Page 54 of Outbreak

“I’ve been here all along.” He plants a tender kiss on my throat. “You were never truly alone. I watched over you.”

His lips trail down, soft and warm against my skin. “What do you mean?”

My eyes flutter open again, searching his face and finding… guilt? “Um… well, the cameras were just for when I was working or here. Let’s just say I spent a lot of time at college—just not in a classroom.”

“No wonder I always felt like someone was watching me, asshole!” I laugh. I don’t think I can really be mad at him about it. Not when it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy that he was looking out for me, even when I didn’t know it.

“I’m always watching. I told you. You’re mine.”

“And you’remine,” I say, tugging tightly on his hair and wrapping my other hand around his warm cock.“That means no one else gets to see my name on your cock.”

“Never. No one has ever seen your name. I haven’t been with anyone since I had it done three years ago.”

I don’t know how to respond to that. I’m shocked and feeling a little guilty. But the past is over and done with. Nothing I can do about it now but be here with him, in this moment, for as long as we can survive this new world.

Thankfully, he doesn't need a response as he crushes his lips to mine on a growl. I kiss him back with every emotion I’m feeling—longing, need, desire, gratitude, but most of all, love. His tongue explores my mouth, warring with mine as we devour each other. When he finally pulls back, we’re both breathless and panting.

“I need to be inside you, baby girl. Now. Take a deep breath for me.” I suck in all the air my lungs can hold as he lines his cock up and rubs the head up and down my slit a few times, smearing my already dripping arousal over the tip.

My scream bouncing off of the bathroom walls when he slides me down on his cock in one motion, filling me up and stretching me wide open. “Oh my fuck?—”

“Relax,” he says, his voice tight, and I know he’s holding back from fucking me through the stone wall. His body is practically vibrating with how hard he’s holding onto his control, but I want him to lose it. To pin me to the wall and give me everything he has. I just don’t know how to ask for it. “I can see you in your head, Death. Tell me.”

“I– uh–” I start, but I feel embarrassed for asking for such a thing given my past. I don’t know how he’ll feel about it. More than anything, I feel shame.

“Don’t hide from me. What do you need?” His fingers flex on my throat against the collar.

Fuck it.

“I don’t want you to hold back. I want you to lose control and take what you need from me.” My cheeks flame, and I can’t look him in the eye, but the words are out there now. It's his move.

“I can do that. But you need a safe word. You say the word, and it all stops.”

I choke on air but recover quickly, my eyes darting to his in awe and excitement. “You don’t think it’s weird?”

“Fuck no. Whatever you need, I’ll be the one to give it to you. I will break you, but I’ll always put you back together when we’re done.”

My heart has grown wings as it beats wildly in my chest. “Gummy worms,” I whisper.

The panty melting smirk he gives me has me clenching around him, and he hisses in response as he tightens his hold on my throat. “Very well. Now breathe for me. This is going to hurt, and I’m not going to stop unless you’ve soaked my cock and I’ve filled you up, or you use that safe word.”

He doesn’t wait, and he lifts my ass and slams me back down on him—his cock nearly splitting me in two. I’m thankful to be in a secluded mountain so no one can hear the sounds he’s pulling from me as he rails me into the wall with no mercy. He bends his knees and pins me by my throat, his pace punishing—unrelenting.

My pussy pulses through the pain, transforming into a pleasure I’ve never felt before. The pressure builds and builds, pushing me right to the edge. “Ghost! I’m gonna–” I start, but I don’t get to finish that sentence when he jerks me up, pulling out of me as my release squirts up his abdomen and chest.

“That’s my good fucking girl,” he growls, slamming back into me. His forehead presses into mine, our moans and breath mingling as he loses all control. There’s nothing sexier in the world than a man letting you hear just how good you make him feel. His deep, throaty moans drive me into another orgasm as I feel his come filling me up, his thrusts stuttering as he finds his own release.

It takes a minute, but eventually my soul returns to my body, and he pulls out gently. “You okay, baby girl?”

“Yeah, I’m perfect,” I whisper, my throat scratchy and raw from screaming.

Ghost sets me back on my feet, turning the water back on and rinsing us off again before he grabs a towel from the shelf at the shower entrance, rubbing it over his hair before wrapping it around his waist. He takes another, engulfing me inside the soft, fluffy material. He picks me up and walks us back into his room before drying me off completely, taking special care of my hair. He gives me a bottle of water from somewhere and sits behind me on the bed, brushing my hair gently.

“I love you, Ghost,” I whisper, my eyes drifting closed and exhaustion weighing me down.

He braids my hair down my back and leaves it untied at the end, bringing it around to lay on my chest as he kisses my neck softly. “I loved you first.”

Warmth and something I haven’t felt in a long time fill my chest.I feel happy.He lays me down on the bed, turning the lamp off and climbing in behind me. “Sleep now, baby girl. I’m not going anywhere.”

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