19. Ghost

19

Ghost

Luna’s head jerks as she looks over her shoulder at me. “Halfway?”

Those wide blue eyes make me wish I hadn’t turned her around. I’d like to see just how big they can get when she finally takes all of me.

“Mm-hmm.” I rock again, looking down at her body wrapped around my cock.

I really should have brought a camera so I could take a picture, but I’ll have to save that for next time.

I’ll record it.

Memorialize it.

She stretches to take more of me, and it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Her determination. Her body accepting me.

She drips as I start to back out, and her excitement glistens on my length. Rocking my hips forward, I go an inch deeper this time .

“Holy shit.” She grabs the blanket, burying her face into it.

I’m a lot to take, and she’s so fucking tight I might blow my load before I’m fully seated. But I resist the urge because I need to feel her come on my cock first.

Grabbing the globes of her ass, I slowly work in and out, shifting deeper with each thrust and appreciating how she starts to move with me. Until my hips meet her body. My balls slap against her pussy, and I bottom out.

Fuck, she’s stunning.

She glances over her shoulder with hazy eyes and a sheen of sweat on her forehead. Her body rocks with pain and pleasure. I warned her not to let me do this, but she didn’t listen. She didn’t believe me when I said that if she handed herself to me, I’d take it all.

Now she’s mine.

I’ve spent years becoming desensitized, numb, and withdrawn.

Luna crashed through every barrier.

An angel like her doesn’t belong in hell, but if that’s where I’m headed, I just might have to take her with me now.

Luna rocks her hips when I pause deep inside her, and I let go of her ass to watch her chase her pleasure.

“That’s it, beautiful. Fuck my cock. Let me see you work for my cum.”

She moans, resting forward on her elbows as she slides off my cock almost all the way to the head before she sinks back again, taking me. Each time, she takes me deeper. Her moans get louder, and her pace quickens. She’s chasing her release and using me to do it.

I steady my breath and try not to think about it because she feels so fucking warm and wet and good. And it’s been so long that the sight of her is enough to get me off, but the feel of her nearly vaporizes me.

Reaching around, I toy with her clit as she continues to rock. I need her to come again before I do. And with how she’s moaning from her hands and knees, I’m not going to make it long.

Wrapping one hand around her ponytail, I reclaim control, fucking her with hard, deep thrusts. I can’t help it. I need to make this girl see stars until she realizes I’m the only one who can open her mind to that part of the universe.

“Marcus,” she screams when I strike her deep and fast.

I don’t let up. I can’t anymore. Her body is my land to stake—to claim. She asked for this, and she needs to know why she shouldn’t have done that.

We’ll either heal each other or destroy each other. I’d be fine with either at this point.

Tugging her ponytail, I force her back to arch. It tilts her hips so I can fuck her at a different angle. Her slick pussy tightens, gripping my cock so hard I’m grunting through the pain. I can barely handle her pleasure.

Luna screams as she comes. Her body convulses, and I feel every squeeze.

Pulling out, I flip her over and sink back in because I need to see her wide eyes filling with pleasure and fear as I drive as deep as I can. Her tits bounce with every hard thrust.

She pants against my mouth when I kiss her lips, and I wrap my hand around her throat, where it belongs.

Balancing on one forearm, I fuck her with everything I’ve needed since I laid eyes on her. She chokes for air between kisses, taking me perfectly. Her body is slick with sweat, and her eyes are hazy as I bottom out inside her again and again, but she takes it all.

This girl was meant to be mine. I knew it the first time I looked into her eyes.

Her legs wrap around my hips, and her nails claw at my chest.

It’s been too long, and she feels too good to last right now. She reaches one hand down and cups my balls, and I come so hard my insides feel like they’re caving in. I piston my hips and empty myself into her, not bothering to pull out.

I’ll deal with the consequences later.

She might be on birth control, or she might not. I’m not sure I care.

Resting on my forearms, I settle between her thighs, catching my breath. Maybe I can just live like this. Feeling her wet cunt on my cock. Stretching her until she’s molded to take me and only me ever again.

“That was…” Her blue eyes blink up at me, and a tear slips down her cheek. “Sorry, I’m not sad.”

“You don’t have to be sorry.” I wipe the tear away, licking it from the pad of my thumb because I need to know what every part of her tastes like .

Her pain.

Her pleasure.

Luna Cassidy.

“That was intense.” She lets out a sigh. “You’re larger than I expected.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

She smiles. “It was.”

“You take me so well.” I brush the side of her cheek. “You’re perfect.”

Her pussy clamps my cock with the compliment, and blood starts rushing downward again. I love that my words draw that reaction out of her, but if I don’t pull out, I’ll start fucking her, and she’s probably already too sore for that.

