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“Yeah?” I whispered, flicking my tongue over her earlobe. “You takin’ all this dick, baby. Like… like your pussy was made for me.”
Her nails dug into my back, and I felt her hips lift into mine, trying to meet each stroke.
“I’ve wanted this since the first night,” she confessed, voice breathless. “I ju-s-t didn’t know it would feel like thiiiisss.”
I kissed her again, deep and passionate. She broke the kiss and pulled back, looking me dead in my eyes.
“I want you to fuck me.”
I froze for a half a second as those words flipped my fucking switch.
“I want you to fuck me, hard. I want to feel all of you, Ghost. Please…”
“Specs…” I growled, tilting my head. “You don’t even know what you just asked me for.”
She nodded, swallowing. “I do.”
That familiar dark sound rumbled through my chest, as I sat up, pulling her hips towards me and flipped her over with one grip. Her face hit the pillow, and I grabbed her pretty ass, draggin’ her back until her little pussy was right where I needed it.
“You sure you want this?” I asked again, with caution.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“You want me to fuck this filthy little pussy good? You want to feel all of me, right?”
“Please…” she whimpered, her voice was laced with desperation.
That was all I needed to hear. I slammed into her in one brutal thrust, both of us crying out in unison—her in surprise, me from the goddamn tightness. I grabbed her hair and pulled her back into the perfect arch and started pounding into her pussy like I was trying to tattoo my name in that muthafucka. The only noise that could be heard through the room was our wet skin slapping against each other mixed with her loud sexy moans. Fuck, she was mine, period.
“You opened this door, baby,” I growled in her ear. “Now I’m walking through that muthafucka.”
Her moans turned high-pitched and broken, matching the rhythm of her body bouncing with every deep stroke. I reached around and gripped her throat—not hard, just firm enough to hold her still.
“You know you really done fucked up right?” I whispered.
Her pussy clenched around my dick like she agreed.
“This my pussy now,” I snarled. “Say it!”
“It’s yours—fuck, Ghost—it’s yours!” She screamed out.
I bent over her back, still driving into her from behind and kissed the sweat from her shoulder. My hand slid down to rub her clit again, and she damn near collapsed under me.
“Listen to me, Specs,” I snarled, drilling into her harder. “Nobody will ever be able to touch you like this. You hear me? You belong to me now. I done wrote my name in cursive all through this pussy, baby. Roman ‘Ghost’ Carter.” I growled.
“That’s’ right. Let me hear that pretty little voice, baby.”
She started gasping my name and dragging the sheets as her legs shook violently like she was about to come undone,and when I felt her walls tighten around me again, I snapped. I gripped her thighs and fucked her so deep and raw that her screams echoed through the damn room. Her orgasm ripped through her as she cried out. I followed right behind, pulling out just in time to tear the condom off and spill my nut across her back with a growl. I stayed over her for a moment trying to catch my breath. She collapsed into the pillow, trembling and covered in sweat. Fuck. I was fucked up. Not a single bone in my body wanted to walk away from her. From whatever this was we had. But I knew I had to. If I stayed here, she would die, and I couldn’t take that. Specs was mine, and I would move heaven and hell before I let any harm come to her.
CHAPTER 12
Ghost
Her legs were still tremblingas I scooped her up, bridal style and carried her to the bathroom. She didn’t say a word, just curled up into my chest like she was trying to live in my skin. That body was still pulsating from everything I’d done to it, and part of me was proud as fuck about that shit. I sat her gently on the edge of the tub, turned the water on, and adjusted the heat until it ran hot. Steam rose fast, clinging to the mirrors. Neither of us spoke. We were both in our heads, trying to process the fire we just lit. I’ve had plenty pussy in my twenty-eight years on this earth, but Spec’s was top tier. That untouched, untouched shit, the kind that you don’t get twice. And the fact that she gave it to a nigga like me just did something to me. I didn’t take that shit lightly at all. Not when she was moaning my name like it was a prayer. Not when her thick frame folded under mine. Shit, I ain’t have no business feeling this territorial over something so fucking pure but that didn’t stop me from mentally building a damn graveyard to bury every nigga she ever smiled at and every nigga that even looked her way and thought about shooting they shot. I knew there was no fucking way thatanother nigga would have access to her. I was stamped all in that pussy and Specs had realized it yet, but she was mine.
I stepped into the shower first, pulling the curtain back for her to follow. She did, slowly. I could feel her eyes on me, tracing the lines of my chest and the curve of my dick already half-hard just from her stare. I grabbed the washcloth, lathered it up, and took my time washing her. When I got to her thighs, she gasped, but when that cloth dragged over her swollen, sensitive pussy, she let out a sound that made my dick stand at attention like “Sir yes Sir”. She reached between us and wrapped her hand around my length and started stroking it. Her grip was shaky but confident. Like she knew what the fuck she wanted and that shit was sexy as fuck.
“Fuck, Specs,” I groaned, eyes rolling back. “I’m trying to let that lil sweet pussy recover… but I see you on demon time. Baby done got her first dick and already acting like a fiend.”
