Page 45 of Soulless Deeds

“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 toanybitch.

But this woman… This godforsaken woman. She had promised meanythingin return for pleasure, not realising I’d offereverythingjust 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 andfeed 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 makeamess 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 squirtedeverywhere.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 theevidence of our shared connection, not knowing if we’d ever get it again.

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