Chapter 22 Jasmine #2
I let out a wanton moan as my eyes fluttered into the back of my head, and I wasn’t aware of much else. I knew whenever I built to that point, because everything else faded away. The night sky was gone. The moon, eliminated. I couldn’t even get his name off my tongue. All I could do was buck.
All I could do was writhe.
All I could do was take it.
Until I felt it ready to burst.
“Oh my God. I’m gonna. I’m gonna. Ghost, you need… to… move,” I whimpered out.
“Mine,” he snarled like a feral animal.
I couldn’t hold it back any longer.
The sounds that burst from my throat were more like cries of mercy than anything else. He buried his face into my pussy, and I felt it pumping out of me. Thread after thread of wetness ejected itself from me, slathering his face while I heard him audibly swallowing.
Like I just fed him a Thanksgiving feast.
“Ooooh, that’s it,” he growled before I heard him swallowing again, “Give me more. I want all of it.”
“Ghost,” my hoarse voice croaked out.
My exhausted body collapsed.
The world tilted around me as I felt myself moving again. I wasn’t aware of how I was moving, only that I was. My head lobbed about. I had no more control over my limbs. And before I knew it, Ghost straddled his bike again, and I heard a zipper move.
Am I really going to do this? Fuck a stranger without a commitment?
“Ghost,” I whispered out.
He held my body above his before his voice came alive in my ear. “What is it, beautiful?”
My helmeted head fell to his shoulder. “I don’t know if I can… I… my body… it’s so…”
“Sssshhh,” he shushed softly as I felt something warm and hard pressing in between my legs, “you just let me take care of you.”
“I’ve never done this something like this before,” I whimpered softly. “Just a hookup.”
He paused.
I paused.
Oh fuck. Did I ruin it?
“Do you think you’re just a hookup?” he asked.
There was a twinge of anger in his voice and it worried me. “I—I mean, I don’t—”
“You listen to me, Jasmine Court, and you listen well,” he said as he notched himself at my weeping entrance.
“You are miles away from any hookup any man could ever have.” He pushed the tip of himself into my body and I groaned.
“You are miles away from some mindless fuck to get it out of my system.” He slowly inched himself deeper, and I shivered at the way his thickness spread me wide.
“And I have no plans for this to be the only time my body is entwined with yours. Do you hear me?”
He seated my pelvis against his, his cock practically kissing my cervix. I whimpered in pain, but the pleasure that rushed through my body as his tightly wound curls tickled my sensitive clit seemed to relax me.
It relaxed me enough that the heat of him burning inside of me only made me want to move.
“I said, do you hear me, Jasmine.”
“Yes,” I choked out breathlessly. “Oh God, yes. Just move. Do anything. Please.”
“I’ll never get tired of hearing you beg.”
His hands gripped my waist and he hoisted me up before slamming me back down to his cock.
My eyes bulged behind my helmet, and he gave me no time to breathe as he did it again.
He moved me like I was nothing but a toy.
Like I wasn’t some broad-hipped, thick-thighed woman with more than enough jiggle to go around.
It took my breath away, how he staked me on him. Like I had no choice.
Pffft, like I wanted a choice.
I gave into it. I stopped fighting my moral code.
I stopped fighting my mind. I allowed him to use me and move me, his movements growing fierce and possessive.
His fingertips curled into my excess. The slopping wet sounds that came from between my legs spread goosebumps throughout my body.
I felt my tits bounce out of my top, jiggling for him like some sort of movie with dinner.
I didn’t care in the slightest.
“Goddamn it, Jaz. Just like that. Squeeze that cock.”
“Ghost. Ghost. Please. I don’t know if—if I can—”
“Oh, you’ve got one more in you, pretty girl,” he snarled as his fingers found their way in between my folds. “Even if I have to pry it from your trembling hands, you’ll give it to me.”
Good fucking God.
The world tilted on its own axis. Ecstasy bled its way through my veins. With each fuck, he became more possessive. His sounds, more animalistic. I felt it building again. That sweet pressure down below that let me know I was about to make another mess.
Something told me he wouldn’t mind.
“Ooooh, there it comes,” he growled.
I had no clue if he was talking about me, or him.
I couldn’t even form words. The world sizzled out in white, blinding me as a winding coil started at the base of my spine.
It weaved its way up my vertebra, shivering me and collapsing my walls around his intrusion.
And the second it wound up between my shoulder blades, his words were my undoing.
“I’ll never let you out of my fucking sight again,” he growled. “Now, come for me, my beautiful little firefly.”
And I snapped.
“Ghoooooooost!” I cried out.
Gallons. It felt like gallons poured out of me.
The squelching sounds increased while his snarls filled my ears.
Long gone were thoughts of Amanda and Wrecker.
I only imagined what they thought of us right now.
Surely they heard us. It didn’t matter, though.
None of it did. Not with what he was chanting.
“Mine. Mine. Mine. Goddamn it, Jaz, mark me. Give it to me. All of it.”
I heard it splatter to the ground before my body finally gave way.
I collapsed, and his arms wrapped quickly around me before pulling me close to his body.
My legs were limp around him as they straddled his girth.
I felt him pulsing deep inside of me, my cervix crying out for mercy while the rest of my body sang with glee.
I had no idea how much time passed before I finally found my voice. But when I did…
“Firefly?” I croaked out.
He chuckled softly as he shifted a bit on his bike, his intrusion still staked within me. “Yeah.”
I yawned. “Why ‘little firefly’?”
His helmet touched against mine. “Because you look beautiful in the moonlight.”
And I knew at that moment, I was a goner for this man.
One little nickname at a time.