I was furious with her for how she handled everything, and now that I knew we were both safe, that fury rose to the forefront. I wasn’t going to hurt her—I’d never do that—but she needed to be taught a lesson.

I grabbed her hip, angling her ass back, and slowly slid inside her hot little pussy. She moaned in pleasure, and I gritted my teeth, holding on to my fury while my brain tried to shut off everything and focus on the bliss that was her. My girl was so tight and sweet. Perfect for me.

Letting go of her hair, I braced my hand against the tiles, widening my stance.

“Don’t sacrifice yourself for me ever again,” I growled, thrusting balls deep.

She cried out, her eyes slamming shut, and I put my arm around her waist to hold her close when she started to wiggle.

“Don’t ever again reject me for bullshit reasons,” I bit out, thrusting again so hard, her entire body jolted with the force.

“Fucking talk to me, love!” I thrust, building up a reckless rhythm.

Her hands slid helplessly against the tiles in search for purchase as she moaned, her muscles clenching around me until I saw stars. I pounded her hard, gritting out profanities, until she came with a hoarse scream, shaking in my hold.

“If you don’t tell me what’s wrong, I can’t fix it!” I roared, slamming so deep, she made a low, broken noise. I stilled, breathing hard, and pressed my forehead to the back of her head.

“Do you understand?” I asked in a hoarse whisper.

“Y-yes,” she whimpered.

“Good.”

I pulled back slowly and thrust back in, fucking my girl until she was moaning constantly, hot water cascading down our bodies. I pinched her clit, making her shudder, while my hips snapped back and forth. I got lost in the rhythm, the slap of our bodies becoming the perfect music.

“Good doll,” I grunted, when she came again, the piercings on my dick doing the job. “I’ll make you come so many times, you’ll never do it again. You’ll be good and let me handle all the fucking problems that come our way.”

She tried to nod, but her strength was flagging, her legs shaking after coming twice. I pressed her harder against the wall and sped up, working her clit hard. She whimpered and mewled in overstimulated pleasure, but I didn’t relent until she drenched my dick the third time, coming all over it like my good girl.

“That’s right,” I bit out, my vision pink and red while my balls wrenched up, ready to shoot. “You come for me. You listen to me. You let me handle your shit.”

“Yes,” she wept, and that was enough.

I went in as deep as I could, hot and cold waves crashing down my spine. My cock bucked and shot my load, everything that I had stored up all for her. When my orgasm crashed through me and I could breathe again, I pressed into her, still inside my gorgeous doll that shook between me an the wall.

“I’ll fuck you until you can’t take it anymore,” I whispered in her ear, making her gasp. “I couldn’t even fuck my hand after what you did to me. I was in pieces, baby. Now that you’re here, you’ll make it up to me.”

She nodded once, gasping brokenly. I nuzzled the side of her face, my cock twitching inside her. I was ready to go again.

“And I’ll make it up to you, too. I’m sorry I didn’t stay and push you harder to learn what was really the matter,” I murmured, my chest growing hot with guilt.

It was her fault for trying to save me on her sick mother’s terms, yes, but it was my fault, too.

“I should have had more trust in you.” My voice broke as my eyes turned hot. “I should have realized you were lying. I should have stayed. I’m sorry.”

I swallowed the stupid, disgusting tears, and she shook her head, reaching up to lay her palm on my hand still bracing against the wall.

“No, I wanted you to go,” she said, her voice hitching. “I wanted you to be safe.”

When I pulled out of her, she gasped, her pussy clutching me like it wanted me to stay. I put my hands on her hips and coaxed her to turn. When her huge, vulnerable eyes met mine, the last of my anger melted, and I hung my head in remorse.

“You did your best,” I admitted. “Don’t do it again, but… Thank you. My beautiful, brave girl. Let me show you how much I missed you.”

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