I've been as patient as I can be, but my fuse just ran out.
Watching the way she’s going, I follow. It seems she’s headed in the direction of the library. Perfect.
I rush ahead of her. Luckily, she doesn’t see me.
Jogging around the adjacent hallway, I slip into the room right before she gets there. I hide myself in the stacks, waiting.
Malishka is humming softly, which makes my heart happy for her. She deserves to feel light and happy after all she’s been through.
She comes close to where I’m waiting, and my arm shoots out, grabbing her and pulling her to me. She tries to scream, but I clamp my hand over her mouth.
I whisper darkly in her ear. “I’ve got you, Malishka.”
She turns in my arms, and my lips descend onto hers. Lightning crackles over my skin, and based on her ragged breathing, she feels it too.
She deepens the kiss, winding her arms around my neck. I groan as her hands go into my hair, my scalp tingling from every touch.
“Ghost, I want you. I'm ready. I forgive you. I love you,” Malishka breathes.
Those words are my undoing. Any thoughts of going slow and sensual leave my brain. I grab the bottom of her shirt, pulling it up. My mouth waters at the sight of her tits covered in the white bra she’s wearing. I suck a nipple into my mouth through the material, and her back arches, urging me on.
I back her up against the bookshelf, ripping her bra away. She cringes for a moment, then moans. I feast on her with my eyes for a minute, then grab her tits, fondling the beautiful, full globes and stroking her nipples.
“G-Ghost,” Malishka stutters.
Her breathing is faster, and goosebumps erupt all over her. She starts to shake, and her knees buckle. She cries out my name, clutching me for dear life.
“Did you just come, baby?” I smirk in satisfaction.
Malishka nods rapidly. “Yeah.”
Just from nipple play alone.
Fuck. This girl is utter perfection.
I reach down to help her out of her sweatpants, and I can smell her arousal before the pants are even off. Once she’s bared to me, I lightly rub my fingers down her slit. She's dripping wet; her thighs are coated with it.
I groan loudly, picking her up. Her legs automatically go around my waist. I reach down with one hand to release my throbbing, needy cock.
I look her deep in the eyes. “Are you ready, Malishka?”
“God, yes!” she cries, hips gyrating.
I line myself up with her entrance and slide all the way inside in one stroke. Balls deep, I hold still for a moment, savoring the feel of her.
She closes her eyes, and I growl, “Keep those greens open. I want to watch you come on my cock.”
Malishka moans so loudly, anyone else in here will hear her. I don’t give any fucks, though.
I pull out almost all the way, then slam back inside her.
She holds my gaze; her limbs trembling.
“Don’t hold back, Ghost. Fuck me with all your power,” Malishka begs.
My restraint completely slips, and I start fucking her hard and fast. I slam into the hot, wet velvet of her, feeling the familiar tingling in my balls. I hold it back with all my willpower, wanting her to come all over me first.
“Come for me, baby. Soak my cock with those juices,” I demand.
