Page 28 of Adored by the Grumpy Ghost (Mapletown Monster Mates #1)
Winston
N atalie rises from her nap after two hours, my arms never loosening from around her body. This sleep seemed more peaceful for her, which I’m thankful for, following such a somber admission. I considered prodding her for more information.
Did Kyle pressure you a third time?
Did he care for you properly after what you endured?
Was he the one to end the relationship, or was it you?
Ultimately, I already know the answers to these questions will disappoint and enrage me, and Natalie doesn’t deserve to witness that side of me. She needs the level of care she’s been starved of, and I intend to gorge her on it.
We go downstairs at Natalie’s request, for a change of scenery, and snuggle up on the couch beneath one of her many pastel-colored throw blankets.
Amid the dark wood and mostly black and crimson furniture, she has injected these jarring pops of brightness around the house.
It’s nice. If it were anyone else, I would be irritated.
But this is Natalie. My Natalie. She can do whatever she wants, and I’ll find it charming.
“Oh! Vyla told me Mapletown has its own Wi-Fi network. It’s free for the entire town, and she gave me the password.”
I watch as she looks between her phone and the TV remote, pressing several buttons and inputting letters. She cheers when a bum-buhhhh emanates from the TV as the screen turns red.
“We have Netflix!”
I don’t understand the significance of this, but I refuse to be the asshole who takes the wind out of her sails. “Oh, yes. Finally.”
She puts on a show about people who seem to be in a colorful state of purgatory, where they are unable to curse and are urged to apply morality to each choice they make in order to reach a version of heaven by a slightly different name.
I pay attention to a certain degree, but it’s difficult with the sweet scent of Natalie’s skin filling my lungs.
She giggles whenever my nose brushes against her neck or her scalp, but I can’t stay away. “You smell so fucking good.”
It’s early afternoon when I press my palm against her forehead, encouraged by the subtle warmth of it, compared to the fire I felt this morning. When I take her temperature, Natalie squeals with glee when she sees it’s 97.9.
She becomes a blur as she knocks the thermometer out of my hands, pushes me down onto the couch and climbs into my lap. I barely register what’s happening until the soft tip of her tongue swipes against my lips.
“Slow down, sweetheart.”
“No.” Her voice is firm as her hips roll, my cock hardening quicker than my heart is beating.
“I’m better. My temperature is proof.” She kisses me hard, and I can feel the hunger that’s been building inside of her since we first touched those many days ago.
It mirrors my own. I’ve been desperate to fuck her since long before that first kiss, but now that I know how she feels, how her pussy tastes, I need more.
I need all of her. My concern still lies in her state of health, however.
Before she came down with the flu, or whatever it was, she was overworked and exhausted.
I also know that once I experience the euphoria of her cunt squeezing me until I come inside her, I may never be able to stop.
“Are you sure?” I ask, looking around the living room.
There are no lit candles, daylight streams through the windows, and the only sound that fills the room is the banter between a demon named Michael and his tiny human friend, Eleanor, on the TV.
There’s nothing romantic about this setting.
I go to push her off my lap so I can pull her upstairs, but the worry in her gaze makes me pause.
“Oh,” she says as her face falls, “I’m sorry. I must’ve misread things.” She looks around the room, as if desperate to avoid my gaze.
I’m such a fucking idiot. My sweet, beautiful Natalie thinks I’m rejecting her. That I don’t want what she wants.
“Hey.” I soften my voice as I grab her chin, forcing her to look at me. “You didn’t. I want this.” A rumble deep within my chest punctuates each word. “More than fucking anything. But your needs will always come before my own, and this is not a setting befitting what I’ve imagined doing to you.”
I expect her to survey the room and agree with me.
To demand that she’s worthy of so much more.
To ensure the mood is just right for her to even consider this.
That’s not Natalie, though. That was Susanna, finding the slightest excuse not to have sex, and to confuse Natalie with Susanna is a shameful mistake on my part.
Natalie’s rich brown eyes hold me in place.
She doesn’t need to look around, because she doesn’t care where we are or what time of day it is.
Instead, she kisses me. Her lips are gentle as she plucks at mine. “Winston,” she whispers into my mouth, “I want you to fuck me so hard that I forget what planet I’m on.” Another soft kiss. “Can you do that?”
