Total pages in book: 113
Estimated words: 106541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 426(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 106541 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 533(@200wpm)___ 426(@250wpm)___ 355(@300wpm)
“Yes, маленький ягненок,” Ghost hisses between clenched teeth when I splay open my thighs. “Now part those lips like my tongue is begging to do.”
It is pitch black, so I should have no idea what is happening, but Ghost’s shallow pants and the rustles bouncing between us paints everything in glorious detail.
He’s stroking his cock again, but instead of hiding the fact he’s using my body for inspiration, he’s announcing it out loud.
The thought has me forgetting about how invasive it felt having my husband conduct today’s insemination instead of Ghost. He’s done the last four inseminations, but today was different, not solely because it wasn’t done by Ghost but because the vial of semen didn’t get pushed into the mattress.
It was freed inside me.
I was worried that was the reason for Ghost’s lack of appearance today. Even with him turning down my attempt to seduce him, he has eaten with me morning and night for the past seven days.
But on the day my husband takes charge of my insemination, he misses breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
I bet it is screwing with his head that I have another man’s sperm inside me.
It is mine.
Although you wouldn’t know that for how loud I moan when hot spurts of cum jet out of Ghost’s cock. I can’t see a damn thing, but the heat that roars through me is warmer than a fire in winter. It has my thumb rolling over my clit at the same frantic pace Ghost’s hand rubs the still-warm liquid into my neck. He smears his cum from my neck to my pussy and ass. He even goes as far as pushing some inside me with his pointer and middle finger.
His growl shoots rockets of ecstasy through my veins when I spasm from his thumb brushing over my clit. I’m so wound up only the faintest brush will send me toppling over.
“Fuck, маленький ягненок,” Ghost murmurs again, his voice nowhere near as pained as when he first woke me up. “You’re dripping down my fingers like a dirty little slut.” He pumps in and out of me in tempo with my pulse before he places the perfect amount of pressure on my clit.
After the events of the day, it should take a mammoth effort for me to come. I was violated and humiliated, but with only three rotations, I’m arching my back and moaning Ghost’s name into the frigid night air.
“One more,” Ghost demands when my shudders only last thirty seconds.
It was a quick but brutally draining orgasm, so instead of lifting my ass as requested, I shake my head. “I can’t.”
“One. Fucking. More.” He punctuates each word he speaks by hitting my clit with quick-fired flicks of his thumb before he wholly upends any attempts of me denying him again. After whacking on the bedside lamp, he tugs his boxers to his knees, fists his reforming erection, then gives it a long, firm tug. “I want him out of you, Katie. I don’t want him anywhere near you. You are mine.” The possessiveness in his reply squeezes my vaginal walls around his finger and thickens his cock like he didn’t recently achieve release. “Yes, like that. Squeeze him out, then I’ll replace his semen with mine.”
The cum he rubbed into my mid-section already has me smelling like him, but he ups the ante by smearing his pre-cum over my lips.
As I lick my lips, desperate for a taste, I lock my eyes with Ghost’s. The excitement blistering through me dulls a little when I realize how dilated his pupils are. And don’t get me started on how bloodshot his eyes are.
He’s using again.
I’m certain of it.
“How much did you snort?”
Ghost acts as if I didn’t speak. “Raise your ass. Let my fingers in deep.”
“Alek said you were quitting—”
“Alek doesn’t know shit.” He swivels my clit with his thumb, optimistic it will shift my focus off his whispered confession. “He also doesn’t understand my pain.”
My clit will forever beat under his touch, but it is my heart talking now, not my libido. “That stuff isn’t good for you, Ghost. It won’t help you heal.”
“You don’t think I know that?” He yanks his hand away from his cock and drags it under his nose before sinking back to balance his ass on the balls of his feet. He’s still hard, and his fingers are still in my vagina, but his focus is shifting. “I know what’s fucking good for me and what’s not.” It feels like a thousand knives are stabbed into my chest. “You’re not good for me, but you keep drawing me back in, begging for fucking more. Your cunt is so goddamn fucking hungry, you don’t care who gets killed just to get it filled.”
He catches my hand before it gets within an inch of his face, then he uses his painful hold to pin me to the mattress. He wants me scared, but I won’t give him the satisfaction. “Do it. Degrade me and defile me. See if I care.”