Chapter 25 #2
“Exactly what do you think you’re doing, little villain.”
I gasp quietly at the rough, urgent tone in his voice.
“Nothing,” I whisper, feeling my nipples tighten and my pussy throb.
“Doesn’t feel like nothing.”
My breath catches as his arm tightens even more, yanking me back as he grinds his fat cock against me.
“What does it feel like?” I whimper.
“Good,” he hisses, dragging a soft moan from my throat. “It feels good.”
He rocks his hips forward, and I moan quietly when I feel his dick slip between my thighs. I lift one leg just a little, then let out another moan when his cock shifts again.
Oh fuck.
His cock is right at my pussy.
“Same,” I breathe, gasping softly as he grinds against me. His hand slides over my breast, cupping it and tugging at the stiff, pebbled nipple with his thumb and forefinger, pulling a ragged breath from my throat.
My hand slides behind me, and I shiver when my fingers trace down over the hard lines of his abs. He growls deeply as they slide lower, then my breath catches when my fingers touch the pulsing base of his thickness.
“Little villain…” he rumbles warningly.
I bite my lip and moan as he twists and tugs my nipple. My fingers curl around his cock, and I gasp again as I stroke him against me.
Fuck.
Suddenly, more than I’ve ever wanted it before, I want him inside me. I need him inside me.
My pulse gallops through my body, my skin electrified as I move my hand back and forth along his length. My hips roll and shift, and I mewl quietly when I slowly ease his swollen head against my lips.
Maybe this isn’t how I “always envisioned it”. But maybe this is the perfect way to lose it.
“Galina.”
His deep voice rumbles at my nape as his body rolls against mine.
“You had a specific thing in mind for this,” he growls quietly.
“What if I’ve changed my mind?” I whisper, my voice hoarse with need.
I push my hips back, inviting him inside. But he stops me, pinning me in place.
“Have you?” he murmurs.
My breath comes in quick little huffs as I chew on my lip.
“I… I don’t know,” I eventually mumble.
“Then it’s a no,” he growls gently.
My brow furrows as I start to stroke him against my pussy again.
“You just feel so good,” I murmur.
I slide the thick, swollen head back and forth between my lips. A whimper tumbles from my lips as it bumps over my aching clit. I drag him back down, gliding him over my opening. I do it again, shivering when he rubs over my clit.
My hips shift. Heat throbs in my core as I guide his head back…then further back.
My breath catches when his cock head stops at the tight ring of my ass.
“Fuck, baby,” he rasps darkly. “Don’t fucking do that.”
I whimper as he rocks his hips, pushing his head against my asshole and sending sparks rippling through me.
“Why not?” I breathe.
“I won’t be able to stop myself,” The Ghost Prince growls into my neck.
“From?”
I gasp as his hand slides from my breasts, his fingers gliding over my stomach and then dropping between my thighs. A low moan drags from my throat when he cups my pussy and glides two fingers through my slippery wetness.
“I’ve gone weeks without being inside you,” he rasps. “You tease my cock with that tight little hole, and I might not be able to stop myself from taking it.”
A low, guttural moan chokes from my throat. Slowly, I start to rub his head back and forth over my back hole, the electrified sensations dancing and rippling over my skin making my back arch.
“Galina, I’m fucking warning you…”
He groans as I push my ass back. I can feel his precum smearing over my hole as my pounding heart claws its way up into my throat.
“I want you to,” I choke, my body vibrating with need. “I want you to fuck my ass.”
I gasp when his teeth sink into my shoulder.
“Has anyone ever—”
“No,” I whimper. “I—uuughh…”
Pleasure coos from my lips, my face caving under the sleep mask as he sinks two fingers into my pussy. He curls them against my front wall, grinding his palm against my swollen clit as I cry out in ecstasy.
“I don’t know if this tight little hole will even take my big cock, baby,” he rasps into my ear as he starts to stroke his fingers in and out of me.
“I’ve used toys,” I blurt, my face instantly heating.
Ghost groans against my back, and I whine when he grinds his head against my hole.
“Bad girl,” he rasps. “You’ve fucked this tight little hole yourself?”
“Uh-huh…” I whimper the admission as shame and need and excitement spark inside me like liquid fire.
“Were the toys as big as me?” he growls.
I shake my head, pleasure rippling through me as his fingers stroke in and out of my pussy.
“Nooo…” I moan.
“Tell me you want this,” he hisses, his body coiling against mine.
“I do. I want you to fuck my ass,” I whimper.
“Say it again.”
“There’s lube in that bedside table.”
His fingers slide out of me as he reaches for the drawer again.
I can hear it open and then the sound of his hand rifling through it before he twists back into me.
My breath catches when I feel cool, slippery gel drizzle down the crease of my ass.
He slowly teases his finger between my cheeks, and a low, needy sound I don’t even recognize as my voice gurgles from my throat as he slowly starts to rub a slippery fingertip against my hole.
His other hand slides around to my front, and I moan when he slips two fingers back into my pussy. His heavy cock throbs and twitches against me as his slick finger swirls around and then centers on my tight back hole.
“Fuuuuck,” I whine, groaning gutturally as his finger gradually sinks into my ass. He slowly slides it deep, then back out, the friction on my ring sending sparks through my consciousness as my breath hitches.
His finger slides in again, then out, then back in again, slowly stretching me as he pushes the lube into me. My hands clutch his forearm, and my breath catches sharply when he adds a second finger and pushes them both inside.
“You will tell me to stop if—”
“Keep going,” I whimper. “It feels so good…”
Ghost groans deeply against my nape as he starts to pump his two fingers in and out of my tight ring.
I reach back again, and moan when I find his thick erection slick with lube.
I wrap my fingers around him, relishing the deep groan of pleasure that rumbles from his chest as I slide my hand up and down his slippery cock.
His fingers slip from my ass.
My whole body tenses as he centers his thick, swollen crown against my asshole, his fingers still slowly rolling over my clit.
“Do it,” I hear myself moan.
“That’s not how good girls ask for things, little villain.”
My face caves with pleasure.
“Please…” I choke desperately.
“Please what.”
“Please fuck me!”
Jesus, my voice doesn’t even sound like my own, it’s so laced with desperation and need.
“Where would you like me to fuck you, baby?” he growls into my ear as his fingertips lightly trace tantalizing circles around my throbbing clit.
“Please fuck my ass!” I whine. “Please just—oooooh fuuuucccckk!!”
My eyes bulge wide under the sleep mask, my mouth falling open as he slowly pushes his huge head into me.
Holy GOD that’s big.