Page 34 of Love’s Strongest Soldier

Luxe broke the kiss and took a step back from me. “You’re too young, Ghost.”

“How many times do I have to tell you that I’m a grown-ass man? Let me put this dick on yo’ ass and see if you still think I’m a baby then.”

I didn’t even give her the chance to respond. I picked her ass up and carried her back into the bedroom. Gently resting her against the bed, I tugged my shirt over my head and dropped it to the floor. Luxe lustfully gazed up at me. I was about to show her ass that I was anything but a damn baby.

I stood there at the edge of the bed, my chest bare and my skin humming with anticipation. She looked incredible lying there, her body pressed into the mattress, still fully clothed in a way that only made me want to rip the fabric away from her. The sight of her—the way her chest rose and fell with her breath, the look of hunger in her eyes—sent a surge of heat straight to my dick, making it strain hard against my pants.

I crawled onto the bed, hovering over her, my weight supported by my forearms. I could smell her perfume mixed with the scent of her own arousal. I didn’t waste time; I leaned down and captured her lips in a deep, bruising kiss, my tongue gliding into her mouth to claim her. While we kissed, my hand slid down her side, gripping her hip and pulling her against me.

I broke the kiss to trail my lips down her neck, biting softly at the sensitive skin there. My hand moved to the hem of her shirt, sliding underneath to feel the warmth of her bare skin. I groaned as I felt her arch her back, her nipples hardening against my palm. With a quick tug, I pulled her shirt up and over her head, tossing it blindly across the room.

She was breathtaking. I spent a few moments just staring at her breasts, the nipples dark and peaking. I leaned down, taking one nipple into my mouth and sucking hard, swirling my tongue around the tip until she let out a sharp moan that echoed through the room. “Mmmhm.” I switched to the other side, licking and biting, while my free hand moved down to the button on her pants.

I popped the button and slid the zipper down with a metallic hiss. I didn’t want her out of them yet; I wanted to feel the friction. I reached inside, sliding my hand past the lace of her panties to find her pussy. She was already soaking wet, her folds slick and hot. I slid two fingers deep inside her, and she gasped, her legs parting wider to give me better access.

“You’re so fucking wet for me. Damn,” I whispered, my voice husky.

I pumped my fingers in and out of her, feeling the tight walls of her pussy clench around me. I used my thumb to grind hard against her clit, circling it with pressure until she shook. She reached up, her nails digging into my bare shoulders, pulling me back up so she could kiss me again, her tongue dancing with mine in a frantic rhythm.

I couldn’t take it anymore. I stood up just long enough to kick off my pants and boxers, my dick springing free, thick and pulsing. I looked down at her and saw her eyes widen as she looked at my dick. I climbed back over her, the head of my dick brushing against her thigh.

I reached down and yanked her pants and panties off in one swift motion, leaving her completely naked beneath me. I positioned myself between her legs, the tip of my dick probing her soaking wet entrance. I paused for a second, savoring the tension, before I thrust forward with one hard, deep shove.

She screamed into the pillow as I buried my entire dick inside her. The heat was incredible, her pussy gripping me like a vice. I stayed still for a moment, letting her adjust to the size of me, before I pulled back and slammed back in.

The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room. I gripped her hips, anchoring her as I fucked her with raw, rhythmic power. Every thrust went deep, hitting her cervix and making her toes curl. I watched her face—the way her eyes rolled back, the way her mouth hung open in a silent plea for more.

I shifted my angle, lifting her legs up over my shoulders to drive even deeper. I could feel the friction building, the wetness of her pussy lubricating every single slide. I increased the pace, and my thrust became faster and more violent. I was losing control, the pleasure peaking in my gut.

“I’m gonna cum,” she whimpered. Her inner muscles began to spasm around my dick.

“Do it. Let that shit go,” I groaned, slamming into her one last time and holding it there.

“Oh my God!”

She peaked first. Her pussy clamped down on me in waves of intense orgasms. The feeling of her pulsing around me pushed me over the edge. I let out a low growl, thrusting deep and hard as I erupted, shooting load after load of hot cum deep inside her. I collapsed on top of her, our breathing heavy and synchronized, our bodies slick with sweat and passion.

The sun peeked at me through the curtains. I stirred in bed and rolled over to find that Ghost wasn’t there. The night before, that man fucked the shit out of me. He was on a mission to show me that he was a grown man, and I must admit, he wasn’t wrong at all. It was some of the best sex that I’d ever had in my life. I knew given better circumstances, he probably would’ve fucked me harder than that.

It was sad to see that he wasn’t in bed with me. I wasn’t sure if last night was a onetime thing or what. When I sat up in bed, I noticed a note on the nightstand.

I had to run off somewhere. I shouldn’t be gone too long. I got two men outside the door in case you need them.

At least I knew that he got up and left for a reason and I hadn’t run him off. Whenever he made it back, I needed to pry his mind and see where things were going from here.

Getting up from bed, I went into the bathroom just to find that the water was still in the tub from the night before. I never made it in there to take a bath. After Ghost put it on me last night, I went straight to sleep and slept like a baby. That was some of the best sleep that I’d gotten in a while.

I let the water out the tub and then turned on the shower before going over to wash my face and brush my teeth. As I stared at my reflection, thoughts of Ghost slipped right back into my mind. Damn, now I saw why that girl Chris didn’t want to leave his house. That man was slinging some dick.

Stepping over into the shower, I cleaned myself and hummed the first song that came to mind. The mood I was in, I just knew nobody would be able to destroy it.

Once I was done with my shower, I dried off and went into the bedroom to find something to toss on. Since I worked so much the day before, I decided that I wasn’t going to go into the office today. Grabbing my phone, I dialed Brielle’s number.

“Yes, ma’am?” She answered the phone on the second ring.

“I’m not coming into the office today. If anyone is looking for me, tell them I’m unavailable.”

“Yes, ma’am.”