“Kiss me,” she demanded, needing his taste in her mouth and refreshing his scent in her nose.
He moved like he was fulfilling his sole purpose in life, crawling between her splayed legs and draping himself over her. His body heat was like a weighted blanket, soothing and reassuring, but his kiss was like a firework, breathtaking and unpredictable. His hard groin pressed down on hers, pushing the silent vibrator even deeper inside her. She loved his confidence. It had been hot as fuck watching him lick the dildo, and she suddenly understood heterosexual people’s fascination with gay porn and novels. Becausewow. There was nothing emasculating about the act. In fact, his lack of hesitation had made it one of the most masculine acts she’d ever witnessed, which had her lizard brain lighting up like the Fourth of July and her ovaries waving white flags.
Ghost shifted his hips, rubbing his erection between their stomachs and pumping the dildo inside her. Between that and his kiss, Becks was an inferno of desire and need. Her fingernails dug into his back as her own hips rose to meet his. The spreader bar did not prevent her from getting leverage under her feet, only forced them to keep their wide position.
Ghost brought his lips to her jawline, nibbling and licking and sucking a path down her neck. Becks whimpered at the loss, but loved the attention his mouth was giving to other parts of her body. He eventually crawled backwards enough to sit on his haunches between her legs. Putting one hand on her knee and the other on the bar between her ankles, he studied her open body like she was an offering and he was her god.
“The things I want to do to you,” he mused almost absently. “There’s not enough minutes in this lifetime for me to worship you as you deserve, Rebel. But I damn well am looking forward to trying.” He ran his hand down the inside of her thigh to where the end of the vibrator protruded from her center. Becks had amoment to realize his intentions before he turned the spinning controller—but he didn’t just turn it on. No, he turned itallthe way up.
Becks let out a shout as the intense rapid pulsing filled her entire body again. She barely even registered when he took hold of her wrist and brought her hand back down between her legs to the end of the vibrating dildo. He guided her in first pressing the thick silicone inside her more before pulling it out, and then pushing it right back in. Once Becks was moving her hand on her own, Ghost shifted up the bed to lay down beside her. She vaguely thought the move was odd, expecting him to remain where he’d been so he could watch her fuck herself, but then he placed his fingers over her clit. The dual sensation of his ministrations and the intense penetration vibrating between her legs had her hips gyrating and an orgasm fast approaching.
“That’s it, Rebel. Fuck that dildo.” When she turned her face on her pillow towards him, he shook his head and used his free hand to point to the camera. “Look there. I want to be able to look back at this so I can memorialize what you look like when you come.”
It made sense now, why he’d moved. Becks’ pleasure rose higher and higher, feeling his hot breath on her skin, the roughness of his fingers on her sensitive clit, and the pulsing power of the vibrator. It was too much, and she spiraled, crying out as she came.
But he did not stop. Even when her walls ceased seizing and her entire being seemed focused on that bundle of nerves between her thighs, Ghost continued, taking over pumping the fake cock into her when her hand fell away.
“Oh God! It’s too much!”
Ghost shook his head. “It’s not.” He ground the heel of his hand into her clit, shooting stars through her vision. “Give me another, baby. You can do it.”
It felt too good, too real. Her hips shifted as if they had a mind of their own. “I can’t… I can’t…” Yet, she did not tell him to stop. That word never even attempted to cross her lips.
Ghost sat up, his hand never leaving the base of the dildo. “You can and you will. Open your lips, Rebel.” Becks obeyed, needing to give him everything he wanted. “Such a good girl.Mygood girl. Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are right now? Now you’re going to give me another orgasm before I fuck a baby into you. And you’re going to do it while you suckmycock.”
Becks’ eyes widened, but she made no move to close her mouth. She had no idea how the mechanics of what he was suggesting was about to work, yet she trusted him completely. There was no doubt in her mind that he would get what he desired from her, and it would be the sweetest, most torturous pleasure she’d ever endured.
Ghost moved the pillow out from under her head and shifted himself over her, placing his knees by her ears. Becks’ heart hammered with nerves and arousal in her chest, his hard, massive cock hovering over her face. Wanting to drive him as crazy as he was driving her, Becks craned her neck and licked the tip.
He hissed over her. “Fucking hell, Rebel.” Becks grinned, enjoying his shock. It was like she was taking back the reins, even if only a little bit.
Ghost leaned forward over her as he lowered himself into her welcoming mouth. She felt his mouth on her clit a second later, as he renewed sliding the dildo in and out of her pussy. Becks groaned around his dick, sucking as his hardness thrust in and out of her. She nearly forgot her hands were free, momentarily thinking them as bound as her ankles. When she recalled they weren’t, she raised her hands to the back of his strong thighs,feeling the coarse hair against her palms, and used his legs as leverage.
He moaned, sucking on her clit like she was his last meal. She wasn’t going to last much longer, and knew he’d soon have his wish of making her come again. Becks wanted nothing more than to make her husband come with her, but that would defeat the purpose of him fucking a baby into her.
Becks had always wanted to be a mom, even before she knew what sex was. Her goal had always been to get married and have a family right away. But a breeding kink? She certainly had never seen that coming. The way her body reacted to this man, it would be a miracle if she didn’t spend the next decade of her life pregnant. And why, oh why, was she okay with that?
There was a franticness to how Ghost pumped his hips, the hard velvet of his erection straining against her tongue. She sucked and swallowed with an uncontrollable need, as if her body would take his seed any way she could get it. Her own movements were frenzied.
Some sense filled her that he was about to come when Ghost suddenly wrenched his cock from her mouth. Becks spluttered, coughing slightly at the unexpected movement. Ghost did not go far, never stopping his own attentions on her pussy and clit. His knees moved to the other side of her shoulders, settling his weight over her chest. Becks threw her head back, her hips bucking. She cried out as wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure wracked her.
“Ghost!” she shouted, her inner walls spasming around the vibrating silicone. “Oh God, please! Please!” Becks didn’t even know what it was she was begging for—but he seemed to.
The vibrator turned off a second before it was torn from her body. Her pussy practically cried out in protest at the sudden absence. She heard a thump from somewhere else in the room, but didn’t have a chance to figure out what it was before hisweight left her body. As hot and aroused as she was, the absence of him left her cold and empty.
An entirely different cry was wrenched from her lungs as she felt herself being yanked down by the bar between her ankles. His pillow slid haphazardly under her back. Her ass stopped at the very edge of the bed, her feet held straight up in the air by his hand on the spreader bar.
His other hand guided his cock to her gaping, needy pussy, and in one swift motion, he pressed all the way inside.
It was like a jolt of electricity ran through Becks, connecting them, driving them. His eyes were so intense, filled with pure need. Their skin slapped together as he moved, not even giving her the time to adjust. It stung so sweet.
“Becks…” He fell forward, sliding under the bar and looping his elbows under her knees. He bent her in two as he came down on top of her, her cuffed ankles spreading her so wide that he was hitting all the right places with each powerful thrust.
“Yes,” she answered, though he technically hadn’t asked anything. She wrapped her arms around him, pulling him down.
He hissed, and she realized that her nails were practically clawing his back open. But when she went to stop, he bit her earlobe. “Do it again,” he growled. “Never stop marking me, baby. Never stop letting the world know I’m yours.”
Something snapped inside her, something primal and needy. Ghost loved to remind her how much she was his, and while he’d said pretty words before about him being her humble servant, it was never in the throes of passion. Not like this.
