Chapter Thirty-Seven

Ghost

She looks so peaceful when she sleeps. I almost hate to wake her.

Almost.

I stand at her bedside and inch the blanket down her body. She doesn’t even stir as I expose her naked form to the open air. She’s laying on her belly with one leg up, every sinful part of her available to the monster salivating inside of me. My fingers trace down her spine and over the curve of her plump ass. I’m growing to hate this ruse I’ve constructed. Being two people, it’s not all I thought it would be. I hated having to pull the mask over my face before I walked onto her property. I absolutely loathe wearing those fucking gloves, unable to feel her skin beneath mine whenever I’m graced with the opportunity to touch her. Don’t even get me started on having to wear long sleeves whenever I’m around her. It’s the middle of summer and I’m sure I almost passed out from heat stroke this afternoon.

My fingers trail down into her slit, she’s already so wet. Were you dreaming of me, little siren?

I slowly sink my fingers into her slick hole. I fuck her at a leisurely pace until she starts to moan, on the cusp of both waking up and climaxing. I slip my fingers from within her heat and free my cock that’s been aching since I picked her up this afternoon.

I coat myself in her desire. I’m more than ready to fuck her until she can’t walk, but before I move to slam inside her, a twisted little idea pops into my head.

Gently moving between her spread legs, I start to stroke myself. I pull out my phone and hit record. I close in on her beautiful sleeping face then pan the camera down her body. Finally focusing in on her exposed pussy with my dick just centimetres away from it. I switch the camera to front facing and watch myself jerk off, panting her name into the quiet room. Still, she continues to sleep. Flipping the camera mode back around, I record myself slipping two fingers inside her. Slow thrusts as to not wake her fully and she breathes out a quiet moan.

“Do you hear that, little siren?” I whisper. “Even in unconsciousness your soul calls out to mine. It belongs to me. Y ou belong to me,” I growl. I watch the phone screen as I pull my fingers from her and wrap them around my dick. With her gorgeous pink centre on display just for me, it’s embarrassingly easy for me to almost reach release. But first, let’s play 'just the tip'. I slip just the head of my cock inside her as a shudder works through me. Refraining from fully sheathing myself inside her is a battle I’m not optimistic in winning.

I pull out and sink back in. Repeatedly, until I’m about to blow my load. I hold the tip at her entrance and watch my cum shoot inside her. I pull back and let the rest of my seed paint her porcelain skin, ending the video with a close up of my cream leaking out of her. I can’t wait to send that to her when she least expects it.

I massage the little puddles of my cum into her skin and collect the remnants of what’s running down the backs of her thighs to stuff back into her waiting pussy. Drops of my semen leak out of her and I swipe them up onto my fingers before slipping them inside her, coating her with me both inside and out.

As smoothly as I can muster, I rise from the mattress. I strip off everything except the mask. I’m going to take her, and feel almost every inch of her skin against mine as I do it.

I stroke my overly sensitive dick until I’m hard and ready to go again. Forcing it upon myself because I’m nowhere close to being done with her. I doubt I ever will be.

No longer worried about rousing her from her slumber, I crawl over her. I brace myself with my left hand while I grasp my shaft in the other. I swipe the head of my erection between her pussy lips, collecting our combined slickness. She’s almost awake now, stirring beneath me. I’m becoming more desperate for her with each pass through her dripping slit. She stretches and arches her ass up.

Perfect.

No longer able to tolerate this agonizing display of restraint, I descend into her tight little cunt.

She cries out at the rough intrusion. Initially tensing but then melting into the lust that swirls around us. I fuck her hard and slow. Her walls constricting around my erection as I drag it in and out of her. Now that I’ve already ejaculated once, I am going to fuck her all night, so ruthlessly that she’ll feel me every time she moves, hopefully for days after this since I’m going to nightshift for the week. I hate that I won’t be around but I’ll sneak a visit here and there.

“Glad to know you’re not mad at me anymore.” She struggles to get the phrase out between the hard juts of my hips into her ass. What is she talking about?

“Whatever do you mean, little siren?” I feel her tense beneath me, her pussy clamps down around my cock as she battles some internal fear.

“Did you think I wouldn’t come to punish you for spending the day with the cop?” I pick up the pace of my thrusts, eager to have her fall apart around me multiple times tonight. That must be what she’s worried about, that I will hurt him for taking her from me. Not this time, I’ll let it slide.

“I don’t know…I just figured…” Whatever she was going to say dissolves into a sound of pleasure. I’m desperate to know what she was going to say, so I painfully slow the rhythm of our fucking to a gentle circling of my hips.

“What were you going to say, baby?” I ask.

“You’re maddening,” she groans.

I drop my weight onto her and she squeals. “What was that, Mallory?”

“Ghost you’re crushing me, you mammoth!” I laugh but stifle the sound. Another annoyance of playing this part, I can’t feel the moments I have with her to their full extent.

I work my arm under her middle and roll us. Her head rests on my shoulder as she lays on top of me.

“Tell me what you were going to say and I’ll let you cum,” I taunt. Dangling the chum in front of a starving shark. She’s been worked up from my kisses all day and I know she will fuck me mercilessly because of Nox turning her down.

“When I saw you earlier… I just got the feeling you wouldn’t be coming back. I could feel how upset you were with me.” I can hear the emotion in her voice, see it in the way her pulse thrums in her neck as she wrings her hands on her chest.

