Chapter 16 Ghost
GHOST
“I NEED YOU, GHOST.”
I groan against her mouth, my lust for Geneva echoing deep within me. My tongue clashes with hers, unbridled and ravenous, drawing life from her every response. But it’s not enough.
I want more.
Quickly, I grab the hem of her shirt, lifting it in a smooth motion that leaves her skin bared to my hungry gaze.
She mirrors my actions, her fingers fumbling briefly with the material of my shirt before I reach behind me and pull it up and over my head.
She reaches for me, running her fingertips along my chest until I grab her hand and place a kiss on it.
I force myself to release Geneva long enough for her to remove her pants, along with any remaining barriers of fabric that separate us. The cool air of the room brushes against my skin as I do the same, but the fire between us renders it inconsequential.
With barely restrained urgency, I snatch Geneva’s wrist and yank her to me. She falls on my lap with a quiet laugh before straddling me and wrapping her arms around my neck. I stare at her, our gazes level, completely enthralled by the mere sight of her.
This woman fucking devastates me with a single look.
She breaks my trance by pulling me into a deep, searing kiss, which stokes the flames of desire to an inferno of crazed lust. I roam my hands over her back, savoring the smoothness of her skin, then slide down to grasp her hips, guiding her closer.
She’s so fucking wet, the length of my dick slides along her slit without friction.
“You’re dripping, Doc,” I murmur against her lips.
I dip my hand between her parted thighs to stroke her clit. Geneva grips my shoulders, her breathing quickening as her body lightly convulses. I increase my pace, coating my fingers in the effects of her arousal while she grinds against them.
“When you come, this time it’ll be because of my hand, not yours,” I whisper in her ear before thrusting so fucking hard, she grunts.
I drive my fingers into her again and again, fucking her with my hand the way I plan to with my cock. She closes her eyes and tilts her head back, lost in the pleasure I’m giving her. The sight of it is perfection.
She is perfection.
Her nails dig into my skin, drawing blood as she rides my hand, seeking her release. She moans, her hips moving faster, her cunt tightening around my fingers.
“Come for me,” I say, the sound almost feral.
Geneva obeys me, her body tensing, her back arching. She cries out my name as her orgasm shakes her entire body, her muscles spasming around my fingers, her wetness dripping down my palm.
So fucking beautiful.
Geneva collapses against me, her face buried in the crook of my neck. Her hair tickles my shoulder, and her breath is hot against my skin. I wrap an arm around her waist, holding her close. Her breathing is ragged, her heart racing. I press my lips against her hair, inhaling her sweet scent.
“I need to be inside you.”
“Please.” Her voice is a breathless whisper.
I grip her hips and position her above me. She holds on to my shoulders and lowers herself, clenching her jaw as the head of my cock slips inside her swollen pussy. I hiss, feeling it stretch around me. Fuck, it feels amazing.
“You’re so tight, Doc.”
Geneva moans as I fill her, her hips moving slowly, taking me deeper. It’s just not fast enough. The wait might actually kill me.
“God, Ghost,” she whimpers, her body trembling. “It’s too much.”
“No, it’s not enough.”
Geneva wiggles, her cunt stretching to take my full length. My patience snaps when her pussy flutters with pleasure, and she groans. I lift her, fingertips bruising her skin, and slam her down on my cock. Her back arches, her tits bouncing, her body shaking uncontrollably.
“Look at me,” I say.
Geneva’s gaze meets mine, her eyes burning with desire.
“Watch me fuck you.”
She doesn’t look away, her body responding to every stroke of my cock. She rides me hard and fast, taking every inch of me, her pussy gripping me so tight, it’s torture and ecstasy at the same time.
She tightens around me, and I know she’s close. But I’m not ready for it to end.
“Don’t come,” I command.
“Ghost…”
“Not yet.”
Geneva tries to speed up the pace, so I grab her hips, guiding her, forcing her to slow down. She’s so fucking hot, so wet, I can’t think straight. All I can focus on is how good she feels while drinking in the sounds of her ecstasy.
“Mine,” I say, staring into her eyes. “You’re all fucking mine.”
She nods, unable to speak. I lift her and slam her down again, fucking her without restraint. Without control. I lose myself in her. The feel of her body, the taste of her skin, the smell of her hair.
“I’m going to ruin you for anyone else,” I grit out. “I want you so fucked up by me, so full of my cock, that you can’t even think about another man.”
She moans, her cunt pulsing, her muscles fluttering around me.
“Say it, Geneva.”
“I’m yours.”
“Good girl. Now you can come.”
She screams, her orgasm washing over her, her body tightening around me, pulling my release from me. I come hard, filling her, the sensation momentarily paralyzing me. She slumps against me, her breathing heavy and her eyes closed. I trail my fingers down her spine, reveling in the feel of her.
After a few moments, she opens her eyes and looks up at me. “Why is it so important to you that I accept your feelings for me? And that I admit mine?”
I pause, her question cutting through the haze of satisfaction. The intensity of the moment still lingers, me inside her, my hands on her skin. I trace a finger along her jawline, contemplating her question, searching for the truth that she deserves.
“Because when you accept my feelings, it means you acknowledge that they’re real and you understand the depth of them.”
I brush a lock of hair behind her ear, then trail my thumb over her cheek.
“I need to know that you feel this… this connection, this inevitability, as strongly as I do. That it’s not just me who gets lost in us, not just me who finds a home in the chaos we create together.
Geneva, once you embrace the entirety of what I am and what I feel for you, you’ll trust me to safeguard the essence of who you are. ”
She leans into my touch, her eyes closing, a soft sigh escaping her. “What am I supposed to do with you?”
“Love me. Duh.”
Geneva stiffens in my embrace, her eyes flying open. “Ghost…”
“Like I told you in the prison: You will admit it. Even if I have to fuck it out of you.”
“I can see you’re definitely trying.” Her lips twitch. “Maybe you should try a little harder?”
I salute her. “Yes ma’am.”