Resurrecting Ghosts (Kings of Chaos 4)

“I’ll just take the couch,” Bolton says.

“Thanks for watching them. We’ll remember this when it comes time for you to prospect,” Skull says.

“I’ll remember that,” Bolton replies as he flops down on the couch.

Skull cups my ass cheeks, massaging them roughly, as he carries us further down the hallway. I nip at his bottom lip and scratch the nape of his neck lightly with my fingernails. He shudders and I grin. Gotcha. I trail the tip of my tongue over the abused skin of his bottom lip and suck it into my mouth. His groan rumbles through his body as I squeeze my thighs and roll my hips.

“You’re playing with fire, little girl.”

“It’s okay I’m a fire tamer. Can’t you tell by my hair?”

He chuckles. “That mouth.”

“Why don’t you put it to better use?” I taunt him, knowing the punishment will be a delicious pay off.

“You telling me what to do, Mama?”

“Gently suggesting,” I retort with a wink.

He guides me into the lavender bedroom I’ve come to think of as my sanctuary and lowers me to the brand new King size bed he insisted we needed to buy. He pushes my white skirt up around my waist and caresses my pussy through my black panties. “Always so wet for me.”

“I see you and a river runs between my legs.”

“Keep saying shit like that, and I’m going to turn that plump ass of yours up.”

“Please do,” I purr.

“Get that face down and that ass up, Mama.” He moves back to sit on his heels.

I scramble to all fours and stick my ass out, swaying it from side to side. He delivers a firm slap and I cream my panties.

“You liked that a little too much. I’m supposed to be punishing you.” He slaps the other cheek alternating for nineteen more strokes.

My flesh stings and my core throbs.

“Spread your legs. Wider.”

I comply, stretching myself out, until he’s pleased. He bends down and buries his face between my legs, nudging my engorged clit with his nose.

I whimper.

“Don’t you come until I tell you to,” he says in his stern voice.

I push back the orgasm and breathe deeply.

“Good girl.” He strokes my hair and I swear I’m about to melt into a puddle. He hooks his thumbs under the sides of my underwear and works them down my body and off my feet.

I’m not surprised he keeps my heels on.

“Look at that pink flesh.” He rubs his hand over my tender skin, soothing it as he places kisses over my ass. He bites down and I arch my back. “So responsive.” He slips his hands between my trembling thighs and rolls my clit between his calloused fingers. I rock my body toward him. “No, on my terms tonight.”

I bite down on the inside of my cheek and go still. He leaves the bed, and I fist the sheet. The clink of his belt buckle sets my heart to top speed.

“You’re so beautiful waiting for my next command.”

The bed dips with his weight. I hold my breath. He slides his thick cock between my lips, tapping my bundle of nerves with every thrust. Tease. He slips the tip in and pauses. I breathe heavily, contracting my muscles. “That greedy pussy is trying to tempt me.” He slams into the hilt, and I bury my face in the sheets t

o keep from waking the neighbors. He pulls out and smacks my ass. “Move with me, Mama.” I grip the cotton sheets and grind my ass into him, meeting him stroke for stroke.