17. XVII
XVII
Echo
I was barely holding on, the foundations of my control fractured at the view of her combusting beneath me. Then, her hands went roaming, stroking my skin. Disturbing memories threatened to push to the forefront, causing panic to surface from her touch.
Restraining her hands let my mind clear. Dragging in a concentrated breath, my equilibrium realigned itself.
I took her in—every last inch. My gaze faltered on the tattoo between her breasts of the crown symbol, signifying her allegiance to the infamous Sovereign. The reality had me reeling; the magnitude of her past would irrevocably change the underworld furthermore.
And I nearly fucking ended that.
Below her tattoo, my attention hooked on the dressing layered over her injury… The one I put there. The wound was small on the exterior, yet tunnelled so deep, it pierced her heart.
I couldn’t stand to look at it for long, not wanting to linger on those rumblings inside of me. Neglected fucking feelings stirred awake that I desperately wanted to stay buried and dead.
So, like the defective asshole I was, I pushed those disturbing thoughts to the side and switched to the task at hand, paving way to relief and the overbearing need to see her climax—over and over again.
A smirk graced my lips as I looked down at the flawless woman. “Tell me what you want.”
Spencer pulled on her restraints while speaking in a rushed haste. “I need you to touch me. I need to come again.”
“What do I get?”
“Anything,” she pleaded with straight desperation.
Mm . That sweet promise did something to me. An inner savagery known to any man shoved forth, demanding me to take, take, take .
To ensure as minimal contact as possible, I straddled her legs once more, knees lifting me off her frame. Slowly—oh, so slowly—I bent at the waist, my hands lined either side of her as my mouth lowered, inches away from her heaving chest.
With my eyes locked on hers, I blessed her with my mercy. “I will give you what you need, Spencer. But make no mistake, I intend to collect.”
From her expression, I could tell she was on the verge of bitching me out—until my lips wrapped around her peaked nipple, cutting off her words with a breathless gasp.
I worked over her breasts with patience and attentive detail, her body undulating beneath me.
I wasn’t getting away unscathed, my fists scrunching the sheets so tight, I thought they’d go numb. Not that I had much blood circulating through my veins. Everything I had to spare was concentrated between my legs, my cock so rigid and hard, I could feel my pulse pumping, the tender flesh rubbing against my boxers, causing me to hiss from the unbearable friction.
Once her flesh was warm and glowing, I retreated and shifted to the end of the bed. Grabbing onto both ankles, I flipped her, lifting her hips as she pitched forward to catch the sudden movement, settling high on her knees. Her blissful purrs were cut off by a surprised huff.
In that new position, Spencer was a fucking vision. Her face buried in the pillow with that glorious ass pitched high in the sky, giving the sublime sight of her weeping fucking pussy, begging for my cock.
Get a hold of yourself!
Leaving her stranded, I roamed to the bedside table, sifting through the various sex toys she’d bought with my money, the sight alone making pre-cum drip from my strained tip.
“ Echo,” came her desperate plea. I thrived off her calling my name in just that way.
I selected a slender, rabbit-shaped dildo and switched it on before returning to my prime location behind her.
The tremors were intense, the sensation sending shockwaves of desire cascading throughout me. I couldn’t wait to tease her with it.
I raised the toy to her inner thigh, hardly letting any pressure make contact. However, without notice, Spencer gyrated lower, a sharp moan coming through when her clit ground against the vibrator.
I growled in retaliation, removing the toy immediately.
“Echo, if you don’t hurry the fuck up, I swear?—”
Whack. A screech pierced the room as I massaged the slap on her ass cheek that I’d just delivered. Her smooth pale flesh flushed a gorgeous shade of red.
“You’re not in control, GHOST. I. AM. ” I smirked, knowing she was about to lose her absolute shit. Maybe I was lucky she was tied up. “Now, say please .”
“FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING ASSHO?—”
Whack. “Uh-uh, sweet pea. That’s not the word I asked for.”
Of its own accord, my hand lifted, a single finger lightly swiping through her pussy lips… Which was a mistake.
She was drenched. All pretty and pink and glistening. An invitation I couldn’t fucking resist when I sucked the wet tip into my mouth.
Oh. My. God. How could someone taste so irresistible? So appealing? So intoxicatingly sweet? My mouth was salivating immediately from her cum hitting my tastebuds.
Which triggered my absolute necessity to see it running down her thighs. I wanted her crazy, unhinged, absolutely mad with bliss.
“Ask me nicely, Spencer, and I’ll give you what you want,” I said, tracing the dildo upward until the tip was parallel to her entrance.
“ Pleaseeee.” I gave a wolf grin…which soon faltered at her next words. “ Please shut your fucking mouth and rail me with that plastic?—”
Hey, it wasn’t exactly what I was expecting, but she had given me what I requested. So, before she could legitimately turn hulk on my ass, I pushed that same plastic cock inside her, both of us yielding a long groan.
“Fuck, Ghost,” I rasped. “I’ve never seen a more breathtaking sight. I can’t think straight, watching your sweet greedy cunt swallow— Every. Last. Inch .”
“You wish it was your dick, don’t you?” she panted. Of course I do. “Well, keep dreaming…cause I don’t need you,” she finished before slamming back on the fake cock like her life depended on it. I let her drive her own pleasure, circling her hips to repeatedly push back to the hilt, her walls milking that thing so tight, my frame trembled with the difficulty of holding myself back.
Then, she screamed. A shameless, unabandoned, lust-filled scream that had her body convulse as if she were being electrocuted. Her muscles repeatedly tensed and released, working through the orgasm that had entirely taken her over.
I slipped the dildo out from inside her and watched in slow motion as her cum dripped down the backs of her legs.
