“Hold still or I’ll stop.”
I hold still, letting him fuck me as promised, hard and fast and almost primitive in his pounding. He moves the hand on my clit to grip my hair and pull my head back, baring my throat to his mouth. Latching on to the artery that throbs in my neck, he sucks hard.
“You shouldn’t have come here.”
I don’t have time to analyze the words. His thrusts become harder, more frenzied, and without his hand at my pussy, he bangs me into the sink. I move my own hand to protect my flesh, and he growls, slaps it back to the side of the sink with his free hand, then cups me himself, his fingers cradling and digging into my folds.
“You want me to make you come, little ghost?” He pulls my hair harder, and sparks zing across my vision.
Little ghost.The words tremble across my consciousness but I squeeze my eyes shut tight and ignore them. I don’t answer, but instead try to grind against the heel of his hand, situated right where I need it most…
He laughs, deep and dark next to my ear. “Ah-ah-ah.” He controls me easily with the grip on my hair and pussy, and with my limited range of movement… I know more clearly than ever I’m entirely at his mercy…my pleasure at his whim.
The thought makes me whimper.
“What was that?”
“I want to come.”
“You wanna come?”
“No.” I moan. “I need to come.”
“You need it, huh?”
He begins to fuck into me slower and with deliberation, dragging his dick in and out in leisurely fashion … I can feel his eyes on our dim outlines in the mirror as he pumps slowly back and forth.
It’s infuriating. Enthralling. I need more.
“Make me fucking come,” I grit out. “…now, damn you.”
His breath soughs out, and he releases my hair to return his hand to my hip. And then he fucks me hard and fast, his other hand working my clit, until I cry out a keening sound of completion. Outside the door, there’s a burst of laughter.
He follows suit a moment later, hands applying bruising force to my hips. His forehead drops to the skin of my upper back, where he noses along my flesh as though committing my scent to memory.
He withdraws slowly, my pussy clenching as though to hold him within me, then releases me and straightens. Behind me, I hear the rattle of his belt as he fastens his jeans.
Then he unlocks the door and opens it. He’s silhouetted briefly in the shaft of light that floods in… then darkness smothers me once again as he closes the door carefully behind him with a soft click.
Gone.
I shake my head to clear it and reach over to feel along the wall until I find the light switch and flip it on, blinking at the brightness. I lock the door again and stare at my reflection in the mirror.
I’m a wreck.
Panties around my ankles, hair a halo of JBF paradise around my head, boobs pressed up by the underwire scooped beneath them…sweaty and defiled with cum leaking down my thigh.
“Jesus H.”
I grimace, then smile reluctantly as I begin to straighten myself out.
Tomorrow I return to the search for my parents’ killer. Tonight…I got laid.
And God help me, but I really want more.
Reva—
You can call me Ash. And you’re right. I am. Late, I mean.
