Page 93 of Guarded By the Phantom

Before she could answer, I dropped to my knees, the water from the shower beating against my skull. I took her knee and put it over my shoulder, diving in to eat my girl with all I had in me. She tasted like us, her cum and mine mixing into perfection. I licked her slowly from ass to clit, savoring the small, needy whimpers she released as she clutched the back of my head to herself.

This was my place, right here. At her feet. Maybe she didn’t know it yet, because I liked to order her around, but I was her servant. The stupid instincts that drove my species got somehow rewired in my brain. Her enemies were my enemies now, her needs—my needs. My girl would never be hungry, sad, unfucked.

Not if I could help it.

Her legs shook as she moaned loudly, her voice echoing in the bathroom. I thrust my tongue into her, unfurling it to its full length, and fucked her with it while my fingers worked her greedy clit. Soon, she shattered into another orgasm, howling long and deep. I licked her clean and got up, holding her when it seemed like she’d fall.

“Good, baby?” I asked, studying her soft, flushed face.

She nodded, turning her dreamy eyes on me. I shut off the water and carried her out, letting her stand on my soft bathroom mat. I grabbed my towel and dried her carefully, making sure not to pull on her hair. She let me, my doll pliant and relaxed, and when she was dry, I carried her into bed.

“Can I fuck you when you’re asleep?” I asked in between little, eager licks down her jaw and throat.

“Yes,” she breathed.

“Are you sore? Does it hurt anywhere? Are you hungry?”

She shook her head, and I rumbled in pleasure, settling between her legs. I thrust in, coming back home. She gasped and looked at me, her brows slightly furrowed.

I froze. “What? What do you need?”

She shook her head. “Later. Fuck me, please.”

I growled, pulling out. She pouted, and I nuzzled her cheek, wrapping my fingers lightly around her throat.

“What do you need? Tell me right now, you naughty girl.”

She exhaled in frustration, then smiled, shaking with silent laughter. “Just water. But it can wait.”

“No, it damn well can’t.”

I bounded out of bed and went to the kitchen, my hard cock leading the way. I grabbed one bottle from the fridge and one from the cupboard, in case she didn’t want to drink cold water, and went back to bed. My baby gave me that radiant, happy smile I so loved and drank while I watched her with pleasure, my cock still hard, because she was so beautiful, so hot, so mine.

“Okay, I don’t need anything else. Promise.”

She lay back, stretching her arms up. I grinned, using that opportunity to press her wrists into the mattress. She opened her legs for me, and I let myself inside her, where it was warm and perfect. Where I was welcome.

“You have no idea how I love having you here,” I murmured, moving with slow reverence, my coveted abomination cock pleasing my girl in all the right places. “You look so good in my bed and under me. You’ll look even better when I bend you over the kitchen table tomorrow. And spread you open on my couch to eat you out.”

She moaned, writhing to meet my thrusts, and I let go of her wrists to tangle my fingers with hers.

It was time to accept it. Iwasthe handholding type.

“You’ll look amazing grocery shopping by my side, sitting with me in the cinema, and fuck, I can’t wait to take you to the shooting range. Every time you have ballet practice, I’ll kidnap you right after and fuck you good while you’re still sweaty and hot. You’re my catnip, baby. You’re all I need.”

She closed her eyes, her face tightening as she squeezed me with her drawn out orgasm. I fucked her leisurely, her thighs trembling until she raised her legs with effort, wrapping them around me. Her eyes popped open and she stared at my face, breathing hard.

“Every day, you’ll leave the house with my cum dripping out of you,” I murmured reverently, my dick twitching in pleasure as I thrust deep. “And, fuck, I want you on your knees, worshipping my cock while I watch a game. Would you do that for me? Would you dress all in pink and please your husband this way?”

“God, yes,” she breathed, clutching my hand hard as her eyelids fluttered in pleasure.

“Such a good, perfect doll,” I praised her, speeding up to bring her to another orgasm.

By the time I finished inside her, she came two more times and couldn’t keep her eyes open. I pulled out, turning her half-asleep form until she was on her side, and settled in behind her, sliding my cock back in. When she murmured sleepily, I stroked her blonde hair with my dark fingers, shushing her in reassurance.

“Sleep, baby. I just need to be inside you. Nothing more.”

She drifted off, trusting me completely, and I held her close until sleep took me, too.

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