Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 38381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 192(@200wpm)___ 154(@250wpm)___ 128(@300wpm)
“That thing will not be sturdy enough for what I am going to do to you, Tiger.”
My eyebrows lift in equal parts of surprise and yearning. “It’s not?” Heaven help me, even I can hear the begging tone of my words.
“Get down on your hands and knees,” he orders. I blink, surprise running through me. It appears Ghost is not one for small talk. “Second thoughts?” he challenges when I’m too shocked to move.
I shake my head no, and immediately drop onto the floor, thanking the Big Guy Upstairs that this ugly shag green carpeting is soft and also clean, because I scrubbed it thoroughly when I moved in. Ghost towers over me, walking around my body, kicking our clothes out of the way. I look over my shoulder as he gets down behind me. His rough, calloused hand slides against my back, and it’s all I can do to keep from purring in appreciation.
Jesus, what is wrong with me?
However, a small mewl of pleasure slips out when I feel his hand brush against the cheeks of my ass. His fingers dive between them as he teases me. I don’t even realize—until it’s too late to stop it—how I thrust up, silently begging for more. I crane my neck, trying to see what he’s doing behind me. His lips graze over my flesh and my eyes close at how good it feels.
“Yes,” I breathe out, practically holding my breath, waiting for more. My body jolts when I feel his hands wrap around my thighs. I look back to see what he’s doing and I’m shocked when I only see his legs. “Ghost?” His name comes out with a yelp as he lifts me, stretching my feet to make way for his shoulders, situating me so that I’m straddling his face.
My muscles tense as his tongue slides against the lips of my pussy. I know they’re drenched, but I feel no embarrassment. Instead, when I feel him spread my lips apart, I groan in satisfaction. His tongue darts inside my folds, and I’m lost. I press down against his hold and grind against his face. He hums, holding me tighter, capturing my clit and sucking it into his mouth. Crying out, I ride his face harder. Briefly, I worry I might suffocate him, but it feels too good to stop. His fingers bite into my ass cheeks as he helps me grind against his face. As I rock back and forth against his face, my breasts gently rake against the carpeting, teasing my nipples. I’m so wet. I can’t remember ever being this wet before in my life.
“Ghost,” I moan. I’m going to come. I can feel it building and there’s no way I can slow this down. It’s too soon. I’m not ready for it to end, but there’s nothing I can do to stop it. “I’m going to come.” I’m riding him harder and harder. Everything around me disappears except the sounds of sex and the feel of his hands on my ass and his lips and tongue working me. When his fingers slide between my cheeks and push against the small hole of my ass. I lose it. My orgasm rips through me. I continue to ride against him—although not as intensely. Ghost holds onto me through it all, rocking my body back and forth when I no longer have the energy to. When we finally were still, I feel him lift my thighs. He somehow maneuvers out from under me before gently lowering me back down. Curling up on the carpet, I feel completely satiated and relaxed. I wonder if Ghost is getting up to leave, but I can’t find it in me to care. I’ll seek him out tomorrow. I deserve a night off. I hear a noise above me and imagine he’s getting dressed. That’s enough to make me sit up. After all, that’s a show no woman with half a brain would miss. When I do, I’m shocked to find he’s not getting dressed at all. He’s pulling the bed out. The sheet is already on it. When I left this morning, I just stuffed it all in there. I’m glad about that now.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Want to look at you while you take my cock. Plan on wearing you out. Let you nap. Do it again.”
I grin at his short sentences. Ghost might be a man of little words, but boy do I like the ones he uses. “Sounds like a plan,” I agree, standing up and ignoring the way my legs tremble. An orgasm from the man in front of me packs a punch. I lay down on the bed and he lets out a rusty laugh at how eager I am.
“Got rubbers?” he asks.
“Bathroom,” I answer. He nods, taking off toward the only door in the place. “Bottom sink drawer,” I call out, and I’m pretty sure I hear him grunt in response. He comes back carrying the entire brand-new box of two-hundred-and-fifty condoms. “Couldn’t you have just grabbed a few? I ask, eyebrow raised slightly.