On autopilot, I turned the vibrator off and let it slip from my drenched fingers. In a dreamlike state, I leant forward, giving a long, luscious lick up the back of her moist thigh… I felt a proverbial snap ricochet through my chest, the remnants of my restraint in tatters as I advanced, the flavour of her slick flesh beneath my lips bringing forth my complete undoing.
Flipping onto my back with my head between her legs, my hands snaked upward to hold each ass cheek before pulling her down on top of my waiting mouth.
Then…I devoured her.
“ Fucking hell!” Spencer screamed, my actions too fast for her to retract her hold, her weight giving way to my demands.
I licked from her puckered asshole all the way to her clit, biting down on her piercing for good measure. Spencer spasmed on top of me, more juice slipping out of that gorgeous cunt for me to collect.
She tried to retreat, to squirm out of the ironclad grip that I had no intentions of budging from.
“More!” I insisted, my voice muffled against her flesh. “You’re going to give me more.”
“Fuck. You. You can’t make me come agai?—”
I chuckled, always up for a challenge. Hers was the first cunt I’d ever eaten, and my bloodstream ignited as if having a hit of potent Amp. In the past, I’d never had to work to get my dick wet, and I wasn’t about to willingly submit to any bitch.
But this woman… This godforsaken woman . She had promised me anything in return for pleasure, not realising I’d offer everything just for the privilege of giving it to her.
Entirely addicted and out of my damned mind, I spiralled my tongue inside her, coating my mouth with as much cream as I could reach.
Despite Spencer trying to fight herself off me, her one panted repeated word kept me afloat.
“Yes… Yes… Yes…”
Another orgasm hit her with a detonation of tremors and jolts, cum leaking all over me till it was dripping down my chin.
I growled as my hips twisted into the air, my desperate cock searching for friction where there was none to find. At that point, I was so far gone that it didn’t even matter.
“Feed me,” I growled, pulling her tighter so I was near suffocating. “Fucking fill, me up and feed me .”
“Echo—Oh, god. I can’t… I can’t.”
I didn’t like that. I didn’t like that at all.
I challenged her plea by sliding two fingers between her ass cheeks, her back passage so slick, my fingertip dipped in with little resistance.
Spencer surprised me with a high-pitched screech, then began to gyrate, hips going berserk.
“That’s it, Ghost. Fucking make a mess of me .”
And my girl delivered. She was soaked, drenching me in her cum as her ass simultaneously swallowed my finger like the dirty little slut she was.
With both of us panting like rabid beasts, my need to tip her over the edge just one last time overrode everything else… Which made me raise my opposite hand.
Whack. This time, her screech was replaced with a low-toned moan, her ass pushing backward, searching for more of my touch, no matter how brutal or severe.
That’s my girl.
With one final, hard slap, Spencer lost her ever-loving brain. One long, continuous orgasm cascaded through her body, making her scream and writhe as she released and squirted everywhere. With that action alone, I never had a hope in hell.
I hurriedly slipped a hand into my boxers, brutally squeezing the base of my cock to hold off my own climax. If I was going to come, it was going to be inside that sweet, sweet pussy.
In record timing, I transferred from my position, ricocheted upward and settled behind Spencer, her frame still shaking from her lingering orgasm. My ghost had a beautiful handprint stamped on each cheek, the marks making me possessive and altogether cracked.
I was fucking ready to rage, to take and take from her body until we were both insane and satiated.
When I lined my tip up to her entrance, ready to impale her on my rigid cock, Spencer cooed, whispering a soft, “I still hate you,” then collapsed from overstimulation.
Comatose, satisfied and obnoxiously snoring.
Playtime was over. Spencer was completely tuned out and my poor angry dick barely got a hello.
You’ve got to be kidding me.
If she didn’t look so fucking cute, I would have bitch-slapped her awake to finish me off. Alas, it’d be more likely that she’d rip out my intestines than give me a measly handjob.
Unwilling to test her irrational ass, I trudged to the adjourning bathroom and resigned for a cold shower instead, knowing my own palm wouldn’t do.
After I showered, I couldn’t leave Spencer comatose on the bed without cleaning her too. She had made a right mess… Of which I was somewhat responsible.
Spencer hummed in her sleep as I dragged a warm cloth over her skin. I was almost regretful that I was washing away the evidence of our shared connection, not knowing if we’d ever get it again.
Post-clean, Spencer snuggled deeper into her bed, looking so cosy and satisfied that I couldn’t take my eyes off her.
Her auburn hair glowed in the lamplight, and her face was so settled in contentment that I wanted to hold her. I had to hold her. Just once—without the lingering mistrust and hatred shining from her eyes.
So, against my better judgement and at the risk of copping an elbow to the ribs, I hustled under the blanket and dragged Spencer against me, her limp form moulding into my side as if it was always meant to be there. She was settled in the crook of my arm, her hand laid heavy upon my chest as her sleeping face upturned to mine.
I waited for the remnants of my history to surface from her gentle touch. For familiar dread to take over. Yet, a minute passed. And then another.
Once my breathing regulated and my muscles laxed, I counted the freckles sprinkled over her nose. And when her eyelashes fluttered and her nose dug deeper into my neck, a small, involuntary smile tugged at the edge of my lips.
The only admittance I’d allow. Suddenly, a different type of fear took root, not from my past, more from the woman in my arms.
What the fuck am I doing?
Cuddling this woman after I gave her countless orgasms without receiving anything in return? Staring at her like some love sick fool.
Surely, I’d lost my senses to outright lust, right? Show me any man who could ever resist her while walking in on that .
I had no chance. None.
Unfortunately, that reasoning did nothing to curb the crippling fear that continued to stir inside me.
Unwilling to let that emotion fester, I left.