Page 29 of Adored by the Grumpy Ghost (Mapletown Monster Mates #1)

Grabbing her hips, I slow her movements. She looks down, pouting, a flash of fury in her gaze until she sees what I’m doing. Spreading the swollen lips of her pussy, I push inside, just enough to feel her tight channel clamping down around me.

A choked gasp rips from her throat as we lock eyes.

“Breathe,” I remind her.

She nods, her hands coming up to squeeze her tits as I feed her another punishing inch.

It comes out of nowhere. Rips through me violently without warning.

My body seizes up, the feel of her core, so slick, so hot, and so good (too good) for me that I lose control of my body and come.

And come. And come. Black spots flicker at the corner of my vision as I clutch her body to mine, holding on to her like a tornado is on the verge of tearing me away.

I hear distant noises, low and gravelly, that I assume must be coming from me, but the sound is so far outside my body that I can’t be certain.

“I’ve got you,” Natalie whispers, her hand in my hair and the other stroking across my back.

Realization dawns.

Shit.

Did I really just come without being fully seated inside her?

I’m mortified. This is not what I promised her. I told her that her needs would come before mine, and I’ve failed. What a pathetic excuse for a man.

“I’m sorry,” I mutter, my head hanging against her chest. “That was not–”

“Shh,” Natalie interjects, lifting my chin enough to kiss my forehead. “Winston, you haven’t had sex in over a century. Did you really think you’d be able to last?”

Honestly, yes. At least, that’s what I’d hoped. The dozens (hundreds, actually) of fantasies I’ve had about fucking Natalie never included premature ejaculation. But–

She laughs, pinning me with a look of affection that tells me I’m taking this too seriously.

I take in the halo of light around her face and shoulders, the drop of sweat running down her neck and between her heavy breasts, and the reverence beaming from her every pore.

There’s enough time for us to get this right, and there will be instances where our sex is sillier than sexy, or clumsy at first, or wherein one of us is too in our own head to come.

Perfection isn’t the goal of sex. Not for me, anyway.

It’s intimacy. A closeness with Natalie that only we can experience whilst our bodies are connected.

That’s all I want, and it’s happening right now.

I laugh with her, softly nipping at the hollow of her neck. My stubble must tickle her there, because her giggle grows louder, wilder. A calm settles over me at the break in the tension. I can fix this. My needs have been met. Now is my chance to focus on hers.

With a renewed sense of determination, I say, “I just need a minute to recover.” My chest is still heaving, and I’m surprised to find my cock is still hard as it rests against Natalie’s mound.

There’s come all over her lower belly and in the soft curls above her cunt, and the sight of it triggers a primal groan deep within my lungs.

She looks filthy, and like…mine. I want to cover her body in it, force her to let it dry on her skin so that every step she takes outside this house, passersby will smell it on her and know that she belongs only to me.

She reaches between us, collecting a handful of my seed from where it’s coating her belly, and wraps her hand around my length, using it to lubricate me.

My dick throbs in her grasp, and I can’t seem to make sense of what I’m seeing or feeling.

I’ve never remained hard like this before, and it’s not as if I only came a little.

I’ve created a mess between our bodies with my seed.

Just as I suspected, it’s different with Natalie. Better than I ever could’ve imagined.

She guides my fat head back toward her clit, and sets a steady rhythm, stroking me while rubbing my cock against that sensitive, swollen nub.

I’m entranced. Natalie is using me to take what she needs.

Part of me wants to take over, but soon, she’s writhing against me as shallow gasps escape her lips.

I use my hands and mouth on her chest, biting the underside of her breast softly before easing the pain with my tongue.

When her movements become erratic, I take my cock from her hand and guide it back inside her cunt. She’s practically dripping now, and it slides in easily, but only a few inches.

“Winston,” she moans, her hands coming to the back of the couch, on either side of my head. “More.” She’s begging now, and I can deny her nothing.

I watch her wince the deeper I go, and I have to remind her twice more to breathe. She’s taking me so well. “Almost there,” I vow, running a thumb over the hood of her clit, then tapping it gently, just once.

That’s what does it. Her walls convulse around me as her body falls forward against my chest. She doesn’t even realize it, I don’t think, but she’s impaled herself the rest of the way on my cock with that small movement.

