Page 34 of Ghost
“Mmmhmm… Morning, Bunny. How are you feeling this morning?” he asks, kissing the back of my neck. I stretch, giving him more room, wanting his lips on me.
“Achy. Think you can take care of that for me, Muffin?” I ask with a smirk as he chuckles before biting my neck and then flipping me onto my stomach.
“I think I can handle that, baby girl,” he says with a mischievous grin, his hands gliding up my stomach and pulling me onto all fours. He tugs my panties down to my knees, leaving them on but out of the way. His hand rests on the small of my back, pressing my chest into the soft sheets. Without hesitation, I surrender myself to his touch.
“Fuck, never had a feast like this before,” he groans before burying his face between my legs and devouring me entirely.
The sensation is overwhelming as his tongue delves deep inside me, his beard brushing against my clit just right. I can't hold back a loud moan, nearly screaming in pleasure. My body moves instinctively, riding his face. All I want is to feel his beard grazing my most sensitive areas and scratching against my skin.
His strong hands grip my thighs, pulling me even closer as he devours me with increasing fervor. Waves of pleasure course through my body, building to a crescendo. Just when I think I can't take anymore, he slides two fingers inside me, curling them to hit that perfect spot.
"Oh lordy, yes!" I cry out, my fingers twisting in the sheets.
He hums against me, the vibrations sending sparks through my core. My thighs tremble as I teeter on the edge of ecstasy. With a few more expert flicks of his tongue, I come undone, crying out his name as my orgasm washes over me.
But he doesn't stop, drawing out my pleasure until I'm gasping and oversensitive. Only then does he pull away, planting kisses up my spine as he moves to cover my body with his own.
"That was just the appetizer, baby girl," he growls in my ear. "I'm nowhere near done with you yet."
I shiver with anticipation, my body still tingling from the intense orgasm. His hot breath on my neck sends goosebumps racing across my skin. I can feel the hard length of him pressing against my backside, and I instinctively arch into him, craving more.
"Please, Daddy," I whimper, not even sure what I'm begging for.
His low chuckle rumbles through me as his hand snakes around to cup my breast, thumb brushing over my nipple. "So eager," he murmurs. "But Daddy wants to savor every inch of his little girl."
His lips trail along my shoulder, teeth grazing my skin. I gasp as he suddenly flips me onto my back, hovering over me with hunger in his eyes. He takes in the sight of me, flushed and panting beneath him.
"God, you're beautiful," he breathes before capturing my lips in a searing kiss.
I moan into his mouth, tasting myself on his tongue. My hands roam over his muscled back, nails digging in as he grinds against me. The friction is delicious, but not enough. I need him inside me.
"Please," I whimper into his mouth, my hips bucking against his, seeking more friction. His grip on my hips tightens, restraining me without much effort. The dominance in his touch sends a shiver down my spine.
"Patience, baby girl," he smirks, though the strain in his voice betrays his own mounting desires. Slowly, so achingly slow, he slides his hard length along my wet folds, teasing both of us mercilessly.
I arch my back, trying to entice him further. "I can't take it anymore," I moan. The anticipation is practically killing me now. His smirk only widens at my admission of neediness.
"I know you can't," he says, nipping at my earlobe before sucking it gently. His other hand leaves my hip and abruptly slips down between my legs, finding my throbbing bundle of nerves. My breath catches in my throat as his fingers circle lazily over it, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through me once more.
"Oh God," I gasp, my hips jerking involuntarily against his hand. The dual sensations of his fingers on my clit and his cock sliding against my entrance are driving me wild with need.
He chuckles darkly, clearly enjoying the effect he's having on me. "Tell me what you want, baby girl," he commands, his voice husky with desire.
"You," I pant. "I want you inside me. Please, Daddy."
His eyes flash with lust at my words. In one swift motion, he positions himself at my entrance and thrusts deep inside me. We both cry out at the sensation - me from the delicious fullness, him from the tight heat enveloping him.
"Fuck, you feel amazing," he groans, stilling for a moment to savor the feeling.
I wrap my legs around his waist, urging him deeper. "Move," I beg. "Please."
He doesn't need to be told twice. He starts a steady rhythm, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through my body. His fingers find my clit again, rubbing tight circles as he pounds into me.
The room fills with the sounds of our moans and the slap of skin on skin. I can feel myself building towards another orgasm, each thrust bringing me closer to the edge.
"That's it, baby girl," he growls, his pace quickening. "Let go for me. I want to feel you come around my cock."
His words send a jolt of electricity through me. I'm so close, teetering right on the brink of ecstasy. He must sense it because he redoubles his efforts, pounding into me relentlessly while his fingers work magic on my clit.