Page 52 of Nightmare Island

“I’m sorry he did that to you, but I promise to make you feel like the queen you should be.”

I’m smiling, still struggling to believe that something good might be happening to me for a change.

Ghost lifts my chin with his finger and kisses me again, gently at first, then rising to a crescendo of sucking on my tongue and my lips, coaxing a purr from me… a sound I’ve never made before.

“You’re such a good girl,” he whispers, and those words have me purring more.

I lean into his kiss, holding on to him like he’s my world, my everything. It’s so strange to think that hearing his sweet praise gets me more excited to be with him than anything I’ve experienced.

“You like it when I call you that?” he asks softly, his hands falling to my hips, his thumbs slipping under the elastic of my panties.

I nod, breathing heavily, knowing I’m completely drenched for him. Of course, that’s when he tugs my underwear down my legs, kneeling in front of me, leaving a trail of kisses on the way—down the valley between my breasts, my stomach—then he has his mouth right where I’m burning up.

I step out of the underwear as he presses his nose against my pussy, deeper still, taking a sharp intake of breath. His fingers slide between the crack of my ass, the sensation overwhelmingly incredible.

Gasping, I weave my hands through his hair while his hands slide up my inner thighs, nudging them wider. He’s relentless, pushy, and unstoppable. And I love it.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to have your sweet cunt all over my face, to tongue-fuck you, to make you come on me, covering me with your creamy orgasm.”

A moan spills past my throat. Grasping his hair, I stare down at him. He glances up, winking.

“Don’t tease a girl now.”

He abruptly lifts me off my feet, his powerful arms circling around my thighs and carrying me to the bed.

“If I’m going to eat, I need it spread out for me.”

I laugh at him as an excited shiver races down my spine, all the way to my core, where my pussy quivers for more.

“I’ve never had anyone lick me down there before,” I admit, feeling stupid for saying anything.

Ghost’s eye lights up, and his grin is sinful. “I’ll be the first mouth, first tongue, to devour your cunt?”

I nod, laughing at him.

He moves even faster, and in seconds, I’m lying flat on the bed, my ass on the edge of the mattress, while he’s spreading my legs.

My face blushes.

He doesn’t even notice, as he has eyes only for my offering. He kneels in front of me beside the bed, preparing for his meal.

“Are you ready for me to take care of you?” he drawls.

I nod, holding my breath at how desperately I need him. It’s as though I’ve been ready for him from the first moment I laid eyes on him.

He leans in, and there’s no pause… his tongue is on me, traveling between my lips, pushing deeper into my folds. My body arches, a loud purr in my throat. I never expected it to feel so amazing. He wastes no time licking me all over.

I need more. My hips rock with the tightness building inside me while my Alpha lowers his mouth to my entrance, where he goes wild, the tingles driving me crazy. I cry out as his thumb is on my clit, and he’s rubbing me like a wild man. It’s tingly and so sensitive, that I’m wriggling beneath him.

In moments, I’m fisting the blanket harder, riding his face, and screaming from the orgasm tearing through me.

He’s licking me savagely now, my thighs trembling, my breaths labored. My pussy is swollen and so unbelievably wet. I glance down at Ghost, who’s pulling back, staring at me with a grin.

His mouth and chin are glistening with my juices. Yet, his fingers never leave my pussy, one of them pushing into me like he can’t let go.

It feels incredible, and I’m floating.

“The prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen, so greedy, too, sucking down on my fingers. She wants every inch of me, doesn’t she?”

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