Chapter Twenty-Eight

Mallory

My unknown admirer begins to ruthlessly drag me towards the peak of ecstasy. He slaps my sensitive nub and then rubs away the sting. The lethal cocktail of his dirty words and skillful hands swirl around me and pull me under. My pussy pulses for him, the feeling shooting through my entire body. My eyes flutter and close as I succumb to the flames threatening to burn us both alive. His tongue licks up the side of my neck, and his lips graze back down to the nape. Then his teeth clamp down. Ghost bites and sucks the spot. He’s marking me, staking his claim. His hedonistic alpha male show of possession sends me careening off the peak I was teetering on. It feels as though my very being explodes as my orgasm crashes over me. Mercilessly thrashing me through an ocean of desire as wave after wave washes over me.

His fingers slip from my soaking centre. I feel him shifting beneath me, the denim of his pants rubbing the backs of my thighs as he pushes them down. I’m in such a haze that his deep, lust-filled voice barely registers.

“Are you ready for me, little siren?” I feel his erection. It’s hot against my skin as it rests at my entrance.

“Yes,” I slur, drunk on my lust for him.

“Then take me,” he groans as I slide my cunt up and down his shaft. Slathering my arousal all over him. Ghost grabs my hips and tilts his own, breaching my opening with the head of his shaft.

An animalistic sound rumbles through the man behind me as I slowly take him inside me. It burns, the pain increasing with every inch of his cock that I welcome into me.

“Are you okay?” I shakily ask. I don’t want to hurt him or do something wrong. Insecurity bubbles up and threatens to ruin this moment for me as I wait for his reply.

“Fuck, yes, Mal,” he grinds out. I stop the movement of my hips and chance a look at him. His body is strung so tight, every delicious muscle is on display.

“Then why do you look like you’re in pain?”

I go to climb off him, the burning between my legs all but forgotten at the worry of hurting him. His grip on my hips turns punishing, forcing more of his marks upon my willing body.

“Don’t you dare fucking move.”

“Ghost, if you’re-”

“I’m not in pain, baby, I promise,” he pants. “It’s taking every bit of my restraint not to slam my cock inside your tight little cunt and rip you apart, Mallory.”

My pussy flutters at the thought. “Do it,” I whisper.

His cock jerks, still only half inside me. Clearly he likes the thought too.

“I’ll hurt you,” he argues.

“Then hurt me. I want it. I want all of you.”

“You’re sure?” His sweet, caring voice caresses me and all my previous doubts float away.

“Yes.”

He’s hesitating. Fine, I’ll do it myself. It’s like ripping off a band-aid right? I shift onto my knees. I’ll feel all the pain all at once then it will be over.

“What are you doing, baby?”

I ignore his stupid fucking question. He can see what I’m doing. I played his game of being chased. Damn near fucking froze to death from it. He said he would fuck me hard. I intend to make him deliver on that threat. Now, here he is being a fucking gentleman when I want to be ravaged. I grab his dick and rub it back and forth through my slit. Collecting my wetness and lubing up his thick cock. I want to be consumed by him, by this raging inferno burning between us.

“Mallory, stop. You’re going to hurt yourself.” He tries to reach the rational part of my brain. It’s gone, I shut it off. I want to ride his huge fucking cock until he cums for me. I want to own his pleasure. I’ve never felt this way before, he awakens a new part of me every time we are together. I’m wild and unthinking, absolutely insane with need for him.

“Shut the fuck up, Ghost,” I snap. I start to sink down on him again, the pain isn’t as bad as before. The first few inches feel so good, I can’t contain the sounds spilling from my lips.

“Fffuuuuuccccckkkkkkk.” Ghost’s dark, sultry voice meets my ears. Hearing the bliss I bring him spurs me on.

I drop my weight and fully seat him inside me. I scream out in ecstasy as pleasure and pain tear me apart. I faintly hear his groan of equally matched passion through the ringing in my ears. The burning pain starts to dissipate and I tentatively start to move.

I slowly rise and fall as his hands on my hips guide me.

“Touch yourself, it will help.”

I trust him, and he’s right. Pleasure out-measures the discomfort once I’m rubbing my clit and have stretched to accommodate his girth.

I’m pulling the same feelings from him that he constantly smothers me with. I start to bounce on his dick, every time I drop he hits that same spot in me that Nox found, the one that had me hearing colours. Completely incoherent to anything but sensations. I’m panting, so fucking close to cumming on his cock. His hand weaves into my hair and snaps me back against him. I wind my hips but my orgasm ebbs away.

