I Kissed A Ghoul by Kat Baxter
Chapter 6
Reid
Those reality show chicks who are famous for their asses have nothing on my girl. I nibble and kiss along the juicy curve of her behind. I slide one hand between her legs and her arousal is leaking down her thighs.
“Goddamn, you’re so wet. Do you want me to make you come?”
“I want you inside me, Reid. I feel so empty.”
Her words are like a vice around my dick. I grab my wallet and pull out a condom. “Sit down on the edge of the bed,” I tell her. I unfasten my pants and pull my cock out of my boxers and roll the condom on. Her blue-green eyes are locked onto my erection and she licks her lips.
“You see something you like, Peach?”
She smiles and looks up at me, then nods.
I walk to her and put my hand on her neck and lower my mouth to kiss her. Our tongues tangle and slide together and I’m ready to propose to this woman right now. I knew that we would be good together. But I never imagined it would be like this. I pull away and press her downward so that her back is on the bed.
“Give me your legs, Ainsley.” She lifts them up and I hug them to my chest with one arm, while I use my free hand to slide my dick through her wet folds. I do this several times, pressing barely into her entrance, then sliding back up to rub my cockhead against her clit.
She lowers one leg so her foot is pressed flat to the bed, effectively opening herself more to me. I slide myself inside her until my balls slap her ass.
“Wow, you feel good,” she moans.
“You’re so damn tight. Christ.” I put my thumb to her clit and make small circles over the little nub until I can tell she’s getting close. Then I start pumping my hips. Pull out, then push back in over and over, slow and methodical, all the while making that tight circle on her clit.
Her fingers are digging into the sheets, clawing for purchase as I fuck her.
“Reid. Oh shit. Yes,” she breathes.
“You going to come for me? I want you to squeeze my cock so good with that tight pussy of yours.”
Her eyes widen and she shatters around me, crying my name. I close my eyes and stave off my own release. When her body relaxes, I pull out and kick off the rest of my clothes, then I lay flat on the bed.
“Reverse cowgirl, Peach. I wanna watch that ass while you ride me.”
She bites down on her lip, but nods. Then she straddles my hips, facing away from me, grabs my dick and lowers herself onto me.
The view is fucking outstanding. I love my girl’s pretty face, but this right here is what filthy fantasies are made of. She rises up and bounces up and down on my dick and I squeeze and smack her ass while she does it.
She leans forward, bracing her hands on the bed and she rides me. The slide of her wet pussy up and down my cock is exquisite and fuck, I want to come. But I want her to come again first.
“Can you come like this?” I ask.
“I think so,” she says, her voice breathy. “You’re pressing right up on my g-spot. Fuck that’s good.”
I squeeze her ass some more, watching my dick disappear into her wet channel. So damn sexy. It’s better than any porn I’ve ever seen.
Her moans grow louder and more intense.
“Oh God, Reid, I’m going to come again.”
“Yeah, Peach, you come all over my cock.”
I watch her pretty pink skin pulse with her climax and it’s all it takes to lose myself in the pleasure. The contractions of her orgasm milk my own and I come with a roar of her name.
She slides off me and collapses onto the bed next to me.
I jump up to dispose of the condom and get a damp cloth to wipe her off, then I climb into the bed behind her and spoon her naked body.
“Give me twenty minutes and we can do it again.”
And that makes her laugh.
***
I lay there in the post-coital glow just watching Ainsley sleep. It’s official, I’ve become a fucking creeper.
I don't want to sleep. I just want to watch her. For hours. Years, probably. Maybe she’ll think it’s romantic though like that dude from that vampire book.
She’s a sound sleeper, my Peach.
But I know, in this moment, that I don’t want to have any more mornings without her by my side. She’s it for me. She always has been. But there are things that need to be handled before I can tell her how I feel.
I slip out of bed and quietly dress. I stop by the front desk and order room service to be delivered in a few hours. Then I leave because I can’t be with her right now. Soon, but not now.
