Chapter Twenty

Ghost

“Holy shit, Mallory. Fuck.” I try to pull away from her eager mouth but her nails dig into the back of my legs, securing me in place. The pain mixes with the pleasure, and I feel her throat constrict around the head of my cock as she gags on my length. If she wants to use me to regain control of her sexuality, I’m all for it. I just didn’t want this to be a tit-for-tat situation, she doesn’t owe me this orgasm. The way she was eating me up as I stripped for her though, fuck, it was so hot to see her as aroused by me as I am for her. The way her mouth slides up and down my shaft has me listing hockey teams in my head to keep from cumming embarrassingly soon.

She pops off my dick and looks up at me. “Are you just going to stand there like a tree or can you give me any sign that you’re enjoying this?”

I’m dumbstruck. The nerve of this woman. I’m trying to be nice and not force anything on her and she turns and spews the brattiest shit at me. “What do you want, baby?” I taunt. “Do you want to hear me say how perfect your mouth is? How well you take me? How about what a good fucking girl you are for me?” Oh, she liked that one. She’s crushing her thighs together to get some pressure on her clit, not going to happen, princess.

“Yes,” she whispers out as she leans in to take my length into her mouth again. I snap my hand out and grab a fistful of her hair at the nape and hold her away from my cock.

“Spread your pretty thighs, little siren. Let me see your sweet cunt, dripping just for me.” She’s looking up at me, lashes fluttering against the apples of her cheeks, as she spreads her legs for the second time tonight without hesitation. She’s glistening for me, worked up all over again, proving to me she’s enjoying this as much as I am. She wants me to come undone for her. She wants to own my pleasure the same way that I own hers.

Tapping the tip against her lips, “Open up, Mallory,” I grind out, but she doesn’t. My fist in her hair tightens as I read her body language like the pages of my favourite book: pupils dilated, flushed skin, a smirk on her lips, eyes glazed over, peaked nipples. She wants me unrestrained. This bratty persona of hers is really quite enjoyable, I just didn’t expect it so soon. I love her fire and her need for me to show her just how much I want her.

I yank her head back and she gasps. I take that opportunity to shove my dick into her wet mouth, she moans around me. The vibrations doing unholy things to my mind. I long to throw her beneath me and slam so far inside her she screams for me, over and over again. Her mouth slides up and down my shaft, licking my piercing, sucking just the head in and out of her lips in quick strokes. “Is this what you want, baby? Do you want me wild? Falling so deep into my desire for you I don’t know where I end and you begin? So overwhelmed by my need that I lose control?”

She swirls her tongue around the barbell as she looks up at me. “Yes,” she breathes. She cups my balls as she moves her tongue along the underside of my shaft. I’m barrelling towards the finish line, my balls pull up close to my body. She must be able to tell because she takes me as deep as she can while digging her nails into my thighs again. She mixes the pleasure and the pain together so perfectly that she has me seeing stars. I can’t hold out any longer and I erupt into her waiting mouth. She hums her approval and the vibrations shoot me into the stratosphere. She swallows my cum down like the good fucking girl she is, and slowly brings me back to earth with gentle strokes to my sensitive member.

My hand is still woven into her hair and I pull her to her feet. She stands on shaky legs and I wrap my arm around her lower back to steady her. She grips my shoulders and I am overcome with the need to kiss her. I lift my mask slightly and shift it sideways, revealing my mouth. “Eyes closed, little siren,” I instruct. She complies and I lean in to brush my lips against hers. I can’t see at all, vision completely obscured by the hooded side of the Ghostface getup. But fuck, I don’t even care. If I had a heart attack right now I’d die a happy man. Her lips on mine is the only thing I need from now until the end of my days.

I abruptly spin her and push her face down onto the bed. “Ghost, what are you doing?” she squeals, looking back at me.

“I said, eyes closed,” I snap at her, pushing her left knee up and splaying her open for me. I sink two fingers into her slick heat and she moans, arching her spine and pushing back onto my hand. “Close your eyes for me, baby, or this is all you’re going to get.”I slowly thrust in and out of her and she sighs, resigned to her fate as she turns back around and closes her eyes.

“That’s my girl,” I whisper, hearing her moan into the mattress as I begin to ruthlessly finger fuck her. She meets my hand thrust for thrust and I rip the mask off my face, needing air. It’s bloody stifling in there when I’m panting right along with her. Fuck, her pussy is perfect. I smack her ass and she cries out, riding my hand toward her second release. If she’s going to cum again it’s going to be on my face. I remove my fingers and lay down on my back beside her.

“Keep your face in the mattress or I won’t let you cum.” I don’t give her time to reply as I snake an arm under her hips and haul her to me. Lifting her cunt right over my mouth. She cries out as I spear her with my tongue and grip her perfect ass in my hands. I land another three smacks to her ass and move my mouth to her clit. I sink my fingers back inside her. Slow, hard thrusts have her thighs tightening around my head as she grinds on my face. I sneak my free hand up under her body and pinch her nipple as I suck hard on her clit. Her legs clamp around my head as she shatters for me again. She’s screaming into the blankets, they’ve become a mass around her from her fisting at them and writhing all over me. I roll her onto her back and throw part of the comforter over her face. I lick and suck her through the second orgasm of her life. She’s delicious, I’ll never get enough of her.

Her body visibly relaxes, sinking down into the comfy blankets. She’s fully satisfied for the first time in her life and it’s because of me. Pride inflates my chest and her contented sigh is music to my ears. Grabbing the mask from the edge of the bed, I slide it back on.

“So, will you get me a shirt that says ‘orgasm donor’ now?” I tease. I pull the blanket away from her face; constantly awestruck by the honey in her gaze, the smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose and the smile that greets me whenever I see her now.

“I will if you wear it only for me. I might get a little jealous if someone asks you for a donation while out in public,” she blushes and I stroke her cheek.

“You’re the jealous type then?”

“I guess so…”

“Good, so am I. I don’t share, so don’t get any kinky ideas,” I say playfully. She yawns, covering her face in embarrassment. I rise from the bed, “Get up so I can fix the mess you made of the blankets,” I instruct. She groans, grabbing the black, fuzzy one and rolling herself up into a taco. “Listen here, missy.” I grab her ankle and haul her towards the edge of the bed, scooping her and the blanket up onto my shoulder. She squeals with glee as I tear the pile off the bed and place her back down. She wiggles like a worm up to her pillow and lays her head down. Gazing up at me, she bites her lip. Nervous energy hangs heavy around her, she doesn’t want me to leave. “Did you still want me to stay?” I ask, and joy overcomes her features. She smiles and nods, rustling around in the blankets as I make the bed. I swear there’s at least ten blankets in this pile. How many blankets does this woman need?

“So you weren’t just using me for my beautiful body then?”

“No, you ass,” she laughs out. “It is a beautiful body though, from what I saw of it anyways.” She’s seen most of my body over our time together, but only bits and pieces here and there.

“Calm down you horn dog, I’m not just a piece of meat,” I fake sob.

“Such a drama queen.” She rolls her eyes through a laugh and worms her way out of her cocoon. She pulls back the blanket, “Get in here you goof,” she chuckles and I am more than happy to oblige.