Page 16 of Viva Wed Vegas

“You can punish me later, but right now I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me,” I whimper, pleading with him. My desire burns through my entire body in utter desperation. I rock my hips, taking what my body is craving. He leans his head back watching me, not taking over and not dominating like he normally would. He lets me take what I need, drinking in every move, every moan I make.

I press my lips to his, kissing him, moaning when his tongue caresses mine. Breaking the kiss, I keep my temple resting on his, our breaths mingling, our eyes fixed on each other’s as I ride his hard length.

“There will only ever be you,” I pant. “Only you.” His grip tightens as he slams himself up inside me, throwing me off my rhythm. I cry out, arching my back. A deep groan rumbles from deep within his chest as he takes over, slamming his cock up inside me. “Shit!” I cry out as the pleasure I was slowly building toward suddenly ignites, catching me off guard. My entire body tenses as the pleasure explodes through my body. I grip his shoulders, my nails digging into his flesh as he continues to slam into me, chasing his own release. “Fuck! Fuck!” I cry out.

With one final thrust, Ghost’s arm wraps around my waist, holding me still as he spills himself inside me. “Mine,” he growls into the crook of my neck. I wrap my arms around his neck, holding him tight against me. His teeth clamp down on my neck, making me gasp as my core tightens in response, enjoying the sudden sharp pain. He places a soft kiss over the area before he loosens his hold and sits back. He tucks my dark hair behind my ear, gliding his thumb along my bottom lip. “Tomorrow night, I’m going to claim you all over again,” he states.

I arch my brow. “If you think you’re fucking me in front of the club, then you’ve got another thing coming,” I say dismissively.

He grins. “No darlin’, I can not and will not share you. You are mine; mine to look at, mine to touch, and mine to fuck. I get all of you. Every part of your body tomorrow night I will claim. Every. Single. Part,” he asserts. My walls clench in anticipation. Ghost’s smile widens before he lifts me off of him and places me on the seat. He moves to his knees before me, spreading my legs wide apart, revealing my pussy dripping with his cum. His eyes stay watching me as he glides two of his fingers through my centre, dipping them briefly inside me, forcing a moan to escape from my lips. He brings his fingers to my lips, and I quickly part them without him asking. He pushes his fingers into my mouth, and I suck our combined juices off them, all while both of us watch each other. “How do we taste, darlin’?” he asks, his voice deep with arousal as he glides his fingers from my mouth.

“Delicious,” I answer.

“Oh, it’s more than that, darlin’. We taste like eternity,” he adds as he leans in, his lips hovering over mine.

A wicked smile plays across my lips. “I’m not sure I tasted that, Casper. Maybe we should fuck again so I can taste it again?”

Ghost lets out a deep growl, pressing the intercom to the driver. “Keep driving until I say,” he orders. He grabs the hem of his black T-shirt and lifts it over his head, revealing his hard, tattooed body. My eyes naturally sweep over him, never tiring of seeing his body. “You better hope we don’t stop at any fucking lights, because everyone will hear your fucking screams,” he threatens as he pushes his jeans down, freeing his already rock hard cock.

I slowly lick my bottom lip and spread my legs as wide as I can, arching a brow at him. “How about we make this interesting? As we are in Vegas, the first one to tap out has to go down on the other whenever and wherever they want it,” I propose.

His palms glide along my thighs toward my centre, his thumb teasing over my clit. I suck in a breath. “That sounds like a win-win scenario, darlin’.” His thumb circles my clit, and I grip the seat. “You’ve got a deal. Now be a good girl and scream my name,” he says through gritted teeth.

I’m about to ask him to not be so cocky, but then he thrusts forward, slamming his cock inside me. “Ghost!” I cry out.

“Oh, I think I can get you screaming my name louder than that.” He winks.

CHAPTERSEVEN

GHOST

“Sir, you need to remain calm,”the officer orders as he cuffs my hands behind my back. I growl in warning as the other officer presses Star up against the limo, running his hands over her, checking for weapons when you can see every part of her body through the fucking lace body she’s wearing. I will fucking rip his hands from his fucking arms for touching.

“Fuck off!” Star hisses. The officer shoves her roughly.

“Touch her again and I will fucking kill you,” I threaten.

“Threatening an officer is a serious offence.” The officer behind me tuts.

“Sir, I am on the phone now and will try and get this matter resolved,” the driver states. I nod at him. If he can help get us out of this, then he deserves a fucking raise. The limo didn’t just get stuck at lights; it ran out of fucking gas.

We were unaware because I was too busy making sure I could make her scream my name so loud the glass would break. I smirk. I did, too. She screamed my name so loud her voice had become so rough it was near breaking. Apparently, some fucking dickhead had approached the driver, demanding it be stopped, but the guy didn’t want to interrupt us, or maybe he tried but we just didn’t fucking notice.

When the officer wrenched the door open, Star was on all fours crying out her orgasm, her arms and legs trembling. I too was fucking exploding, my climax filling her with my seed as the fucking officer reached in and dragged me out of the fucking limo. Once he had me out, the other reached in and grabbed Star, not letting her clean up first or letting her cover up. He humiliated her in front of all the public. Not that she was letting them see her humiliation, because she hid that well from all, fighting him whenever she could. But the fact everyone got to see her like that, with my cum trickling down her thighs made me more than angry. It made me fucking murderous. That was a sight for only me. That was mine and only fucking mine.

“Touch me again and I will stab your fucking eye out with my stiletto,” Star growls at the officer.

I smirk. My woman was never afraid to fight. The officer pins her firmly against the limo with his body, saying something in her ear that I can’t hear, but by the way Star’s eyes flicker with fear, I know it’s not good.

I look around to see some bystanders recording this on their cell. “Darlin’,” I call over to her. She looks at me. “Mine,” I growl, reminding her I’m here, that she isn’t alone. Her lips tip up into that smile that hits me in the chest.

“That’s sexual harassment!” a young girl calls out from the crowd. I look over and see her holding her phone out, filming us. “You are pressing your crotch against an exposed woman. You’ve not offered her a blanket to protect her modesty, and your body searched her when I can see every part of her body ten feet away,” she yells, and I immediately want to offer the woman a club favour in return.

The officer turns around and looks for the girl, but she’s either disappeared or blended into the crowd. All the women in the crowd start shouting, repeating what that woman had yelled.

“Enough! Any more and I will arrest you all!” the officer threatens, which just riles the crowd up more.

He grabs Star’s arm and roughly shoves her in the back of the police car. She yelps in pain, and my blood boils. I kick back at the officer holding me, making him tumble to the floor. I storm to the other officer and rear my head back, slamming it down onto his. With my hands still cuffed behind me, I bend down and look into the car, seeing Star sitting there.

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