Page 98 of The Spectre


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“You can give me another one. Your body craves it. Give it to me.”

She reacts almost immediately to my words, releasing a harsh, guttural sound, causing my lips to reverberate with her trembling.

“Fucking hell. That was… I don’t even have the words for it.” I smile and kiss her pussy one last time, my face drenched with her pleasure.

“Now, sit on my cock.” She smirks at my words.

“You want me to fuck you?”

“Don’t take my words the wrong way, love. I want you to sit on my cock. I’ll do the fucking.” I wink at her.

With a slow and deliberate motion, she takes her sweet pussy away from my lips and cautiously lowers herself onto my shaft, careful not to aggravate my injury.

I can feel her taking me deeper, and we both curse under our breaths. The sensation of her wet and slippery pussy gripping my hard cock is blissful. I grab one of her nipples with my hands, tugging on it and forcing her to lean closer to me. She moans under my touch.

“You feel so fucking good, clenching around me.” I take her nipple between my teeth and tug on it gently at first, then harder, sending shivers over her body. The noises she makes and the wetness between her legs are so intense that I know I won’t be able to hold out for much longer.

I firmly grasp her neck while my mouth remains clamped onto her nipple, causing her eyes to roll back in her head with intensity.

“Move faster,” I order. Letting go of her nipple, I pull her towards me, bringing my lips to hers. We kiss desperately as if we are trying to leave an indelible mark on each other’s skin.

And fuck, those noises she makes into my mouth are delectable. I break the kiss and watch as she takes deep, ragged breaths.

“Is my good slut ready to come again for me?”

“Stop. Teasing.”

“My brat doesn’t get a say about what I do or don’t do.” I lean her head closer to mine and speak quietly.

“Do you want it?” She looks at me with big eyes before nodding her head. “Words, baby. Do you want it?”

“Y-yes.”

“Y-yes, what?”

“I want it. Sir.”

“Fucking hell. You don’t know what this does to me.” I never realised the power of a simple word like ‘Sir’ until I heard it coming from her mouth, accompanied by her moans. Music to my ears. “Now, open your mouth for me.” As she does, I thrust harder, feeling the sweat dripping down my spine. “Stick out your tongue.” I grab her chin tightly, and she extends her tongue out of her mouth, revealing a pink, wet surface. My grip on her throat tightens as I lean in, and I spit forcefully into her mouth. “Swallow.” Her breathing becomes heavier, and I know her orgasm is approaching rapidly. “Do you want more?” My thrusts are not gentle. The fire inside me burns hot and fierce, threatening to consume me at any moment.

“Yes, Sir. Please.” She sticks out her tongue without me saying anything, and I repeat the process.

“You’re fucking perfect. I own you. Body and soul, as much as you own me.” As I release her throat, I twist her nipples and bring my hand down with a stinging slap on her pussy. Her body trembles as I give her that final push before she lets out a cry of release as she comes. She clenches my shaft tightly as I thrust into her, and with one final push, I can’t hold back any longer. I make a sound that is more animal than human - it’s guttural and comes from primal instincts.

It takes me a minute to regain my breath. Blakely’s head is resting on my shoulder, her breathing uneven.

“You good, babe?” I ask, my eyes scanning for any sign of movement from her.

Did she fall asleep?

Given the events of the day and now this, it would be no shock if her exhaustion took over.

She refuses to move from my chest, and I can’t help but smile at her stubbornness.

“I’m more than good. Can’t move. I can’t feel my body.” I snort at her comment.

“Want me to carry you?” She is still for a moment as I kiss the top of her head, but then suddenly lifts it up with a jolt.

“Oh my god. We had sex.”

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