Page 65 of Guarded By the Phantom

I braced my feet on his widely spread thighs and began moving, haltingly at first. His length jerked under me when I pressed into it, and Phantom hissed, throwing his head back.

“Like this?” I asked, trying to sound innocent as I pressed down into him and moved my hips slowly, grinding on his erection.

“Yes,” he breathed, pumping his fingers. “Good girl. Exactly like this.”

I looked down, catching just a glimpse of his dark red tip. It glistened with something slick and blackish. Ignoring the burn in my thighs, I moved even further back to see more. Phantom gasped when I pressed in harder, and then his hand was on my chin, directing me to look in the mirror.

“Focus, doll. Make me come and I’ll let you taste it.”

Shivers went down my spine, and I felt myself clench around his fingers. He choked out a laugh and pulled hair off my face, combing the strands back gently.

“Not long now. Keep going.”

I pushed myself, rocking even as my stomach tightened with another impossible wave of anticipation. He angled his hand so that the heel of it pressed into my clit with every roll of my hips, and his fingers curled inside me until it felt shockingly good. Heat radiated from where he pressed in, and I whined, needing to come and yet unable to stop riding him.

His shaft was so wet, it slid against my skin with soft smacking sounds. I shivered, clenching my jaw as the pleasure inside me mounted.

“Such a sight. Perverse little thing,” he whispered harshly, pumping faster. “Will you be mine? Just for a bit? Just as long as… Oh, fuck… Yes… Right there, this is good… Yes, ride me, love.”

I trapped the grunt of effort that wanted to tear free and sped up, sliding on top of him with all my strength. His fingers pressed in harder, touching a place that flared with needy tension. I was almost there, but I needed him to finish more than I needed it for myself. I had to be the one who made him come, had to see that I could.

“Fuck!” he snapped, his hips jerking up as his fingers danced inside me.

I cried out, ecstasy breaking through. As my orgasm rolled through me in endless waves, I was vaguely aware of him jerking and cursing, his fingers digging possessively into my thigh as he took his pleasure with me.

When I settled, breathing hard, the first thing I noticed were black, half-translucent streaks of glistening fluid on the parquet. They reached far, almost to the mirror. I stared, and Phantom pulled his fingers out of me with a murmur, dipping between our bodies for a moment.

When his hand came back up, his fingers slightly wrinkled from moisture, they glistened with the same blackish fluid. His cum.

“Here. That’s how we taste together. Open your mouth.”

I did so at once.

“Good girl,” he murmured, sliding them in.

When I sucked on them, flicking my tongue to lick it all off, he released a hot breath and pressed his temple to mine, breathing deeply.

I swallowed the last traces of our joint pleasure. It was musk, primal and biting, but underneath, there was something milder and much more alien. It tasted like the earth smelled after rain.

Phantom stroked my tongue with his fingers. I bit them playfully, and he jerked with a surprised laugh, nuzzling the side of my face.

“I was wrong,” he said with a rueful laugh, helping me bring my arms back down. “Ultimately, it didn’t matter how we did it. I’m still in pieces.”

My shoulders hurt and my body was weak from effort, but I still turned fast to look at him, alarmed by his words. Phantom avoided my eyes, busying himself with cutting my restraints. As soon as my wrists were free, he took them in his hands and gently massaged the lines from where the cable tie dug in.

“Why are you in pieces?” I asked after a moment when he still didn’t say anything.

I was naked, we were both sticky, but I wanted nothing else than to stay on top of him and keep touching. This was the best I’d ever felt with another person. I shuffled to sit sideways in his lap.

“Was I so bad?” I asked when he didn’t answer, still soothing my wrists.

I thought it was amazing and more than I could have imagined, even after reading all those things on the Internet. But then, what did I know? Phantom could have anyone, and I had no experience at all. Maybe he hated it.

His hands stilled on mine, and he barked an incredulous laugh, finally looking at my face.

“Bad? The opposite—you were so good, doll. The best. Here I thought I’d spoil men for you with my dick, and look at you go, doing that to me. Oh, well. We might as well fuck properly now. There’s nothing to lose.”

“I… spoiled men for you with my dick?” I asked as laughter bubbled in my chest. I felt light and dizzy, and oh, so happy.

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