Page 3 of Ghost
“You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
She smiled without a word and spun around, her hands plastered on the wall.
“You gonna fuck me or not?”
I slapped the other cheek, giving her a matching handprint. She leaned her face against the wall and pushed her ass back against me.
Fuck, she was goddamn perfect.
“I’m gonna fuck you hard and fast, then take you somewhere I can take my time. You’re gonna come so much you’ll be begging me to stop.”
Reaching into my wallet, I pulled out a condom. Tearing it between my teeth, I spat the wrapper on the floor, and holding the tip, I rolled it onto my cock, taking a moment to squeeze at the base.
Stepping up against her, I slid my cockhead against her clit and was rewarded with a whimper as she wiggled, trying to impale herself on me.
“Patience, Princess.”
“You said hard and fast. This isn’t hard and fast, it’s fucking torture. I want to feel that dick deep inside me.”
Her dirty fucking mouth would be the end of me. Giving her what she wanted, I grabbed her hips and drove into her to the hilt in one long stroke.
“Fuck, yes,” she moaned. “Fuck me hard.”
Tightening my hold on her hips, I pulled back and slammed into her again.
“Play with your pussy. I want to feel your fingers on my dick as I slide in and out of you.”
Someone banged on the door, and I shouted, “FUCK OFF!”
Nothing would stop me from emptying my balls deep inside this woman. Burying myself deep, I swung her around, putting her hand on the counter with the sink.
“Hold on, baby.”
With one hand between her legs, fingering her clit, the other hand wrapped around the edge of the sink, I lifted her feet off the floor, before pulling her off my dick and slamming back into her.
She stopped her play and grabbed onto the sink with both hands, her cries loud enough to be heard throughout the bar.
“Come on my dick, Princess. Squeeze my fucking cock.”
Her walls began to flutter, and her muscles tensed. As her pussy grabbed hold of my cock, she screamed out her release, and I fucked into her hard, barely able to pull out with the hold she had on me. Two more strokes and I buried myself deep and roared out my own release.
Setting her feet back on the floor, I leaned my head between her shoulders, panting hard as I tried to catch my breath.
Holy fucking shit.
I didn’t want to pull out of her despite my dick softening and the risk of the condom slipping off. At that moment, the only thing I cared about was staying trapped inside her body.
Fuck the consequences.
She pushed up against the sink, and I had no choice but to pull out. Holding the condom, it was slick with both our releases, and I prayed she was on the pill.
“Jesus Christ, what the hell was that?” she panted, pulling up her jeans and patting down her hair.
“I don’t fucking know, but I’m ready to do it again.”
She smiled as she watched me tuck myself back in. I knew I needed to get back home, but I could take one fucking night to myself.
I watched the indecision spread across her expression. She bit her lip as she thought about her options.
