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Reaching back, I yanked on his pants and pleaded with him. “Please don’t make me wait, Ghost. I need you inside me.”
Chapter Fourteen
Nomi
His groan was so loud it rumbled against my back. It never got any less hot to hear. If I could make it my ringtone,I would. Although, that’d be fun to explain anytime my phone went off.
His fingers didn’t stop dipping and stroking all my sensitive spots inside, but he did remove his shirt with the other hand, signaling he’d do what I wanted.
Another few moans were dragged out of me, my legs shaking and barely keeping me upright, as the tension collected in my waist and threatened another explosion. I bucked and fucked myself wildly on his fingers, no longer caring how desperate it made me seem. All I wanted was for him to put his dick in me like we both clearly wanted. I didn’t mind being a bit wanton for it.
The strong definition of his chest melded with my naked back as he continued to drive his fingers in deep with one hand and open his pants with the other. I bit my lower lip and peered over my shoulder. Our gazes connected, and the feral need I found in his eyes nearly made me come right then.
“I don’t care how you do it, but if you don’t fuck me in the next minute, I’m going to be so mad,” I threatened him.
His lips twitched into another brief but wholly devious smile. “Scary.”
“You have no idea, mister,” I growled, catching an eyeful of his gorgeous torso.
Oh my god, his body was absolutely insane. Beautiful and strong, sinewy and taut. Alabaster had never looked so good on anyone. If I hadn’t been so desperate for him to put his supernatural dick in me, I would’ve taken my time admiring him.
His cock was a thing of beauty, too, and the absolute biggest I’d ever seen. Like the rest of him, it was ghost white. I stared at it as he gave the length an absent stroke and the flared head pinkened. It was an effort not to drool.
He had the prettiest dick I’d ever seen. It was tough to stop myself from turning around and putting that gorgeous thing in my mouth so I could make him groan and show my virgin Horseman how good it was to have a hot mouth and wet tongue paying homage to his thick, white length.
A little husky chuckle struck me stupid, and my eyes jerked up to his. The sound was so foreign despite hearing it once before that I probably looked like a deer caught in the headlights.
It was suddenly very important to me that if we did this, I needed to see his face. I was up and moving before he could stop me, and his eyes slid down my body in open appreciation.
No one had ever made me feel as beautiful as Ghost did. As curvy as I was, it never occurred to me that I could feel like a temptress on her knees as I closed in on him.
I grabbed his hand and sucked his fingers clean, making sure to keep eye contact as my tongue slid up one and down the other. His jaw tautened for just a second, but it was enough to break his mask of indifference. It was an emotion he hadn’t intended to give me and plenty of reason to celebrate.
I dropped my other hand to his dick. This time, he didn’t stop me. Instead, he grabbed me around the back of my neck and yanked me forward into a rough, leg-quaking kiss.
I moaned and stroked the length of him, surprised by how warm his cock was. No, hot. All of him was. The inside of his mouth, the stretch of his chest pressed against mine, everything radiated heat when all he’d ever been before was semi-warm at best and cold at worst. Had I brought out this fire in him?
His teeth snagged my lower lip and sucked, while I squeezed around his immense girth and gave it a couple of “Hello, how are you?” strokes. Another wild groan rumbled from his chest before I was on my back with the Horseman braced over me like earlier, except this time naked and panting.
Be still my pervy girl heart.
I notched his dick at my entrance, keeping my eyes firmly on his. “Do what feels good,” I whispered to him. “And don’t fucking stop.”
His hand gripped my hair just before he punched forward, and my pussy swallowed every inch of him. We groaned together, the pleasure striking out against both of us. His muscles flexed as he withdrew slightly and slammed forward again. My breath exploded out of me, carried along by a few of my favorite curses.
His dangerous eyes beamed before we kissed again, the sound leaving his throat all guttural satisfaction. “You feel so good, little wisp.”
I clung to him, the slap of his hips a loud echo in my ears. I was already on the edge of another orgasm. I wasn’t going to last long even though I never wanted this moment to end.
He did as commanded. He didn’t stop. He fucked the thoughts right out of my head, and all that was left was reaction and bliss. Soon, I was gasping and panting his name, so close to release that my hips eagerly thrust down to meet his, hoping to crest before I died.
When the crash came and the tension in my waist snapped, Ghost slammed his mouth over mine and stiffened. It was a liquid rush of heat from both of us for nearly a minute.
After, I collapsed into literal human mush. Ghost stayed over me, his face buried in my neck, his chest fused with mine, and his weight pinning my body to the bed.
“I hate to see what you can do when you’re not new to this,” I joked breathlessly, sliding my fingers through his slightly damp hair.
His laughter was smothered into my shoulder, but I preened in victory. Getting someone like Ghost to laugh felt like the best comedy award of the year.