Wait… What? When she saw me earlier? I haven’t put the mask on all day. I know she doesn’t have her phone, so it’s not like she saw me walking up her driveway on the cameras. Is she being watched by someone else from her parents' horrid past? Fuck. If they’re in a Ghostface mask that means they know about me; about us. Panic like I’ve never felt before amasses within my chest. Someone could waltz right up to the front door and she would gladly let them in, thinking it’s me. I’ll have to check the surveillance footage later and plant some of my own game cameras around the woods. Will this woman ever not be in danger?

Doesn’t matter, I’ll eradicate every last threat that shows up on her doorstep.

“Ghost?” Her hesitant voice cuts through the murderous fog I’ve found myself in. How long have I been quiet?

“Yeah, baby?”

“Are you okay? I’m sorry for upsetting you.” She is sorry, even though she would do it all over again if given the opportunity.

“You’re sorry, hey?” A sly little smirk pulls at my mouth from below the mask.

“Yes.” She slowly turns her body so her chest is against mine. Her chin rests on my sternum as she looks up at me. Her large honey eyes pleading for me.

“Want to earn my forgiveness again, do you?” I tease.

“Yes, so bad.”

Oh, my perfect little slut, you will in fact work for it tonight.

“Prove to me how sorry you are.” I maneuver her body so she’s straddling me. I rock my hips from beneath her, rubbing my cock through her most sensitive area. With one hand on her hip and one banded around her middle, I angle her hips and press inside her swollen pussy. We moan together as sensations overcome us. I move slowly in and out of her, working her up again.

“Ride me, baby. Show me how regretful you really are.” Mallory tentatively plants her hands on my pecs, raises herself up, and begins to wind her hips.

“Yes, Mallory. Just like that.” Holy hell she feels so perfect, moving and grinding on my thick length. With each encouragement, she gains confidence until she’s sliding up and down on my shaft.

“Your piercing feels so fucking good, Ghost, holy shit,” she whines, as a thin sheen of sweat coats her skin. She glistens in the moonlight streaming through the window like some holy goddess made just for me. Her fingers thread through my chest hair, gripping tightly as she desperately chases her orgasm. She slams down on my cock and swirls her hips, begging my cock to stroke her G spot just a little more. I wrap my hand around her throat as I rut up into her at the same time I force her down on my dick. I fuck her ruthlessly until she screams out her release.

“Stop, stop, stop, Ghost.” Absolutely not. I fuck her harder, bouncing her on my cock.

“How dare you cum before me,” I grind out as I plow into her. “I thought you were supposed to be apologizing to me. Defiant until the very end, isn’t that right, little siren?”

I don’t know how she manages a smile with the way I’m gripping her throat and destroying her from below, but she does. Such a fucking freak. My freak.

“I do what I want,” she barks out a laugh.

Laughing while I’m fucking her is not going to fly.

“Then I’ll fuck you how I want,” I say quietly, menacingly. Her eyes fly open right before I toss her off of me and flip her face down on the mattress. I pull her hips up and slam myself inside her again. Brutally, I pound her cunt from behind until she explodes again.

I roll her onto her back in her post orgasm haze and slide back into her.

“Why are you such a machine?” she mumbles. I grit below the mask, fighting against the urge to unload into her. Her hands meander up my chest and grip my shoulders. She pulls me down to her, our faces so close, only this bullshit fucking mask to separate us.

“May I?” she asks. “I promise to follow the rule.” Her eyes are searching for mine. Desperate for that connection we share. I nod and her eyes fall closed. She pulls away the only barrier between us and I can breathe again. Fuck, this is terrifying. She could open her eyes at any second and figure out it’s me. I don’t think she would appreciate the truth being revealed while I’m deep inside her.

Her fingers trace my jaw, my nose, all the features of my face. Committing me to memory. I lose myself in the bliss until her fingers run through my hair. I grab her wrists and pin them above her head. It’s too much. She was too close.

I snap my hips as I push us both towards another orgasm. A final orgasm.

I confine both her delicate wrists to one of my hands as I start to rub tight circles around her clit.

“No, I can’t... I can’t cum again,” she whimpers. Awe, poor baby. Boo hoo… My stalker gives me multiple orgasms. How will you ever survive?

“You can, and you will.” I kiss her quickly. “You owe me.” I kiss down her jaw and hover above her ear as I whisper. “I want the pleasure of your cunt rippling around my cock as I fill you full of my cum.”

“Fuck,” she moans.

I’m almost there and she’s not. Damn it. I pull out of her and quickly latch my lips to her clit. I lick and suck her little bundle of nerves until she starts to rock wildly against my face. I line my throbbing dick back up with her entrance and slam home. I watch my length fuck her raw, she has to be sore. I spit down onto her clit and begin to rub it with my thumb.

“Are you holding out on me, baby?”

“Yes,” she exhales.

“Why?”

“I don’t want this to end,” she confesses.

“Never. You and I will never end. I promise.” She nods.

“Give it up to me, Mallory. Give me what I’m owed.”

I spank her clit, then spit back down onto it and slap it again, the saliva amplifying the sting. She finally lets go and shatters for me. I follow her over the cliff immediately.

She's clawing at my chest, “Come here,” she begs, trying to pull me to her by my chest hair. Please stop, that fucking hurts.

I hover over her as her palms skim my flesh.

“Kiss me,” she pleads.

I’d give her anything she wanted. She knows it, I know it, and I do. My mouth is featherlight against hers as I kiss her soft and sweet. It’s everything I’m not, and everything I aspire to be. Both halves of myself melding into one perfect person for her.