“Ghost,” I whine

“Did you tell me to shut the fuck up?”

Oh, shit. Giddiness overcomes me as I belt out a harsh laugh. “Yep, and you listened,” I giggle.

He flips me, laying me face down on the couch. He grabs my hips and pulls me up, rubbing my ass cheeks before spanking me.

“I was trying to be nice.” He spanks me again, then I’m jerked forward by the motion of him ripping my leggings up the back. “But, you had to go and be a mouthy little brat.”

I’m so fucking wet for him, it’s sliding down my thighs.

I feel his shaft running through my arousal and then he’s slamming into me. I scream into the cushions. Fuck, he’s so deep, I swear I feel him in my throat. He pulls out torturously slow, and I feel every inch of him as his piercing drags inside of me. Then he slams back into me. Hard. It feels so fucking good, the way he manipulates my body.

“You’re so fucking tight, baby.” His words pushing me towards my release. “Your pretty pussy strangles my cock so fucking perfectly.”

“Yes. Ghost. Fuck. Don’t. Stop.”

“Never.” His body crushes mine. Thrusts becoming quick and shallow. “I’ll never fucking stop, Mallory. I’ll haunt you to the end of our existence. And, even then, I’ll follow your soul into the unknown.”

He grabs my chin, forcing my line of sight into the kitchen. “Are you going to see the cop again?”

My heart stalls in my chest. Even in this moment with him, I still want to see Nox again. I want a normal relationship. I want to drive his truck, and go to the store with him, all that everyday regular stuff. But, I want what Ghost has to offer, too. His caged beast has awakened an animal within me. I want to let her out to play.

“No,” I reply. Is it a lie? I don’t know what I’ll want tomorrow. That’s a problem for me to figure out later.

“Who do you belong to?” His thrusts become punishing as he rams into my cunt. His balls slap against my clit, shooting little jolts of pleasure through me. He fists my hair and pulls my back to his chest. “Who do you fucking belong to, Mallory?” he growls in my ear. His hand encircles my neck, holding me to him. He ruts up into me like a man possessed and I bask in it. In his insatiable hunger for me.

“You,” I pant. “I belong to you.”

“Say it again,” he pleads.

“I’m yours!” I scream as his fingers find my clit.

“Mine,” he whispers. I can almost envision him smiling behind the mask.

“Yes, yours,” I verify. His fingers bring me to the cusp of release.

“Good girl.”

His praise crests my climax and I’m soaking his cock. My pussy clamping down on him as he fucks me through it. My rippling orgasm sets off his own as he sheaths himself to the hilt. I feel his cock jerk and spasm inside me, coating me with his cum. Throwing a thankful prayer to the man upstairs that I was able to get an IUD from the free medical clinic in the city.

I’m a limp sack of flesh and bone as he lays me face down, ass up. His semi erect dick leaves my swollen cunt. But his hands are there holding my lips open.

“What are you doing?” My voice is shaky and lust soaked.

Ignoring my question, he asks, “Are you sore?”

I glance back over my shoulder at him. I assume his gaze is fixated on my pussy since I’m just staring at the impassive face of the mask.

“From your massive cock? Yes. I’m sore,” I snark.

“But… I want more,” he whines.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Ghost? You literally just fin-” My words dissolve into a moan as he slips his fingers back inside me. Gently fucking me with his cum, pushing it back in after watching it leak out of me.

“One more. You can give me one more.”

He raises the front of the mask and spits down onto me. I feel the saliva run down my crease. It collects on his fingers and he spreads it inside me. He’s so fucking filthy, everything he does is erotic. Dirty. Depraved.

He brings his fingers to my lips, “Taste us.” I open and greedily suck them into my mouth.

He groans and then pulls his fingers from my mouth. He removes my boots and peels the tattered remnants of my pants from my body.

“You owe me a new pair of leggings,” I quip.

He shrugs, “Worth it.” His voice sounds light and dreamy. He’s happy and my heart soars at the fact it’s because of me.

Ghost scoops me up and carries me down the hall to my bedroom. Gently, he lays me down and slides back inside me. He fucks me slow, gentle, adoringly. I feel everything; the ridges of his thick cock, his breath as it escapes from the mask, the whirlpool of emotions swirling around me. They threaten to pull me under and drown me. This feels like so much more than lust, more than just fucking.

I’m so screwed.