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GHOST

T he only way to stop Delilah’s echoing screams claiming she loves that motherfucker is by replacing them.

My hand tightens around her throat as I flip us over, causing her head to bounce against the mattress, and I push her back down as I fuck her, each thrust harder than the last. My sight has adjusted to the dark since she fucking forced me into it, and I can see her face turning red as her nails score against my arms.

“Can’t…breathe,” she chokes out.

I tighten my hold and push into her so that our hips are joined. I can feel her bones with how hard I’m pressing against her, but I don’t give a fuck. My fingers tighten around her neck as she gasps, trying to draw in air, and I add more weight onto her body.

“If I wanted you to fucking breathe, I’d let you.”

I can’t hear anything over the sound of my rage, and she weakly slaps against the mask covering my face. Her fingers are barely felt from how little energy she has. This is what she fucking does to me. Every single fucking time.

Her tears fall but they could drown the earth before they ever get close to dousing the anger inside of me. I fucking hate her. I detest every fucking part of her. Especially her cunt. It’s warm and fucking perfect just like my memory, and I loosen my hold on her throat as I grip the top of the headboard hitting the wall.

My knuckles slam against the plaster and she grabs my t-shirt as I watch her jolt from the force of my thrusts. Her lips part and before she can say something fucking vile, I spit down in a line.

“Keep it fucking shut or I’ll piss down your throat next.”

Does she listen? Fucking no.

She never fucking listens and she wraps her legs around me as she begs, “Kiss me.”

I laugh but it’s more of a scoff and I thrust into her harder. She shuffles up and her crown hits the headboard with a gasped moan.

“You can fucking take it,” I grit. “You’re a desperate little fucking whore only made as a place for me to drop my cum.”

My one weakness, my only weakness, is in front of me and she tilts her hips up as she clenches around me. I keep hold of the headboard with one hand and slap the tips of my fingers against the side of her tits. I clip her nipple and she sucks in a breath around her moan.

“Ghost, please.”

The sweet begging isn’t enough to entice me. All I need is for her to remember, to say my fucking name and ruin everything—ruin me again.

But she doesn’t. She just keeps begging for the same fucking thing.

“Kiss me. I want to feel you.”

I slow my thrusts as I collect my spit and grind into her. Her needy clit isn’t swollen enough. It needs to be fully abused and fucking tortured for her to close her mind. Right now, she has the edge of pleasure without the pained satisfaction she craves. I spit down and it hits her cheek to mix with the tears on her skin.

My voice is deeper, crueler, as I ask, “Is your cunt that fucking used that you can’t feel me inside of you?”

I pull away as the idea forms, and she clenches, trying to keep me trapped. Her legs lock tighter, and I slam my palm on her thigh to free myself. The moonlight shines through the windows, showing her pink slit all puffy and weeping for more. My arm slams down without thought as I slap my hand against her cunt and she screams. Fuck, she screams.

I do it again and again, aiming my fingers directly on her clit, and the screams get louder as I keep repeating the slaps. Until she’s shaking and so fucking close to climaxing I have to push three fingers inside her to stop myself from fucking devouring her.

She sunk her claws under my skin years ago, but now she fucking clings to me like I’ll allow her entry again. The entry point she had has hardened, the skin is tougher with the pain of how deeply she ruined my entire life.

I pull my fingers out and shove them in her mouth. She chokes and I love the sound as I reach into her bedside drawer and take out the large fake dick she fucks when she thinks no one is looking. I’ve watched her suction it to the tile in the shower and how her mouth opens as she pushes back against it, unable to make it past halfway, but that changes now.

Sitting up on my knees, I pry her hands off me and give a warning she doesn’t deserve.

“Move and I’ll shove my fist up your ass, and the other down your throat, while I stretch you open to fit my fucking leg inside you.”

Delilah falls limp against the sheets. Her tongue doesn’t move against my fingers, but she seals her lips around the digits. Her thighs are spread wide with my knees pressed against them, and I slap the fake dick off her hard nipples one by one. Her moans travel through my fingers and I fuck her mouth with them.

“You’re such a beautiful fucking mess,” I breathe out, full of awe.

She’s stunning, it’s not something that’s up for debate. It’s an enticing package that I fell for because it hides all the warped bitterness in her. I didn’t notice that the smiles were false, or that her lies were just that. I believed them and accepted each mask she showed me. The inescapable relationship was bullshit, her need for care was bullshit, everything was.

I slowly circle her entrance with the tip of the fake dick, hating the sight of anything else touching her. The need to possess her fully, to consume her, rages with my need for justice as everything I could have become flashes before my eyes.

Each conversation, each hope and dream that now lays dead at my feet as a reminder of what can’t be is her fault. But the biggest grave has Delilah’s name on it. Because that was my biggest dream—her. Having a life with her, children, a fucking family. None of it can exist, so she can’t either. I’ll drag her into this limbo of nothingness where she’ll repent and be forced to relive my demise over and over and fucking over again.

Her mouth opens on a moan as I push the fake dick inside her inch by inch. She tenses her thighs and I push my fingers deeper into her mouth to add more tears to the ones collecting against her lashes. She’s like an arcade game and if I keep feeding her more, the tears will be knocked loose, crowning me as the winner.

