“Oh my god,” she groans as she feels me parting her with the tip.
“Tell me,” I murmur. “Is this how you pictured him?” I press my cock a little harder against her clit, circling slow. “Fucking you from behind so you don’t have to see his face?”
Her hands claw into the sand, and her head drops with a whimper. I press at her entrance, feeling her stretch around my tip.
“Is that what you need?” I growl, pushing in just an inch. “So you can pretend this is still your secret little fantasy?”
She moans, her pussy tightening around me as I slide in another inch.
“You want to pretend? Go ahead, Bunny.” I lean over her, mouth at her ear. “Pretend it’s Ghost’s cock fucking this wet little pussy.”
Then I thrust into her, sliding all the way in with a groan. Her body jolts forward from the force, and she cries out. Fuck, my cock feels so good like this—buried deep inside her tight heat with her ass against my abdomen.
“You like that?” I hiss, hips rocking back slow. “I can fuck you like a stranger if that’s what you want.” I slam back in again. “Make you beg for someone who doesn’t even exist.”
“Harder,” she whines, grinding herself against me.
“Fuck,” I groan, feeling her moving around me. “Harder, huh?” I taunt, driving into her, every thrust dragging her closer to the breaking point.
Her knees sink into the sand, her moans caught between desperation and need, her body matching mine.
My hand slides up her back, along the curve of her spine, and then wraps around the front of her throat—tight and steady.
She gasps as I pull her up, back arching, ass pressed against me, her head falling back against my chest.
“Jace, please har—” she breathes.
I don’t let her finish.
I tighten my grip just a little, enough to show her who’s in control.
I thrust up into her faster, keeping her locked against my chest.
“You wanted him faceless,” I rasp into her ear. “You wanted a screen you could hide behind, a fantasy you could blush about without risking anything real.”
I move my hips—skip a beat, rotate, and move again. The sounds coming out of her are the most erotic thing I’ve ever fucking heard. Not the overly exaggerated ones. No, these are real—breathless, desperate.
“You don’t get to look at me now,” I whisper rough into her ear, releasing her throat to grip her jaw, forcing her head forward.
“You don’t get Jace now.”
She whines as I pound into her, her hands lock onto my forearm, nails digging in.
“You get Ghost,” I whisper. “Exactly what you asked for. No name. No face. Just a dick and a voice.”
I drive into her deeper, harder, grinding at the end with a slow roll of my hips that makes her choke on a cry.
My other hand slides between her legs, and I find her clit. I start rubbing fast circles, applying just the right amount of pressure.
Her legs tremble now, her pussy squeezing around me.
“You’re gonna come for me, baby?” I whisper, voice thick with sin.
I grind into her, continuing to rub tight little circles on her clit.
“Yes!” she whines through my hand squeezing her face.
My fingers move faster, my hips snap harder, and I feel my own orgasm building. I want to spill it all inside her so desperately. But she’s not on the pill yet, and I can’t risk that.
