Page 95 of Guarded By the Phantom

He loved every inch of my body just the same as before.

“Oh, we need to get a present for Nat,” I remembered when we left the boutique.

He groaned. “Can’t it wait? I want to go home. My dick will fall off if I don’t fuck you soon, love.”

“No, it can’t wait,” I said sternly, though I was itching to get started, too. “I keep telling you to treat him better. He’s your best friend and you always take him for granted.”

Scarab grumbled under his breath, transferring the plethora of shopping bags onto one arm so he could take my hand. People gave us startled looks when he led me down the street to his favorite artisan blade shop. I wore a pink top and shorts, pink toenails peeking out of glittery sandals decorated with rhinestones. My husband wore a black T-shirt that stretched gorgeously over his wide chest, and jeans that sat low on his narrow hips. His skull gleamed in the sunlight.

“A chair for my lady, Jonathan,” he called from the threshold of the shop.

“Coming right up,” the shop owner said cheerfully, producing a comfortable padded chair he kept in the back for me.

We were loyal customers here, since Scarab couldn’t help but add to his knife collection at least once a month. As soon as he got me settled in the chair, my bags arranged all around me, he put his book in my hand.

“Chapter nineteen,” he whispered. “To get you all wet for me, baby.”

I didn’t need a book to do that, since the way he looked at me was enough to turn me into a horny puddle, but I started reading, anyway. Jonathan showed off his new acquisitions, and I knew we’d be here a while.

Half an hour later, I was a few chapters of tentacle smut deep into the book when my husband was finally done, a gift for Nat wrapped up in gift paper with a pink bow—“So he knows it’s your doing”—and Scarab’s new knife sitting at his belt.

As soon as the apartment door closed behind us, he dropped the bags and pushed my back into the door, growling as he fell to his knees in front of me. He tore my shorts open, sliding them down my legs lighting-fast, and impatiently hooked my knee over his shoulder, licking me through my thong.

I gasped, my head falling back against the door. He ate me with feverish need, and when I glanced down, I saw his jeans were already undone, his hard cock in his fist. He stroked himself while he fucked me with his tongue, his outer teeth scraping my labia. When I pressed into his face, almost there, he pulled back.

“What…” I began, delirious with the desire humming in my blood.

“You edged me all day long, love,” he said, laughing darkly. “It’s my turn. Go into the living room and bend over the table. I want your ass to be the first thing I see when I come in.”

I toed off my shoes and ran to plaster myself over the table, my ass up in the air. My heart hammered in my chest, my belly throbbing with need. A moment later, he came in, putting something on the table by my face.

“Oh my God,” I murmured when I saw what it was.

“Got you a gift, too,” he said with a chuckle. “See? I can be considerate.”

It was a pretty black butt plug with a large, pink rhinestone set in the base. I closed my eyes when he dropped to his knees behind me and nuzzled his face into my butt cheek.

“I thought about eating your ass all day, doll,” he murmured, his hot breath caressing my skin until it broke out in gooseflesh. “I finally get to have my dessert.”

He licked me slowly, his tongue hot and wet on my hole. I whimpered, and he spread my cheeks wide, slurping obscenely. Even through the horny daze in my head, I had to admit he wascunning. I wouldn’t come from what he did, but I damn wished I could.

Soon, he worked his tongue inside me with small, intrusive licks. I trembled and moaned, my hands scraping the smooth tabletop, while he plunged deeper, relaxing me with easy, wet strokes.

When my legs were about to give out, he pulled back and reached for the butt plug. A bottle squirted, and then, there was pressure at my hole.

“Breathe out, love. Easy does it.”

I released a shaky breath, bearing down, and the toy slipped in. He nuzzled my cheek again and stood up, grabbing my hips. He thrust into my buttock once, painting my skin with his precum. He was so hard.

When he pulled me upright, leading me to the couch, I stumbled. My pussy was on fire, my inner thighs sticky with arousal. Scarab sat down, spreading his thighs wide, and pointed at the floor between his feet.

“Now, you’ll kneel here while I watch that horror movie you were too afraid to watch with me. You won’t look at the screen, though. Your entire attention will be on my cock, while I’ll play with this little thing.”

A small, black remote flashed in his hand. The butt plug came to life inside me, vibrating lightly.

“Fuck me,” I gasped, my legs giving out.

“Mmm. After the movie. Now kneel, have some water, and get to work.”

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