“Playing,” he told her honestly. He wiped his fingers on the mattress. Lining his cock up between her cheeks, he thrust upwards. She tensed, as if waiting for the pain of penetration, and relaxed when she realized it wasn’t coming. Ghost petted her cheek to soothe her further. “I’ll fuck your asshole one day,Rebel, but not before you’re ready.” He moved his cock between the heat of her cheeks again, “But that doesn’t mean I can’t still fuck the hell out of it. I’ve been dying to play with your ass since you first sat on me.”
Becks moaned, bringing her ass up even higher for him. “I remember…”
He laughed low. He bet she did, because she also nearly destroyed their future descendants when she did so. Using his hands, he pressed her cheeks together, increasing the vise around his dick.
“Oh God…” Her voice sounded less like a prayer than it did a plea.
Ghost moaned in return. “That’s it, baby. Feel all of me. I’m too big to fit all the way in your mouth.” Not until they trained her throat to take him, that is. “I doubt I’ll fit all the way inside your tight pussy today either. But your ass? This fucking, perfect ass, it can take me. From tip,” he nearly pulled all the way out of the grip her cheeks provided him, “to balls.” He thrust inside. Her back arched even more, though he had other plans in mind. He was after his pleasure—but also hers. “Spread your legs wider, baby. Bring your pussy as far down to the mattress as you can.”
He didn’t stop his thrusts as he opened, widening her bent legs like a frog. Letting go of one cheek, Ghost grabbed up his razor-less razor. He positioned it just before the apex of her legs, flipped it on, and then jammed it up between the mattress and her clit.
“Oh my God! Ghost!” Becks shouted.
Before she could jump or shift away from the surprising sensation, Ghost threw himself down on top of her. The makeshift vibrator buzzed between her legs, trapped by both their weights. Ghost pressed his hands down onto her back, his thighs braced beneath her own. Slowly, her hips started to move.
Ghost smiled, so fucking proud of his girl. “That’s it, baby. Ride my razor while I ride you.” He renewed his thrusts with vigor. “You’re so fucking sexy, Rebel. I don’t even have the words. ‘Perfect’ and ‘incredible’ don’t seem enough.”
He saw her hands move over her head as she gripped that thin piece of wood where he’d attached her wrists. It groaned beneath her tight clutch. As her hips moved, he synced his own movements so he met her thrust for thrust. Their bodies slapped together, fire and heat searing them alive.
“Ghost! Oh, God! I’m going to come! I’m going to…” Her voice trailed off in a moan.
“You’ll never need to seek permission with me,” he told her, on the verge himself. “Come, baby. It’s my life’s mission to give you as many orgasms as you can handle, and then some. Don’t ever hold back for me.”
Becks screamed, ducking her head to hide her face in the pillows. Ghost bolted forward, grabbed her hair, and wrenched her neck backwards.
“And don’teverhide your noises from me.” His voice was low, almost menacing. “Let them hear you for miles around, knowing thatIwas the cause.”
Her body convulsed beneath his. Ghost had to stop thrusting, so he didn’t follow her over the edge. He was right there, and it wouldn’t take much. The knowledge that he was causing her pleasure was heady, causing his balls to draw up and the pressure at the base of his spine to increase. He barely held off, gripping the edge by weak fingertips.
Becks practically bleated beneath him, her breaths and cries of pleasure ragged. Sweat coated her skin. She trembled violently, the vibrations from the electric razor still shaking the bed. Ghost took a moment to catch his own breath before he got up on his knees. Lube on the outside and inside of her ass cheeks shined in the sunlight.
His razor had three different settings, and he hadn’t been paying much attention to which he’d turned it on, wanting to keep the element of surprise. He probably should feel guilty that he’d put it on the highest speed, but he didn’t. Not when it had created such fantastic results.
Ghost lowered the toggle down to the lowest setting, but left it between her legs as he got up. Eyes closed, her body jolted as he stepped away from the bed. Having no desire to leave her whatsoever, Ghost hurried into the bathroom, where he quickly wiped his cock down with a soapy washcloth as the hot water poured over another cloth in the sink. He wanted to breed her, not give her a UTI.
Grabbing the other cloth, he walked back out into the bedroom. Becks was a little more aware now. Raising her head, he saw tears running down her cheeks. Alarmed, he was about to stop and check on her when she pleaded, “Please! Ghost, God, fuck me.Please!I need you.”
Because he couldn’t help it, he quipped, “As you wish.”
Her eyes became narrow slits as she glared at him. Chuckling at his little joke, Ghost removed the razor from between her legs and made quick work of wiping her down. A quick tug ripped the tattered dress at her right ankle. Crawling over her, he did the same to the headboard.
Flipping her over, the pieces of her dress still tied around each wrist and ankle, Ghost claimed her lips. As he sank inside her for the first time, he knew he’d finally found his missing piece. It wasn’t the lack of family or a history; it was her. It always had been.
He was finally home.
CHAPTER 10
The knocking on the door roused them. Every nerve in her body still felt electrified, like she’d stuck her finger in a socket and was suffering the aftereffects. Ghost kissed her shoulder before getting out of the bed. It was a small action, but just one other way that he differed from the other men she’d been with. And what was the saying about the little things mattering more? Whatever it was, it was right.
Ghost hadn’t just fucked her within an inch of her life, puffed on a cigarette, and then called it a night. He’d cleaned her up, removed her bindings and checked her over for irritation, took off her heels, lifted her under the covers, and then held her close as he whispered praises in her ear.
It wasincredible, and yet even that didn’t seem a sufficient word to describe how she was feeling.
Becks was reluctant to sit up, but the voices from the door reminded her about the food Ghost had ordered when they’d checked in. She kept the sheet tight to her chest, though she didn’t have a clear view of the door. Ghost was instructing whoever was out there that they were not allowed inside the room, which she appreciated. She hoped he’d at least put pantson. A quick glance at the floor confirmed that his jeans were missing.
Ghost thanked the server and closed the door.
Becks’ nostrils flared, and she started salivating. “Mm, is that steak?”
