Page 64 of Ghosted

“Jagger,” she whispers.

“There.” My voice drops rougher. “Say it again.”

She shakes her head, but I don't give her the chance to retreat. I slam my body against hers, pinning her into the stone, and dive my hand down the front of her soaked skirt. The fabric clings to her curves like a second skin, but I rip it aside, my fingers finding the damp lace of her panties.

I don't ask. I just tear at the fabric, and shove two fingers deep inside her.

Alice lets out a sharp, strangled cry, her back arching off the wall. Fuck, she's already soaking, her pussy clamping tight around my fingers.

I fuck her right there in the rain, my fingers curling and hooking, hitting her spot with a brutal, rhythmic precision.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” I growl against her ear, my teeth grazing her lobe. “Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me to mark you so everyone knows who you belong to.”

“I hate you,” she gasps, but her hips are thrusting back against my hand, begging for more.

I pull my fingers out with a wet pop and immediately reach for my belt. I free my cock, thick and pulsing, the cold rain hitting the head of it. The Prince Albert piercing glints in the dim light, the metal cold against my skin but the blood beneath it screaming for her. I grab her thighs, hoisting one of her legs up over my hip, exposing her wide open to the storm and my gaze.

I don't ease in. I drive my cock forward in one heavy thrust, burying myself deep inside her. Alice screams, the sound swallowed by the rain. The metal of my piercing scrapes against her sensitive walls, adding a sharp, electric friction to the intrusion. Her nails dig into my shoulders, drawing blood through my shirt. I don't stop. I start to hammer into her, my pelvis slamming against her clit with every guttural thrust, the piercing grinding deep inside her with every stroke. The sound of our bodies colliding—the wet, slapping noise of cock hitting pussy—echoes against the stone.

I reach up, grabbing her hair forcing her to look at me while I fuck her. I want her to see the ownership in my eyes.

“Whose are you?” I demand, my voice a low roar. I drive deeper, bottoming out, feeling her internal muscles spasm around me. “Tell me you want me to fill you up. Tell me you want my seed deep inside you, ghost girl.”

“Yours,” she sobs, her voice breaking. “I’m yours, Jagger! Fuck... please, just don’t stop!”

That’s all I need. I accelerate, my thrusts becoming violent and fast, the piercing stimulating her deeper than any flesh could. I drive her higher and higher until she shudders, her pussy gripping me in a series of intense, crushing orgasms

A groan rips out of me, my own control snapping. I bury myself one last time, pinning her flat against the wall, and blow my load deep inside her.

I pump into her, filling her womb with hot, thick cum, imagining it marking her from the inside out. I want her leaking me for hours. Then I there for a moment, breathing hard, feeling her heart racing against my chest before slowly pulling out, the piercing sliding out with a wet sound, leaving her dripping and trembling.

I pull back just enough to see what I’ve done to her, and fuck me if it isn’t the prettiest sight.

Alice stays against the wall, soaked through, hair stuck to her face, mouth swollen, eyes still sharp even when the rest of her looks wrecked. Her jacket hangs open, her dress is twisted, and the little cut on the curve of her breast is smeared dark from the rain.

Looks good on her.

Worse than that, it looks fucking right.

With a smirk, I drag my fingers between her thighs, slow and possessive, pushing what’s mine back where I left it, making damn sure she feels every second.

Her head falls back against the stone, a broken little groan slipping out before she can swallow it.

Fuck.

That sound.

My mouth curves as I press closer, keeping her trapped there with my body and my hand.

“Yeah,” I murmur. “Take it.”

Her fingers clamp around my wrist, tight enough to bruise, but she doesn’t pull me away. She just holds on, trembling, whimpering under her breath like she hates that I get to hear her like this.

Too fucking bad.

I heard it. I fucking own it now.

I lean in until my mouth brushes her ear, voice low and rough enough to scrape. “You’re going to feel me all night, ghost girl. Every step back to that shitty little apartment. Every time your thighs press together. Every time you try to pretend this didn’t happen.”