Page 44 of Haunting Phantom
“You taste just as I expected. Forbidden. Sweet. And all fucking mine.”
Then his fingers were inside me, spreading, searching, looking for that goddamn place where most men become lost and never return. “Damien, fuck! Don’t stop! Please.”
“Beg me for it!” he growled. “Beg me to make you cum.”
“Pleassse,” I replied on a gasp. “Let me cum.”
Then his licks got hungrier, his eyes darkening like a feral beast. His tongue gave me a lashing I so desperately deserved, and that finger. God, its punishments sent me over the edge.
The scream that ripped out of me shattered the room, turning me into a needy little bitch who wanted fucking everything she shouldn’t ask for.
My cum covered his face, and he devoured each drop like he was storing honey for winter. He was so hard. So fucking ready, but I couldn’t let it go past oral sex. Not if I wanted to keep Phantom.
So, I stopped him from crawling up my body, sitting up before slowly dropping to my knees on the floor. My fingers couldn’t dig fast enough, ripping open the buckle on his belt, almost popping the button loose. Then his cock sprang free—long, thick, and throbbing for more.
I consumed it without hesitation, my eyes popping open when he hit the back of my throat and I didn’t gag.
That invoked a chuckle. “I fucking should’ve known you didn’t have a gag reflex.”
He let me have control only long enough for the wickedness to take over, his smile elongating, those dark eyes deepening. The way he fucked my face that night is something I’ll never forget. The fingers digging into my hair, the thrusts meant to be punishing and cruel. But they were neither to me. They were liberating, freeing me from the constraints of a woman tied down to one man for years, and giving her a taste of freedom she was too afraid to explore.
His release was explosive, filling me too much too soon. I choked down what I could, but the rest he wiped away, his cock still hard and pulsing.
“I can’t fuck you, Damien,” I whispered, my body buzzing with lust.
“What?” he asked, his laugh coming out more shocked than anything.
“I’m sorry; I shouldn’t have done this.”
When I straightened, he stopped me. “Dollface, don’t do this. Please. Couldn’t you feel it? The chemistry? The heat? I know you love Phantom, but there’s something between us that’s stronger. I felt it the second I laid eyes on you and you fired off that first insult. We’re endgame, baby. And I think that’s what scares you.”
Everything in me switched. “We are not endgame!” I yell. “I would never fuck you, Damien. Not unless you put a gun to your head, pull the trigger, and somehow survive.”
“That sounds like a bet,” he fired back, that dangerous twinkle in his eyes. “If I shoot myself in the head and survive, you’ll fuck me?”
“Now you’re just being stupid, Damien. Just let it go.”
He laughed. “Hell no, Dollface. I just got a taste of Heaven’s essence, and I’ll do whatever I have to do to taste it again.”
He quickly buttoned his pants, grabbing his gun from off the dresser.
“Damien, wait! Don’t be stupid! I was just joking—”
My eyes flutter as I blink the memory away, the truth hitting me like a sledgehammer. I was the reason Damien died. He only shot himself because of me.
“It’s okay,” Creeper exclaims. “I did this to myself.”
Esther doesn’t seem to notice his second conversation, not when she’s two fingers deep in her pussy, taking Creeper’s thrusts like a champ.
“That’s right, baby, take Daddy’s dick.”
Her eyes flutter closed, and he winks, giving me the signal I need. Without warning, I drop to my knees, crawling into her body while she’s distracted.
“Who’s there?” a voice shouts in my head.
“Shut up, bitch. I need this.”
“Wha—What’s going on?”
