As much as he was enjoying her enthusiasm, and humor, Ghost’s need for control reared, and he threaded his fingers through her now-loose brunette locks. His hips shot forward, catching her off guard. He didn’t push so hard that it made his cock hit the back of her throat or cut off her air supply. Just enough to get her attention, enough to remind her thathewas in charge. Her eyes lit up with excitement and surprise.
Yeah, she liked it rough. Good, because he had no intention of holding back.
Becks widened her mouth, guarding her teeth, and relaxed her jaw. “Fucking incredible,” he praised, and took note of how her breath hitched. He’d give her all the praise she desired, there was no doubt about that. “Never seen a sight so perfect as you on your knees with my cock between your lips.” His other hand brushed down her rosy cheek. “Use that tongue, baby. Show me how eager you are to suck me.”
She hummed, sending vibrations down his dick that feltfartoo good for having only just gotten into her hot, wet mouth. Ghost pressed his hips forward as she used her tongue.
“That’s it, Rebel. God, you’re so perfect for me. Look at you, worshiping your husband’s cock. I love seeing you on your knees, your hair wrapped around my fist. You want to know how many licks it will take to get to my center? You don’t have to, baby. You’re already there. After two fucking days, you’re so much a part of me that I don’t know who I am anymore without you.”
He watched her reactions, taking in her responses to his dirty talk versus the more romantic talk. They hadn’t talked, well, really about anything. He didn’t know if she liked even dirtier talk, didn’t know her opinions of words like ‘slut’ and ‘whore’. He’d never use them as a derogatory word or in anger, but in the heat of the moment, they could be as arousing as a loving endearment. Her eyes practically sparkled at his sweeter words, but at his cruder ones, they lit up like fireworks. While he didn’t think she’d be against it, he held back until they could have those discussions.
His balls started to tighten. This wasn’t a clean, slow blowjob. Saliva dripped down her chin, coating those succulent, red lips with a sheen. Becks took everything he gave her, and then some.
“Christ, baby, I could live inside your mouth.” His toes curled into the tightly-woven carpet beneath his feet. “I want to paint your face with my cum, mark you as mine. But I won’t. Not until my ring is on your finger and my cut is on your back.” He picked up his pace as she loosened her jaw even more, the two complimenting each other flawlessly. “I want to do more than just paint your gorgeous face, baby. I want to give you a pearl necklace after fucking your tits.” Wet sounds filled the room. Becks flattened her tongue, barely providing suction now as heused his hand in her hair to guide her movements. “I want to explore every inch of your?—”
Becks gagged. Ghost removed his hand from her hair and immediately stepped back out of her mouth as she started coughing. “Shit, baby. I’m sorry. I got carried away.” He’d gotten too lost in the moment and the fantasy, accidentally hitting the back of her throat.
Becks, though, waved him off. “No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin the moment.” Her voice was rough. As if realizing just how much saliva was dripping down her face, Becks quickly tried to wipe it away. Her cheeks burned as if she was embarrassed.
Catching her wrist, Ghost stopped her hand by her mouth. He squatted down in front of her as she looked at him in surprised confusion. “Baby, you gagging on my dick was fuckinghot, and ruinednothing. You, however, thinking you’re a mess and looking embarrassed about it…? Yeah, I have a problem with that.”
Becks’ confusion didn’t lighten. “I’m not… I mean, I didn’t mean to be. Like you said, I got lost in the moment too.”
Which didn’t alleviate anything. Ghost frowned slightly. “Sex is messy, Rebel. It’ssupposedto be. Fuck, give me a sloppy-wet blowjob any day over something boring and neat. Why do you look like you think I’ll be upset by seeing your makeup unkempt? Did you not just hear how I want to douse your face in my cum?”
There was a flash of heat in her eyes at those words. “I just… I didn’t want you thinking I was a slob.”
Ghost chuckled. “It was fucking hot. I plan on making you messier.” He loosened his grip on her wrist. “A lotmessier. I want your hair tangled in knots and your skin blotchy with my marks. I want to see you so sated that you can barely breathe and so thoroughly fucked that you feel the imprint of my cock inside you.”
Becks’ entire body seemed to glow at his declaration. “I want that, too,” she professed, breathless. “I want that so badly, Ghost. I’m tired of boring.”
“Have you ever shot a gun before?”
At the whiplash question, Becks’ blinked and her gaze flicked to the gun he’d placed on the dresser earlier. “No…”
“Well, you’re getting lessons as soon as we get home. And if sex ever does become boring between us, I want you to use it on me and put me out of my misery.” He cupped her chin. “Fast, slow, quick, or all night long, Rebel, it won’t beboring.”
Becks laughed, a little harder than he expected. “Sorry,” she cleared her throat, trying to stop. “My mom used to tell my dad that he might be her first love, but she couldn’t guarantee he wouldn’t be her first murder either.”
Ghost cracked a smile. “That’s what I want, baby. Get mad at me, tell me when I’m being an ass…but do it while loving me.” Her lips parted slightly at the word. “Don’t say it,” he told her. “I don’t want to hear those words until you truly mean them, baby. It’s enough to know we’re working towards being able to say them. As long as you’re here, with me, it’s enough.”
She nodded, her tits rising and falling under her corset with her heavy breaths. “I am, Ghost. Really, and I agree. We don’t say it until we mean it.” She wrapped her hand around his arm, turning her face to kiss his wrist. “I want you to take me, Ghost. Fuck me, make love to me, whatever you want to call it. But do it so thoroughly that there’s no question who I belong to.”
A growl rumbled from his soul. “That’s a tall order. Are you sure you’re ready for that?”
“God, yes,” she hastily breathed out. “Please. Show me what it means to be with my husband.”
Fucking hell, she had go to and use those words. Here he was trying to be respectful, and she had to go and saythat. It was official: he was going to hell.
He didn’t question her decision, didn’t verify that she knew what she wanted. His heart hammered in his chest at the open invitation he’d just received. He hadn’t lied to her earlier; he wasn’t a Dom. But that didn’t mean he wasn’t pushy, controlling, and rough. He liked kinky sex, and Becks was about to get just atasteof what he could offer her. ‘Boring’ would not be a word that would ever cross her lips again.
Reaching to the sides of him, Ghost picked up the shredded tatters of what had once been her wedding dress. She watched in silence as he used his knife to cut jagged strips of satin, or whatever the silky material was.
“Wrists,” he ordered as he stood.
Becks raised her hands in front of her. She wasn’t shaking or showing any signs of nerves. Just pure excitement. It was intoxicating.
Ghost worked the makeshift rope around her wrists. “No safe word. Just tell me to stop, and I will.”
