Page 53 of Nightmare Island

“Yes,” I breathe, tilting my hips. “It’s yours.”

“All of you is mine.” He moves two fingers to my clit, rubbing it in a clockwise manner, slowly at first, then building.

I may have just exploded all over his face, but the addiction is returning like a storm. The tempo of his strokes quickens, and I shudder all over, the slow build of pleasure inside me taking over.

“Would you like me to stop, sweetheart?”

“Only if you want me to haunt your dreams forever,” I answer between ragged breaths, coaxing a laugh out of him.

He’s on his feet. “Good, because I’m about to fuck your brains out, little flame. Give you something you’ll never forget.” He unbuttons his pants and drops them, revealing that he’s completely naked underneath.

He steps out of them, and my sight is caught on his huge cock. I didn’t know they grew that big, the tip reddish and glistening, a thick vein running down the shaft. I swallow hard at the pulsing length of pleasure that I desperately need inside of me.

“It’s fucking big.”

Ghost grins as he reaches out and palms himself a few times, his eyes almost rolling back into his head.

“It’s all yours, sweetheart.”

He leans forward, and I scoot up onto the bed. When he kneels between my legs, his body covers mine, his hands on either side of me.

“You taste even more delicious than I expected, but now I need to be inside you. My balls are so fucking tight. Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

“Yes,” I gasp, struggling to form words when I’m floating, and all I can think about is being fucked.

This is what I’ve missed my whole life—someone to show me what it’s like to be adored, a protector, a safe place.

A real Alpha.

He leans in, his tongue dancing up my neck to my earlobe, then he’s kissing me, sucking on my tongue. My hands curl around the back of his neck, drawing him closer.

The bulbous tip of his cock slides over my pussy, pushing into my entrance, and he’s huge against me. But he’s not going slow. He’s shoving into me, and I’m moaning loudly.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you have a tight cunt. Now, be a good girl for me and take a deep breath.”

I nod while my breaths are speeding. There’s a pulsing from him, and I realize it’s his huge vein pulsing as he pushes into me.

“This is where I want to be, cock-deep in your little cunt, telling you how beautiful you are.”

My heart flutters at his words. “Who would have thought you’d be such a sweet talker?”

He howls with laughter, then starts to fuck me… like, really fuck me. There’s no buildup with Ghost, just him shoving into me, hard and fast, and I scream from the sudden pain but also from the pleasure that doesn’t want him to stop.

There’s no pause, just his hips jerking violently, rattling me, making the room spin. I’ve dreamed of being with someone I can cling to, stare into his eyes, knowing that it’s something we both want. And I’m living my fantasy.

“Such a good girl, taking all of me.” Then he’s kissing me. “Is this what you’ve wanted? For me to fill your belly with my cum, to bring out your true Omega?”

I don’t know what he means by the last part, but I’m too consumed by him, my voice raspy from my cries, and I can’t focus on anything but him claiming me.

“Don’t stop… I need more.” There’s no sarcasm in my voice for a change, but more dirty arousal.

He’s building up, going faster, and I’m screaming now, my second climax crashing through me viciously, my thighs closing tight against his hips.

Head back, I’m shuddering and rocking with Ghost as he unleashes a thunderous growl, and hot cum starts to spurt out inside of me. I feel the warmth, the sensation, along with his cock’s knot expanding inside me.

“Such a good girl,” he growls, his brow glistening.

My heart’s pounding, my thighs quivering, and I can’t find my voice. My body seems to have come to the decision that I’m at his mercy, and now my brain is struggling to catch up.

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