Page 97 of Ghost

The image on the television is so clear I can see my excitement.

I drive a finger in, and Ghost groans, not tearing his attention from the screen. He grips his cock through his pants, watching me play with myself. Slowly, he unbuttons his jeans and kicks them off.

“Is this what you like watching?” I ask as he walks toward the bed with his thick cock heavy in his hand.

“Absolutely.” He climbs over me and drips a bead of cum on my pussy.

I drive my fingers deeper as he hovers, pleasuring himself.

“Did you watch me do this in the middle of the night, Ghost? Did you stroke your cock while I lay in my bed pleasuring myself?”

His jaw tenses, and he nods.

“Good.” I wet my lips, glancing at the screen and imagining him seeing me doing what I’m doing right now. “I was thinking about you too.”

“Don’t tease me, Luna.”

“I’m not.” I look at him, pulling my fingers out and wrapping them around his cock. “I was imagining you sneaking into my room in the middle of the night and flipping me over to fuck me.”

“Like this?” He grabs my hips, and the room spins on its axis as he flips me around.

Planting me on all fours, he rotates me so I’m facing the camera. And from this angle, I can see the image of us on the screen as he kneels behind me.

“Yes.” I nearly choke on the word. “Like this.”

Ghost rubs his cock over my center, wrapping my hair around his fist with the other hand. “Want to know what I imagined?”

“Ye—”

The word doesn’t make it out as he drives into me. His tug on my hair forces my back to arch so I can see my face contort with his brutalthrust.

“I pictured this.” He pulls almost all the way out, pumping in again and making my tits bounce with the force. “You on your hands and knees, begging for my cock. You taking every inch of me like the good girl you are. And when your fingers picked up the pace, and your mouth parted as you came…”

He pulls back, angling his hips to ease a little deeper on his next thrust.

“I stroked my cock and pictured myself filling your pretty mouth. I imagined my cum dripping from your lips. Painting your tits and streaking your chest. I imagined marking you as mine.”

“I am yours.”

“Yes, you are.” He smirks, thrusting his hips forward and making me lose my breath. “And you’re never escaping me now, Luna. I’ll always be watching. You’re the only thing worth looking at.”

Ghost pulls out again, leaving the head of his cock inside me as he angles his chin down and spits. It drips down my ass and pussy as he shoves his thick cock deep. The entire time, he watches me through the screen. And with the camera feed, I can see everything.

The hard, muscled planes of his chest and arms flex with his every movement. The sight of him is intoxicating.

Ustogether is something I could stare at all night.

Ghost wraps a hand around my body and finds my clit, flicking it back and forth until my eyes are rolling back, and I can’t see straight to watch us. Our figures blur on the screen with the pleasure coursing through me.

I think about the things we’ve done in the clubhouse, the videos Ghost has of us. We’ll add this to them and watch it over and over. My man claiming me.

My eyelashes flutter as Ghost works my clit. He widens his knees to strike me at a different angle, and I’m bursting at the seams. My eyes open to watch him on the screen, and he doesn’t look away as he fucks me hard and deep, sending my climax ricocheting through every nerve.

My body tenses, and I grip him so hard it makes his jaw tick. With the camera on us, there’s no hiding from the truth of what we do to each other.

“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Ghost pumps his hips. “My greatest sin.”

And he’s mine.

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