We’re hip to hip now as she bounces up and down and her body quakes in my arms, her cries and the wet squelch of her cunt echoing through the house.

I remain still, biting the inside of my cheek until I taste copper, trying to be what she needs while she rides out her orgasm.

I also want to make sure she’s not in any pain.

When her moans soften into panting breaths, I pull back to pepper her face with kisses. “You’re so beautiful. So perfect, Natalie.” I brush the hair off her face, stroking along the pinkest part of her cheeks. “Are you okay? Any pain?”

Her eyes finally open, and they’re filled with so much warmth my heart skips. She shakes her head.

Brushing my nose against hers, I whisper. “I won’t move until you’re ready, okay?”

She bites her lip. That magnificent plump lip that’s even more swollen from my kisses. What she does next, I don’t see coming. Natalie’s hands settle back on my shoulders, and she lifts herself up, then slams herself back down.

We moan together, the sensation of it too much for both of us.

“Fuck,” I shout when she does it again. “Sweetheart, you are ruining my resolve.”

“Ah, you’re so,” she cries, tears streaming down her cheeks, “s-so fucking deep.”

The slap of our bodies gets louder as I shift my hips up to meet her. I feel her teeth sink into the base of my throat as I grip the round globes of her ass, trying to make this time last for her. To make it unforgettable. Then I remember where she likes my touch the most, where she needs it most.

I reach down to stroke her clit, but before I can, she’s coming around me, hard, and fast, a silent scream keeping her lips parted wide.

“Again? So soon?” I kiss the tears off her cheeks as I continue to thrust, and she holds on tight despite the limpness in the rest of her body.

Grabbing her by the ass, I flip our bodies until she’s on her back beneath me, her right leg straightened and her foot next to my ear, the flush of her skin stealing the breath from my lungs.

“Yes, Winston,” she whimpers, her gaze pleading as her other leg wraps around my hips.

I smile, press a kiss to her brow as I whisper, “Don’t worry, love.

I’m not done with you yet.” I feel her heel pressing into my ass as I begin to thrust, warmth building at the base of my spine and spreading throughout my limbs at this new angle, and how much deeper I’m able to go like this.

I could live here, I realize, in her tight heat and vise-like grip around my cock.

She must feel it too, because her moans get louder, more guttural.

My mind is a fog as I drive into her, my balls slapping against the skin of her ass. Everything inside me coils tight, the air around us crackling.

“W-Winston.” It’s a plea, I think.

I answer it by moving faster, harder, until my orgasm tears through me and I’m filling her cunt with my come.

It becomes impossible to hold myself up any longer, so I let my weight sink into her.

She lets out a contented sigh as she pulls me somehow closer, more flush against her body.

It takes us a while to come down. Several minutes, an hour, I have no fucking idea. But when we do, I push onto my forearms to ask, “How do you feel?”

She lets out a breathy chuckle, unable to hold her eyes open. “Amazing.”

I get to my feet, then grab a washcloth from the hall bathroom, running it under warm water.

When I return, I run it over Natalie’s cheeks, down her chest, stomach, and clean the mess of come that’s dripping between her thighs.

I’m not sure what compels me to do it, but my teeth sink into the fleshiest part of her inner thigh, and she tries to kick me away with an “Ouch! You dick.”

I regret nothing, kissing the red mark I left, while hoping it takes years to fade.

Like this, with her legs parted wide, I can see every inch of her pussy, and I’m unable to look anywhere else.

It’s too beautiful. Too pink and engorged.

A masterpiece worthy of replacing the Mona Lisa.

I study each dip and curve and practically every follicle of hair that can be found on this part of her body.

She is… God, a miracle that must’ve fallen from the fucking sky.

I toss the washcloth aside and haul her into my arms.

She squeaks in surprise as her arms wrap around my neck. “Where are we going?”

I adjust the arm beneath her knees, ensuring she’s comfortable with the way I’m carrying her. “Upstairs.”

She looks puzzled. “For?”

I know how little she expects of others, and I’m determined to show her how much higher her standards should be. I can’t help the smile that’s curling my lip. She must be able to see how excited I am. “I’m drawing you a bath.”