Page 122 of Ghost

“Oh, I know.” I shift forward slowly, appreciating her as I watch her pussy swallow every inch. “I’ve got you.”

I work my way in until she’s taking my full length. Pausing when we connect before slowly fucking her.

This woman is mine. I don’t deserve her, but she is.

Her nails dig into my arms as I pick up my pace.

“Touch yourself for me,” I direct her. “Let me see you play with your pussy while I fuck you.”

Luna bites her lower lip, sliding her hand down and toying with her clit. Her pussy grips my cock so hard I nearly black out. I’m going to watch this with her later and try to help her understand how beautiful it is to watch her pleasure herself while my cock slides in and out.

I’m resisting every urge to plug her up with my cum because I need her release first.

She glides her fingers over her clit, rocking back and forth as her chest turns red. She tips her head back and searches for air as her breath quickens. Her blue eyes meet mine, and when she comes, she grips me so hard that my vision darkens.

I can’t hold back as I bury myself deep, coming inside her.

“Fuck, Luna.” I pull out to watch my cum drip from her pussy. “I don’t deserve you.”

She plants her hands on the sides of my face, pulling me down over her and brushing her lips on mine. “Yes, you do, Marcus. You do.”

And when she kisses me, I almost believe her. Because this girl is all I’ve ever wanted, and even if I shouldn’t have her, she’s mine.

I leave Luna to get dressed and head out into the bar, where I find Legacy and Chaos both sipping beers.

“Want one?”

“I’m good.” I shake my head, dropping onto the barstool on Legacy’s right and looking out at the room.

It’s still early, so the party hasn’t really gotten started, but a few outsiders are already mingling with the guys, shooting pool. Things have been calm since our direct attack on the Iron Sinners clubhouse, and I know Titan isn’t going to let it go, which means something big is coming.

We’re on the verge of battle, and I sense it hanging in the room.

“Hello.” A quiet voice comes from my left, and I look to see a girl slowly circling to stand in front of us.

She’s completely out of place in a motorcycle club bar. Her big brown eyes are wide, and her pink cheeks brighten as she bats her lashes. Her wavy blonde hair is down, and she’s wearing a white sundress with daisies on it.

“Well, if it isn’t the farmer’s daughter.” Chaos skims her over, being a dick as always. “How old are you, babe?”

She tips her chin up, narrowing her eyes. “I didn’t know bikers were so worried about underage drinking.”

“Honey, you barely look eighteen, much less twenty-one.” Chaos chuckles.

“Well, for your information, I turned twenty-one last week.” She glares at Chaos. “Besides, I’m not here for a drink. I’m looking for Jesse King.”

Legacy hitches an eyebrow, pausing with his beer bottle at his mouth.

“Do you know where I can find him?” The girl clutches her purse, rolling her shoulders back.

She’s got a spine; I’ll give her that.

“Sure do.” Legacy sets his beer bottle down, not taking his eyes off her.

“Well, are you going to tell me where he is?”

“Depends. What do you want with him?”

She opens her mouth to answer but is cut off by Luna coming around the corner.