Page 32 of Chasing Ghosts
“Oh yeah. I want something sweet and creamy and made just for me.”
I don’t think we’re talking about food. He proves me right when he starts to unbutton and unzip my pants. He maintains eye contact as he drags them down my legs. My hand automatically goes to cover my panty-clad pussy.
“Will you feed me, baby? Will you give me what I need?”
Well, damn, when he puts it like that, I move my hand out of the way and try to stay as still as I can, knowing what he wants to do to me. He sits on one of the wooden stools between my legs. His hands run up my inner thighs, and his breath tickles my skin. It sends my nerves jumping and makes my heart start pounding even faster and harder than ever before.
“I’m a greedy man, baby. Greedy and possessive. Is that going to be alright with you? Are you going to be okay with all of me? The part that needs you more than I need air and only you over and over again, is that going to be alright?”
“Yes. Yes. I…want you like that too. I…was so sad when I thought you were with Ripley.”
“Ripley?! You…no, I’ve never been, nor will I ever be with Ripley. The only person I will ever be with from now on is you.” A blush hits my cheeks. I guess it sounds stupid to him, but it really bothered me. “I was the same way with you. I got mad at Tray when I thought he was hanging around you too much.”
This causes me to giggle. “That was because I always hung around Roxie.”
“Didn’t mean I wasn’t angry about it until I found out.”
I give him another giggle before brushing my fingertips down his cheek. “Only you get to see me like this. Only ever you.”
“That…that has me feeling like I could fucking fly…or save the world.”
His hands run up my thighs and grip my hips as he pulls me closer to the edge. He runs his stubbled cheek back and forth against my panties before tugging them to the side. When I feel his breath on my bare mound, I let out a little yelp before bringing my knees up to close them out of habit. But I can’t because Mac is in between them, shouldering my thighs open wide and taking my nakedness in.
“You have the prettiest, softest pussy.” He drops tiny kisses all over before running his nose up my center and taking deep breaths in.
“Oh my God.” I wrap my hands around the countertop to keep from grabbing him…or myself. He chuckles when he sees my death grip.
“Why don’t you put these right here?” He takes my hands and places them on my own breasts, shocking the air out of me. “That way, when it gets really good, you have something to hang on to.”
He goes back to my bare pussy, and this time I feel his tongue skate up the outside edges. I gasp and jolt as the wet muscle slowly prys my lips apart and burrows deep in the valley between. My hands squeeze up on my breasts reflexively, and I get an added thrill. He opens me wide and uses his tongue tofind my clit before sucking and licking me into an immediate orgasm.
I don’t realize I am about to cum until my body tenses up and my thighs are shaking, and by then it’s too late to give him a warning, to tell him I’m about to explode. I cry out his name as my body shakes through my first climax. He pulls his face away from me, and I notice his lips and cheeks are wet.
“Fuck yes, baby! Do you realize how fucking sweet you just became?! Do you know how much fucking cream you just made for me?!”
He attacks my pussy, licking and sucking up the ‘cream’ he mentioned. He’s so thorough and so focused, he sends me into another release before picking me up and carrying me through his apartment to the bedroom. I nuzzle into him as my eyes drift shut, and a warmth that I’ve never felt before envelopes me and carries me off to sweet dreams.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Mac
Ishould let her sleep, but I swear I get even harder thinking about waking her with my dick prying her open, forming her little pussy to fit my cock and only my cock. I slip off her panties and look at her for long moments. Just look at the beauty I have before me. I knew she was tiny, but my hand pressed between her breasts really drives it home. My whole hand almost spans the width of her chest. I’ll have to be gentle with her. At first.
I want her to crave it -me- as much as I crave her. I spread her legs as I trail my fingers down her soft skin and dip them into the mess I’ve made of her. She was wet for me, the sugary sweetness was all over her pussy and down her thighs, before I ever touched her with my tongue. With some kisses to her mouth and tits, she had bloomed for me like a little flower. Opened for me and gave me every part of her. I slip my fingers inside her wet channel. It doesn’t take long to find her tight entrance and discover how much I am going to have to work her apart so she can take me with the least amount of pain.
I work her little body until I can finally slip a finger inside of her. She’s moaning in her sleep and crying out my name as her body readies itself for me. I lean forward and use my mouth to help her find another climax. The more orgasms she has, the better it will be for her.
I'm fully aware of the moment she comes awake - her little pussy tightens up around my fingers. She arches her back off the bed as she wakes up, only to fall into a sweet release.
“Mac! Oh, God, Mac!”
I should give her time to adjust, time to wake up, but I can’t hold back any longer. I want to be inside of her. I want to find the last home I will ever need.
I lost the rest of my clothes sometime between licking her pussy and working a second finger into her tightness, making the next part easier for me. I line my thick cock up next to her sweet pussy and stare down at her. She swallows and then gives me a little nod.
I nudge through her slick lips and her tiny entrance. Her pussy sucks the tip of my cock as I push forward. Her mouth opens on a gasp as the broadest part of my dick pops inside of her. It takes my breath away, too. I pause not just so she can get used to me being inside of her but also to sear the moment into my memory, so I’ll never forget it.
“You alright, sweet girl?” I get a nod but nothing else. “Are you sure you want to keep going?”