A breath lodges in my throat as my hands tremble.
She’s perfect. My dick throbs painfully as it strains against my pants, my need for her so visceral that my chest is already heaving.
Not only does this feel like I’m on the verge of releasing one hundred and twenty-three years of pent-up sexual tension, but it also feels like, in many ways, this will be my first time having sex at all.
Susanna didn’t take my virginity. With those who came before her, sex felt good, but nothing beyond that word.
And with Susanna, it wasn’t even that. Somewhere, deep within my cells, I know it’ll be different with Natalie. Better. Life-changing.
With my forehead pressed against hers, I nod. “As you wish.”
When our mouths meet again, it’s filthy in a way that makes precome leak from my swollen head.
Our tongues are hot and eager as they slide against each other.
I yank her t-shirt off, and groan at the sight of her glorious tits, bare for me.
They bounce as she grinds against me, and my mouth waters at the sight of her hard nipples, the big circles of dark pink that make up her areolas, and as I trace the outline of one with my tongue, Natalie lets out a needy whimper that I never want to forget.
Her skin is as delicious as her scent, a bit of sweat mixing in to add a pleasant saltiness.
She gasps as she grips my shoulders, arching her back and pushing more of her breast into my mouth. I take it, greedily sucking and biting her nipple as I pinch the other between my fingers.
“Yes,” she pants, her fingers running up the back of my neck and through my hair. “More.”
I release her nipple and kiss along her chest until I reach the other as I slip a hand down the front of her sleep shorts. She’s bare here, too. And absolutely soaked .
A growl punches out of my throat as I slip a finger through her folds, meeting no resistance. “You’re so wet, so responsive.”
Another whimper as her mouth moves along my jaw, her tongue tracing the shell of my ear. “Ahh,” she cries, “I n-need you, Winston.” The next word is a breathy hiss. “Please.”
I sink my finger deep into her core. Her walls flutter around me, and I have to focus on my breath to keep from coming this soon. A few thrusts, and I add a second finger. She’s tight, but she can take it. Two fingers and my dick, however, are very different things.
Natalie’s hands yank my suspenders off my shoulders, and she tugs at my shirt until I let her pull it off.
When I return my attention back to fucking her with my hand, I add a third finger, and her legs jerk around my hips in response.
I tip my head back so I can properly take her in, her eyes pinched shut in ecstasy, the puffy look of her freshly sucked nipples, the erotic jiggles of her belly…
I’ve always found the female form to be pleasing to look at, but Natalie is out of this world.
It’s as if I created her in my mind, and in some puzzling twist of luck for a chronically unlucky man like myself, she landed right in my lap.
When her eyes flutter open, they land on my pants, and a frown curls her lips.
She unbuttons my fly and pushes my pants and underwear down my hips as far as she can until she can wrap her small hand around my length, freeing it.
Her eyes widen, pupils blown out, and something flashes across her face.
Is it fear? It’s gone so quickly, I can’t be sure.
“Jesus,” I hear her mutter under her breath. “Uh, I didn’t, well, I wasn’t expecting. I mean, I’ve used plenty of dildos of various sizes, but this… You––”
Ah, it was fear. I suppose I should be flattered, but I need Natalie to be relaxed and eager before we proceed, not afraid. Fear is the opposite of what I want her to be feeling. “You can take me. I know you can,” I promise her. “We’ll go slow, okay?”
She nods, the furrow in her brow easing at my words.
“If you want to stop, it doesn’t matter when. You say the word, and it ends.”
She swallows, leaning into my touch like a pet as I cup her cheek. “Okay.”
I reach for her pussy, prepared to continue stretching her when she grabs my wrist. “No. I need you now.”
“Yeah?”
Everything in me screams to protest, to insist we slow down to prevent causing her even an ounce of pain, but the way she’s looking at me, like she’ll die without my cock filling her up, the words never come out.
I guide the head of my cock to her entrance, at first just gliding it back and forth, mixing my precome with her sweet nectar.
“Oh god,” she cries, her nails scraping against my chest. Her hips slam down, eager to reach me. I’m not even inside her yet, and I feel a deep tingle at the base of my spine. I stroke my head against her clit, focusing on the friction and where I’ve learned she likes it most.