His hands gripped my waist and he hoisted me up before slamming me back down to his cock. My eyes bulged behind my helmet, and he gave me no time to breathe as he did it again. He moved me like I was nothing but a toy. Like I wasn’t some broad-hipped, thick-thighed woman with more than enough jiggle to go around. It took my breath away, how he staked me on him. Like I had no choice.
Pffft, like I wanted a choice.
I gave into it. I stopped fighting my moral code. I stopped fighting my mind. I allowed him to use me and move me, his movements growing fierce and possessive. His fingertips curled into my excess. The slopping wet sounds that came from between my legs spread goosebumps throughout my body. I felt my tits bounce out of my top, jiggling for him like some sort of movie with dinner.
I didn’t care in the slightest.
“Goddamn it, Jaz. Just like that. Squeeze that cock.”
“Ghost. Ghost. Please. I don’t know if—if I can?—”
“Oh, you’ve got one more in you, pretty girl,” he snarled as his fingers found their way in between my folds. “Even if I have to pry it from your trembling hands, you’ll give it to me.”
Good fucking God.
The world tilted on its own axis. Ecstasy bled its way through my veins. With each fuck, he became more possessive. His sounds, more animalistic. I felt it building again. That sweetpressure down below that let me know I was about to make another mess.
Something told me he wouldn’t mind.
“Ooooh, there it comes,” he growled.
I had no clue if he was talking about me, or him. I couldn’t even form words. The world sizzled out in white, blinding me as a winding coil started at the base of my spine. It weaved its way up my vertebra, shivering me and collapsing my walls around his intrusion. And the second it wound up between my shoulder blades, his words were my undoing.
“I’ll never let you out of my fucking sight again,” he growled. “Now, come for me, my beautiful little firefly.”
And I snapped.
“Ghoooooooost!” I cried out.
Gallons. It felt like gallons poured out of me. The squelching sounds increased while his snarls filled my ears. Long gone were thoughts of Amanda and Wrecker. I only imagined what they thought of us right now. Surely they heard us. It didn’t matter, though. None of it did. Not with what he was chanting.
“Mine. Mine. Mine. Goddamn it, Jaz, mark me. Give it to me. All of it.”
I heard it splatter to the ground before my body finally gave way. I collapsed, and his arms wrapped quickly around me before pulling me close to his body. My legs were limp around him as they straddled his girth. I felt him pulsing deep inside of me, my cervix crying out for mercy while the rest of my body sang with glee.
I had no idea how much time passed before I finally found my voice. But when I did…
“Firefly?” I croaked out.
He chuckled softly as he shifted a bit on his bike, his intrusion still staked within me. “Yeah.”
I yawned. “Why ‘little firefly’?”
His helmet touched against mine. “Because you look beautiful in the moonlight.”
And I knew at that moment, I was a goner for this man.
One little nickname at a time.
23
JASMINE
The whirlwind weekend was done, and technically, I should have headed back to work. Back to the grind for another weekend of being paid way too much money for what the firm really wanted me to do. Despite the fact that I was always bogged down with things to do, it wasn’t as if my job was hard.
But instead, I found my eyes fluttering open while in his bed.
Instead, I found myself staring at the wood paneling on the walls of the clubhouse, reminding me of the insanity I found myself in.
