Page 64 of Ghost

I stared deeply into her blue pools, letting her see how close I was to losing control. “Don’t think I’ve got it in me to go soft, pretty girl.”

“I want you, Gavin. All of you.”

Growling, I lifted her and put her back against the tiled wall, supporting her beneath both thighs as her legs locked around my hips and her arms circled my shoulders. I dragged the bare head of my cock through her folds, feeling how wet she had become around my fingers.

“Love taking you bare,” I groaned, pressing against her entrance without pushing inside. “You like the feel of my naked cock inside your tight pussy?”

“Yes,” she breathed, trying to pull me closer with her heels.

“Say it.”

“I want your cock bare.” Her blush burned even beneath the hot water, but she held my gaze. “Please, Gavin.”

“Fuck yes.”

I drove inside her with one hard thrust. Her pussy stretched around me, hot and slick and tight enough to tear a growl from my chest as her head struck the wall behind her. I cupped it immediately, putting my palm between her skull and the tile while she clung to me and took every inch.

“Look at me,” I ordered, pulling back before burying myself again. “I want your eyes on me while I fuck you.”

Tamsin opened them, blue darkened nearly black with pleasure. I set a brutal pace, using my grip beneath her thighs to lift and pull her down onto every thrust. Her cries sharpened each time my hips struck hers, and the water carried the sound around us while her pussy gripped my cock like it had been made for me.

“You feel how fucking deep I am?” I growled, driving into her harder. “Nobody else ever gets this. Nobody touches what’s mine.”

“Yours,” she gasped, nails digging into my shoulders.

The word tore through me. I shifted my hold, opened her wider, and watched the soft curve of her stomach tighten each time I filled her. The thought of coming inside her, leaving her full of me while she wore my marks and slept in our bed, sent a savage thrill coursing through my blood.

“I’m gonna fill you,” I warned against her mouth. “Gonna leave my come so deep inside you, you’ll still feel me when you wake up.”

Her pussy clenched hard around me. Tamsin moaned my name and rolled her hips down to meet the next stroke, telling me exactly how much she liked the promise. I caught her jaw and forced her eyes back to mine.

“That turn you on, pretty girl?” I demanded.

“Yes.”

“I’m gonna put my baby in you.” The image struck with enough force to make my cock pulse inside her. “Gonna watch you carry my kid and make sure everyone knows who filled you.”

Tamsin cried out and tightened around me again. “Gavin, please.”

“Please what?” I drove deeper, my voice turning rough with the effort not to come. “Tell me you want my come. You wanna be stuffed full and knocked the fuck up, pretty girl?”

“Yes.” Her words broke apart as she clung to me. I pumped deeper, and she screamed. “Yes! Yes! I want it! Oh yes!”

A growl ripped out of me. I pinned her harder against the tile and fucked her with every ounce of force she had asked for, cupping the back of her head while my other arm held her securely under the ass. The water ran over her flushed tits and trembling stomach, and the sight of her taking me while begging for the future I’d promised nearly stripped the control from my hands.

“Come on my cock,” I ordered, shifting one hand between us to work her clit. “Come while I fill this sweet pussy.”

Her orgasm hit with a broken cry. Tamsin’s body locked around me, her thighs crushing my hips while her pussy rippled hard along my cock. I drove through every pulse until the pressure snapped, then buried myself as deep as her body allowed and came inside her with a harsh groan against her throat.

Then I held her against the wall while both of us fought for breath. Her face remained tucked into my neck, lips moving against my skin while the last tremors worked through her. My cock stayed buried inside her, and the knowledge of my release filling her fed the primitive satisfaction beating beneath my ribs.

“Still with me?” I asked, kissing the wet curls near her temple.

“Might need a minute.”

“Take two.”

When her legs loosened, I carried her out of the shower instead of setting her down. Tamsin protested that she could walk, but the way she rested her head against my shoulder weakened the complaint. I dried her with firm strokes, paid careful attention to every bruise, then smacked her bare ass lightly when she tried to steal the towel.