Page 97 of Their Little Ghost

He withdraws his glistening fingers and rams them into my mouth to shush me, swirling them across my tongue and forcing me to taste myself.

I splutter as he pulls them out while he lines his cock up to my pussy, then grabs my ass, hoisting me into the air and pushing my back against the wall. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around his middle, clinging onto him, as my wetness slathers his throbbing shaft.

Fuck, why does he have to feel so good?

He’s a monster, but my body still craves more.

“Aiden said you can’t?—”

Lex thrusts into me before I finish my sentence.

“Fuck the rules,” he growls.

Aiden wanted them all to take my virginity together, but it’s too late. Lex’s cock pulses inside me, stealing my virginity with every buck of his hips. I gasp at the overwhelming fullness, but it doesn’t hurt—not like how I expected it to. It feels… right.

“Fuck,” Lex groans, pummeling into me with violent thrusts, like a wild beast losing control. My breasts bounce against him with each aggressive motion. “I’ve missed this.”

How long has it been since he had sex with someone? My question disappears as quickly as it comes when he grasps my ass to guide me. I’m powerless to stop him, even if I wanted to. Hearing the wet slap of our bodies turns me on even more and dulls the pain of my bruised back.

Everything around us, the sirens, screams, and running footsteps, fade into nothingness. Our ragged breathing synchronizes. Being one with him feels familiar, like coming home. His ferocious fucking unlocks my primal desires, and a heated friction builds as he grinds against my clit.

“Harder,” I beg, clawing his broad shoulders. “Fuck, Lex…”

He spins me and pulls out carefully before throwing me down onto the hard mattress. His nine-inch cock twitches, and my gaze is drawn to a tattoo above his hip bone. A tiny, inked outline of a ghost. The same as Aiden’s. The same design that I fear is permanently etched on my neck.

“You want more, Little Ghost?” he taunts, taking his cock into his fist and working it.

I watch him touch himself, mesmerized.

“Yes,” I moan.

“Say please,” he commands.

I spread my legs wide. “Please.”

“I want you to beg for it,” he orders. “Beg me to fill your tight, little cunt.”

“Fuck me.” My cheeks flush. “Please.”

He tsks and shakes his head. “Not good enough.”

Lex climbs onto the bed, positioning himself between my open legs. He teases me, rubbing himself against my entrance. He slaps the head of his cock on my clit, making sparks fly under my skin like an electric shock.

“I want you to…” Talking dirty is new to me, and Lex knows it. He’s pushing me out of my comfort zone and enjoying every second. “Fuck me… hard.”

“How badly do you want me, Little Ghost?” he taunts. “You need to make me believe it.”

I wriggle, writhing my hips to try to maneuver him inside me. Lex laughs and pulls back to torment me further.

“Fill me, Lex,” I plead. “I need you.”

I moan as his cock glides over my clit again.

Our eyes meet, and everything shifts. It’s as if an invisible thread has tied together in my mind, and I know exactly what he needs to hear.

“Make me scream,” I demand. “Make me scream this fucking asylum down.”

The look on his face tells me I’ve given him what he wants. He launches into action, seizing my ankles and resting them high on his shoulders. He enters me again. The angle intensifies the sensation as his cock rubs on a sensitive spot inside me. The pressure keeps building until I feel like I’m floating.