Page 23 of Love is Blind
“That depends on you,” I return, circling my legs around his hips. “If you don’t make me come, I’m gonna do it myself.”
“Like hell you are.”
“Then give it to me, Ghost.”
He takes my hands and slams them against the mattress again. Then without another word, he thrusts his thick cock inside my wet pussy so hard that my entire body jolts and the top of my head hits the headboard.
“Rough enough for you?” he growls.
A normal woman would say yes, but normal was never my strong suit.
Sweat drips from my brow as I struggle to keep my hands raised above my head.
“That all you got?” I taunt.
Releasing my hands, he grabs my hips and presses me deeper into the mattress. He pistons his hips and sends his cock even deeper. He wasn’t kidding when he said he might break me.
“More,” I cry.
Fuck me.
Shatter me into a million pieces.
Just don’t stop.
“Please.”
His hands circle the backs of my thighs and his fingers dig into my flesh as he moves, driving his cock deeper and deeper.
The sound of our bodies slapping together fills my ears, but it’s not enough. For the first time, something is missing, and I realize I’d give anything to be able to see him right now. I’d give the first fourteen years of my life, every day I was able to see, just for one glimpse of Ghost.
“Color,” he grunts.
The single word jolts me, but I’m not sure what he means. I don’t have much of a chance to think about it either because he lowers a hand between us and flattens his thumb against my clit. His pace quickens and my pussy starts to spasm and ripple with every stroke.
“I can’t…Ghost…I’m going to come.”
“Go, baby,” he growls against my neck. “Soar. Color my world.”
The orgasm rips through me and my body takes flight. I wind my arms around his neck and hold on for dear life as he continues to thrust his cock deeper.
Harder.
Faster.
His breath ragged against my neck.
My name a prayer on his lips.
He pulls out and a roar sounds from the back of his throat. It takes every ounce of energy to hold onto him. To keep my arms around his neck and pull him back to me.
Then I feel it.
Jets of his hot come spraying across my stomach.
I drop my arms from his neck and arch my back.
My body a canvas for him to paint.
