Page 30 of Ghost

With her eyes locked on mine, her legs parted, putting her pussy on display. I licked my lips, taking in her bare snatch with a thin blonde landing strip.

“You’re mine to worship. Mine to fucking devour,” I growled, placing a knee on the bed between her open legs and climbing over her body. Falling forward, I planted my hands on either side of her head, caging her in.

“Should we be—” She looked towards Payton’s door.

“Shh.” I lifted a hand, pressed one finger to her lips, then trailed it over her throat, down her chest, and circled her perfect little tit.

I replaced my finger with my mouth, drawing her nipple inside. Her back bowed when I sank my teeth into the hard little nub. She was so responsive.

My hand slid down to her pussy and found her wet. I slipped two fingers into her heat, and she bucked against me.

“You like that?” I asked, needing her taste on my tongue. I pulled away, rising up onto my knees as I worked my fingers inside her.

“Fuck,” she hissed when I found her trigger.

“You want to come, baby?” I asked, hitting her g-spot again.

“Mm,” she moaned. Yeah, she wanted to come. “Please, Ghost,” she panted, “make me come.”

“Tell me this pussy’s mine, Rae. Be my good girl and tell me you’re mine.” A flood of wet seeped through my fingers. I kept at her, working her closer to the edge. She was so close, her pussy soaking my hand.

“I’m yours—Ah,” she cried out when I flicked my thumb across her clit.

“And?” I flicked the hard bud again.

“I’m your good girl,” she whined. “My pussy’s yours.”

Her submission was my undoing.

Leaning forward, I took her nipple into my mouth and bit down, my hand moving relentlessly where she needed it most.

“Ghost!” she screamed out as her walls clamped down around my fingers and she came.

Releasing her tit with a pop, I slowed my hand until she was boneless beneath me.

“You’re so goddamn sexy when you come.” I pulled my hand free and slipped my fingers into my mouth. My eyes closed.

Motherfucker, even her pussy was sweet.

Moving off the bed, I pulled a condom from my wallet, then shucked off my jeans and boxers.

“Want you screaming my name, baby. Bishop is what I wanna hear when you come again.” I didn’t give her a chance to think, to second-guess things, because I sure as hell couldn’t afford to. Lowering my head, I latched onto the sweet spot between her thighs. She gripped my hair as her thighs tensed around my ears. Her hips pushed forward while she ground against my mouth.

“Bishop, oh God!” she cried out.

I fed off those sounds, those desperate pleas for more. I worked her with my tongue until I felt her teetering on the edge—a shaking, gasping mess, desperate for breath.

She was ready.

Getting back on my knees, I settled between her legs and notched my cock at her entrance.

“Ready for me, hellcat?” I rasped, staring down into those wide, trusting eyes.

“Please,” she whimpered, and that was all the permission I needed. I pushed inside, slow at first, giving her time to adjust. She was so damn tight, the resistance—fuck. Her pussy felt like a vise, and it took everything in me not to lose control.

“Ah, fuck, Rae... you feel so damn good.”

She gripped my arms, nails digging in, and I saw the pain etched on her beautiful face.

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