Not enough.
“I’m going to find her,” I whispered against his skin as I continued to lick, suck and taste his softening cock and balls. “I’m going to fuckingdestroyevery last piece of her DNA that still contaminates this earth.” I detached my hands from his ass and massaged down his shaking legs. Echo was practically vibrating. “All her family, everyone she ever loved, completelyeradicated. She will be screaming before the end, Echo, I prom?—”
A squeak escaped me as Echo caught my face between his hands and raised me to stand.
“Phew. Jealousy makes that tongue extra vicious, huh? Let me taste it?” he asked in a guttural voice. Then, without warning, as if he couldn’t hold back, Echo pressed forward to lick from my chin, all the way up to my hairline. His moist stroke was delectable as he lapped his own cum from my skin. Which turned me all the way fucking on. “I didn’t think you could get any more sexy, Ghost. Butfuck?—”
Echo cut himself off by savagely attacking my mouth. He carried me to the bed, laid us down and pulled me closer.
XXXIV
Echo
Her tongue leisurely swiped mine, my ardour climbing like a forceful wave drowning us both in compulsive need. I took my time, slowing everything down, wanting to worship her body like she did mine.
There was no other way I could describe it.
Spencer had pummelled through my control issues with the best orgasm I hadeverhad.
My Ghost was fucking elite. With her dishevelled hair, flushed skin and my cum on her face, I’d practically pissed on her like a dog. I’d officially marked my territory, staked my goddamn claim. And I’d rip anyone apart who tried to take her away from me.
As our fronts aligned, my rigid cock slid between us, and a groan freely yielded from my lips. I abruptly shifted, pinning her beneath me. I ground my length against her slit, the pressure making her whimper. That sound alone made me want to howl at the fucking moon.
Spencer's hands found purchase on my lower back, pulling me closer. A flicker of panic danced up my spine. I instinctively clasped her wrists above her head with one unrelenting hand.
My eyes closed, and I stopped breathing. Her bare, voluptuous breasts scraping against my chest was equal parts pleasure and torture. The supple softness of her skin teased old memories to push forth. Until Spencer bullied through my psyche—again.
“Can you stop being a fucking tease and man up?” My lids flipped open to a smirking Spencer, her sharp insults giving me whiplash.
“Excuse me?”
“Did I stutter?” Spencer asked as she ground her centre against mine, causing a shudder. “You’ve left me wanting far too long, Echo. Finish what you started.”
My heart rate spiked, the thud echoing through my skull at her clear directive. And when her hips lifted again, my pelvis rolled in time with hers, creating a friction that had us both moaning.
Only Spencer could override my past, my fucked up mental blocks. The sensation of her body beneath me was new, enlightening, my skin sparking with a raw necessity only she could illicit.
Arousal pummelled through my bloodstream, a living breathing entity in every organ, in every damn cell.
When I spoke, I couldn’t even recognise my own voice. “There’s so much I want to say,to doto you, Ghost.Fuck, if only you knew.”
“Show me,” Spencer panted, her noxious breath floating into my mouth with longing. I fuckinglivedfor that short exhale to fill up my days.
Advancing, I bit into her lower lip before pushing back on my knees.
My gaze tracked down her frame, cataloguing every minute tell, every detailed feature.
Spencer loved the show, her body gyrating to a silent rhythm only she could hear.
She was bold, beautiful and breathtaking.
Spencer let her hands caress down her body, my eyes tracking her movement like a salivating animal.
Her fingers pinched her pure, pink nipples as her other hand drifted down to separate her lower lips, giving me a clear view. I gulped, near choking on my own desperation.
The silver bulb in her clit shone just above her glistening, pink pussy.My fucking pussy.
And with that last thought, something in my mind shattered.