Page 122 of Ghost Hunted

I plunge two fingers into her pussy, pumping my cock in my other hand as I feel her inner walls grip me. Then I curse under my breath when the phone rings yet again.

“Answer,” she manages to say between loud moans. “Please answer. I want to try to be… your good girl.”

I chuckle, even as my cock grows rock hard. “Fine, baby: you win.” I grab her legs, pulling them up so she’s in a diaper position, and she squeaks in surprise. “Now, remember, no noise. That’s how you want to play, isn’t it?”

“I… uhm… what are you doing?”

Smiling sadistically, I bring the phone to my ear, balancing it between my cheek and my shoulder. “Yeah, Damien? Can’t talk much. I’m kinda busy.”

I punctuate the sentence with a couple of loud smacks that make her squeak again.

“Yeah, so I hear,” he chuckles.

“It’s not fair,” she hisses. “I can’t help that kind of noise!”

Her words are drowned out by another smack, and then I allow one of her legs to wriggle out of my hold.

It’s even better like this, with one of her legs up and the other one twitching uselessly on the mattress. Her pussy is on full display, and it’s fucking glorious.

“Obviously, this is kind of important,” adds Damien, “or I wouldn’t have called so early.”

“Mhm hmm.” I bring my hand down hard on her pussy now, until she forgets all about the phone and starts to cry loudly. I hook her leg over my shoulder and reach up to lick her tears.

“Hey, man, I get you’re, you know… but how about doing something other than slapping her around? I can barely hear myself think.”

“Fine.” Deciding she’s had enough of the painful part of the foreplay, I bury my face in her pussy.

“Can you seriously not eat out her… well, you know… while we’re talking on the phone? It’s really hard to follow through on our pact of not talking about… well, you know… when I can literally hear you slurp that shit.”

I don’t have him on speaker phone but the sound must be loud enough that Lia hears him, and her blush is so intense it travels to her tits.

“This is important, Logan.”

“Fine.”

I dial down the sound, assuming he wants to talk about the footless CEO. I don’t want Lia to hear about that. It’s probably unrelated to her, but I’m worried any mention of the Puicin Gang could upset her.

Freeing my mouth, I thrust three fingers into her. “So what’s up?”

“Nothing much. The usual. Feet shit.”

“Mhm hmm.” I try to listen, but I’m pretty focused on keeping Lia on edge by slowing down my fingering whenever I notice her getting just a little too close to orgasm.

“Well, we’ve been doing some more digging into the Puicin Gang. That is, Vincent has. Igor’s been too busy torturing people, Everest is fixated on that stupid gala—which he’s trying to get me to come back to Astley for—and I’ve been too busy…”

“Eating Seraphina’s—”

“Get your mind out of the gutter, man. And remember our agreement. I was going to say, dealing with a newborn. Not sleeping a whole lot these days. I don’t want Seraphina to be tired, so I’ve been doing all the night feedings, and… anyway.”

I snort, because I’ll just never get used to Damien talking like a family man. And as for him acting like one… well, I’ll have to see it to believe it.

“So anyway, I’m specifically calling about Emilio Cabello,” begins Damien.

“Fuck me, man. Do we really have to talk about him while I’m... you know?”

“Well, you tell me, Logan. I am doing all of this for you, you know.”

I glance up at Lia, but she’s so focused on biting down her moans that she doesn’t notice my expression. She’s very close, the wet sheen on her body telling me how frustrated she is at being kept on edge, and for the moment, my curiosity about anything Damien has to tell me comes second to my desire to torture her.