Those eyes are on me without any plastic or glass in the way. She can see me fully even if some of my features are covered, yet she doesn’t say my name. All she has to do is say it and it will reset everything. We’ll begin a different game once she does, but I crave hearing my name on her tongue. For her to speak me back into existence.

A whimper vibrates against my fingers as I go beyond the line Delilah created whenever she’s fucked herself. Sweat beads against her hairline and she chokes around my fingers in her attempt to scream. Fitting my hand at the base of the fake dick, I curl my fingers around the suctioned edge and slowly fuck her with it. She’s opened up for me and her thighs shake. They don’t obstruct the sight of her stretching open, or how tightly she’s hugging the silicone.

Her little desperate sobs are better than the compositions she makes as I twist the dick, forcing her to feel every man-made ridge. I watch her face and angle it upwards to hit her G-spot as I increase the pace of my thrusts. Spit flows from the sides of her mouth and glistens against her neck. Her face is bright red, and those tears fall.

I lean over her, and the moonlight only reaches half of her face. The tears on her skin are like diamonds glistening under the silvery refracted light and I can’t hold back. As soon as the tip of my tongue touches her cheek, I lose control and grip the fake dick harder. My fist pumps into her and the edge of my fingers slam off her soaked skin.

My little doll fights me as her back arches and her eyes roll back in her head. Her knuckles weakly hit my ribs and the garbled screams only add to my satisfaction. I bite into her cheek and suck the tears off her skin to leave the other side with my spit to dry.

Pulling my fingers out of her mouth, I wipe them on the side of her tits and force my voice to deepen.

“Will you break, koukla mou?”

My lips are still on her cheek and her tears fall straight into my fucking mouth as she cries out, “I can’t take it.”

Liar. She’s always been a liar and I pinch her nipple between my first two knuckles as I correct her.

“You’re a desperate, needy, filthy whore.” I start slow and twist her pebbled nipple with each of her traits. “Your used cunt will feel me now.”

I sit up on my knees and pump the fake dick into her twice before lining up beside it. She’s wrapped around it tightly and I’m forced to go slow, so she doesn’t push me out. Her fingers press against my hips as she screams and continues crying. They’re not tears of pain. She’s overwhelmed in the way she loves. Fully consumed and under my control.

“Ghost, please,” she begs.

Her shining eyes are fixed on my lips and anger takes over. I push inside her faster than I can savor the feeling of her wrapped around me so tightly. The addition of the fake dick means it strokes against me with each thrust. Her lips are going to be the death of me, so I slap my palm over them to take away temptation as I fuck her.

Each of her screams are felt more than heard. They travel through my arm and settle into the hollow cavity she created in my chest. I can feel her fucking lips moving against my palm, and despite the barrier, they entice me closer. The only way to take it away is by moving and I push the base of the fake dick against my thigh before I sit up on my knees and hold the top of the headboard.

I’m looking down at her, but she is still in fucking control. The mess all around us is hers yet she’s like a queen reigning over it and digging her nails into my sides as I slowly pull out. Her body jolts and she moans as I slam back in. The tops of my thighs slap against the back of Delilah’s as she locks her legs around me.

Everything becomes muddled as I watch her. The pain and innocent memories we had together distort and I want to be that person again. Fuck! I want to be hers again.

Abruptly pulling out, I flip her onto her stomach as she gasps. I can’t stay away from her, and she moans into the pillow as I push back in, crazed. Her ass lifts into the air and she fucking drools around her moans. A wet spot forms on the linen and she’s so fucking adorable, I give in. Not to her, but to myself. I allow myself some of the softness and press my lips to her temple as I fuck her harder.

The moans get deeper and turn to a purr with each gentle kiss on her skin. I thread my fingers over hers with my palms flat against the back of her hands as she pushes her ass back, meeting me thrust for thrust.

She pushes her head deeper into the pillows so her cheek is flat and stares up at me through one eye. All the air is robbed from my lungs at having her so close. It’s not physical proximity that undoes me, it’s the mental closeness. She can see my eyes and she doesn’t look away. Her fingers tighten over mine and I push my weight forward, so her body is contorted.

There’s no space between the back of her thighs and the front of mine, but I will never be close enough to her. My thrusts slow as I nuzzle my cheek on the side of her head and she sweetly whispers, “Let me see you.”

I unwrap one hand from hers and push it under her. My forearm is pressed tightly to her stomach in a twisted hug and my eyes close at the comfort of holding her again. It forces the truth out and my voice is too low for her to hear.

“You already have.”

There’s no further conversation as I circle her clit with two fingers and kiss the back of her head. She clenches around me. The fake dick pushes into mine, and she keeps fucking clenching, threatening to steal my release. Her moans are breathless and weak, and I speed up.

My resolve is paper thin whenever I’m around her. I fucking hate it and the only way to stop it is by forcing myself to be as bad as her. To take without limits or care because it is what I want.

I wrap my hand around her neck and squeeze as I fuck her harder. Each stroke rocks the unsteady foundations of my sanity that all hinges on her. She chokes and pushes against my thighs as I slap my fingers on her clit. I don’t need her to come, I want her to. I want her to feel this between us and know without any shadow of a doubt that it can’t be replicated. It’s why I hold my own release back and battle the stubbornness to force her to climax.