Page 121 of Ghost

“I did.” I lick a path up the side of her neck, tasting every delicious inch of her. “And do you know what I’d think about?”

Her lips part as she starts to answer, and I drive another finger in.

“Ghost.” My name chokes from her lips.

“Yes, Luna?”

She tips her head back, and her character on the screen runs into a wall.

“Keep playing, Luna. You don’t get to come until you kill something.”

“You’re so evil.”

I chuckle against her neck, kissing her. “I’ll make it worth it.”

Luna wiggles in my lap as she wanders on the screen, presumably looking for something to kill and getting distracted every time I pick up my pace.

When she runs into a wall again, I pause, and she groans in response.

“Something wrong?” I kiss her collarbone.

“I’m just”—she chokes as I drive in knuckle deep—“distracted.”

“I can see that.” And I’m no help as I nip at her ear and roll her ass over my growing length.

Finally, Luna finds something to fight on the screen, but she’s clumsy about it, using all her cooldowns at once and still not getting any good hits in. The boss turns and strikes, and her health takes a hit. She runs before she dies, downing a health potion.

“When we used to play, I’d imagine this.” I thrust my fingers deep. “You in my lap, and my fingers knuckle deep in your greedy pussy. I’d imagine you playing your game while I played mine.”

“But you aren’t playing anything.”

“Aren’t I?” I roll my thumb over her clit, and she almost dies again on the screen. “Come on, Luna. You want to come; all you have to do is win.”

“You’re making it difficult.” She groans.

“Good.”

Luna tries to focus on her game, wiggling in my lap. It’s borderline torture, and I’m just as relieved as she is when she kills the boss and shoves her keyboard back.

I laugh. “You’re going to break it if you’re not nice.”

Luna jumps up, spinning around to straddle me and almost sending us toppling in the chair. “I don’t care if I broke it. I need you to fuck me.”

“Yes, ma’am.” I lift her, carrying her across the bedroom and tossing her down onto the bed.

She strips off her T-shirt as I pull her pants down her legs. Unless we’re fucking with people around us, I want to see every inch of her, and she knows it.

“You now.” Luna scoots back when I start to reach for her thighs. “I want to see you too.”

Grabbing the bottom of my T-shirt, I strip it off, shedding all my clothes and climbing over her.

“You shouldn’t be allowed to look that good.” Her gaze skims down to my cock as I kneel between her legs.

“You’re one to talk.” I tease her pussy with the tip, nudging in far enough to give her a taste of the pressure.

Her core drips, gripping my dick and begging to take me deeper.

“You want me; you can have me.”