Flipping off her, I land with my back on the bed beside her, staring up at the ceiling.

She’s quiet for a moment, and I wonder what she’s thinking. The longer she goes without saying anything, I get this sinking feeling that what we did is wrong, even if I can’t find it in myself to regret it.

“Should I go now?” she says finally, looking over at me.

I roll onto my side, facing her. “Why would you go?”

Her gaze moves to the door. “To give you space. Or to shower.”

“You want to shower?”

She shrugs. “I know how the guys are—”

“I swear, Luna, if you’re about to compare this to how those assholes are with patch bunnies, I don’t want to hear it. ”

Her lips purse, and I can see her trying to bury a smile. “Why?”

“You know why.” I hop off the bed, grabbing her legs and pulling her down it.

Lifting her up, I toss her over my shoulder and smack her on the ass.

“Ghost!” she shrieks, and it’s adorable.

“You want a shower; you can have one in my bathroom.” I carry her into the bathroom and set her back on her feet to turn on the water. “But I’m joining you.”

When the water warms, we step into the shower. The stall doors are foggy, and Luna steps under the water first. It runs rivers over her body, dripping from the peaks of her nipples.

“You’re staring.” She smiles up at me.

“I am.” I grab her by the waist and pull her in for a kiss because I can’t help needing to taste her. “I might have to install cameras in my room just so I can stare at you from every angle while I fuck you next time.”

I probably shouldn’t have said that out loud. It’s a bit twisted. But when her eyes light as she smiles up at me, I love that she’s excited by the prospect of it.

“Only if you let me watch it with you.”

“Deal.” I kiss her on her forehead, and we rotate so I can stand in the water.

She grabs the bar of soap and starts washing her body, but it doesn’t take me long before I’m stealing it and taking over .

I’m going to memorize every inch of her skin now that she’s given me access. I draw my rough hands over every curve and see how beautiful she is when suds cover them.

Her hair is a darker shade of purple when it’s wet, and I wonder what she looks like when it’s her natural blonde. I want to see every version of her. I want to get to know them all.

When I’m done washing her body, I move to my own, taking my time.

I’m in no rush when I have a view of Luna, wet in my shower.

Turning to rinse myself off, I wince when the stream of water strikes the still-healing skin where the club branded me for lying to them.

“What is that?” Luna steps back to get a look.

She didn’t see it in my room because it was dark, and she was distracted. But there’s no hiding the wound from her under the harsh fluorescent lights in the bathroom.

“Nothing you need to worry about.” I grab her hand as she reaches for it, kissing the back of it.

Her pinched eyebrows tell me she doesn’t believe me, but she drops it either way. Luna has been around the clubhouse long enough to know how it works, and even if I don’t like lying to her, there are things I won’t be able to tell her, no matter what she is to me.

“Come here.” I spin her around and grab the shampoo.

I work it over her scalp until it’s bubbly, burying my fingers in the strands and washing it for her. Her shoulders relax as I work her scalp, and I notice a small scar on the back of her shoulder blade. I thought over this past year, I’d learned everything there was to know, but clearly, I’ve missed things.

“It smells like you,” she says, tipping her head back as I dig the suds into her scalp.

“Sorry, I don’t have any flowery shit in here.”

“Or conditioner,” she points out.

I hum because she’s right. I don’t need conditioner or body wash when a bottle of shampoo and a bar of soap does the trick. It’s been so long since I’ve even been with a woman; I forgot they prefer all that.

“I can get some.”

She looks up over her shoulder. “For me?”

“Obviously.” I chuckle, rinsing her hair. “Who else would I be fucking in the shower?”

“And here I thought this was innocent.” She teases her bare ass against my cock, which is rock hard because the sight of her is all it takes to get my blood pumping.

“Careful, beautiful. If you keep that up, you’re really going to be hurting tomorrow.” I grab her hips as she pushes her wet ass against me. “A man only has so much patience.”

“And here I thought you were unbreakable.” She bites her lower lip, smiling. “But you’re right, I am sore.”

“Here.” I turn her around and move her to sit on the little ledge in the shower.

Kneeling down, I spread her knees and groan at the sight of her puffy pussy. She’s definitely going to hurt tomorrow, and I love it. But for now, I just want to make her feel good .

“What are you doing?” she asks as I slowly start to kiss from her knee up the inside of her thigh.

“Kissing you better.”

Her mouth opens like she’s about to argue, but I cut her off with my tongue on her clit. I kiss her nice and slow. I take my time until she’s coming on my tongue. Because all I want to do for the rest of my life is make this girl feel good while protecting her from the inevitable.