A beast of a ghost

Chapter 7

**Entering ghosts prospective**

Fuck, my head is pounding like a motherfucker. What the bloody hell happened last night? I can barely remember a damn thing. But one thing's for sure, the taste of debauchery is lingering on my tongue, and it's not just from the booze.

As I stumble out of bed, my naked body aching and covered in a mix of sweat and dried cum, a delicious aroma wafts into my nostrils. The smell of breakfast. Ah, it seems someone has been busy in the kitchen.

With a balaclava-clad face, I make my way down the stairs, my body feeling both sore and satisfied. And there she is, looking all innocent and shit, flipping pancakes on the stove. She's got that glow about her, like she's been thoroughly fucked and loved every goddamn second of it.

I lean against the kitchen counter, my eyes fixed on her, a smirk tugging at the corner of my lips. "So, what's the occasion, love? Trying to butter me up with pancakes after last night's festivities?" I chuckle, the memory of our wild fucking still hazy but oh-so-arousing.

She turns towards me, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Well, you did quite a number on me, you filthy beast. Figured I'd return the favor with a hearty breakfast to nurse your hungover arse."

I can't help but laugh, the throbbing in my head momentarily forgotten. "Well, ain't that sweet. Feeding me after you've had your fill. Guess we make quite the pair, don't we?"

She smirks back at me, a hint of devilishness in her gaze. "You bet your tight arse we do. Now sit your ass down and let me take care of you, Ghost."

And so, as we sit down to devour the feast she's prepared, I can't help but wonder what other memories I've lost from the night before. But for now, I'll savor the taste of her cooking and the remnants of our passionate escapades. And who knows? Maybe the night will bring another round of dirty, unforgettable fun. But until then, I'll enjoy the blissful aftermath with a satisfied grin on my face.

"Here's breakfast" she says as she sets down a plate of pancakes on the table

As she sets down a plate of steaming hot pancakes on the table, I can't help but appreciate the effort she's put into it. The golden-brown discs of deliciousness are stacked high, a generous drizzle of maple syrup cascading down their sides, tempting me with their sweet aroma.

I look up at her, my eyes fixed on her, a mixture of hunger and desire. "Well, well, well, aren't you a domestic goddess? Making me breakfast like a proper housewife after all the filthy things we got up to last night." I smirk, my gaze lingering on her, imagining the taste of her skin and the sounds she made when I took her.

She smirks back, her eyes brimming with mischief. "Oh, don't get it twisted, Ghost. Just because I can whip up a mean breakfast doesn't mean I'm going soft on you. I still expect you to ravish me like the beast you are."

I chuckle, my voice low and gravelly. "Oh, you can count on that, love. But first, let me dig into these mouthwatering pancakes. Gotta fuel up for round two, don't I?"

Without wasting another second, I grab my fork and knife, cutting into the fluffy pancakes with precision. The syrup oozes out, mingling with the buttery goodness, and my taste buds explode with pleasure as I take the first bite.

"Mmm, fuck yes," I groan, savoring the perfect combination of sweetness and warmth. Each bite sends a jolt of satisfaction through my body, replenishing my energy and lifting the post-coital fog from my mind.

She watches me intently, her eyes filled with a mix of pride and desire. "Glad you're enjoying them. But remember, Ghost, you're not done with me yet. I expect some serious fucking after you've cleaned that plate."

I lift my eyes to meet hers, a lustful fire burning within me. "Oh, don't you worry, darling. Once I'm done devouring this breakfast, I'll be sure to devour every inch of you. You'll be begging for more by the time I'm through."

And so, as I continue to feast on the delectable pancakes, I can feel the anticipation growing between us. The morning sun illuminates our desire, and I can't wait to finish my meal so I can indulge in the sinful pleasures that await us.

"Now fuck me on the counter" She says looking up at me with puppy eyes

I smirk devilishly as she looks up at me with those pleading puppy eyes. Leaning against the counter, I set the half-finished plate of pancakes aside, my hunger for her now surpassing my appetite for breakfast.

"Fuck you on the counter, huh?" I chuckle, my voice dripping with anticipation. "You really know how to get me going, don't you?"

I step closer, my eyes locked with hers, the intensity building with every passing moment. "Get ready, love," I growl, my voice low and commanding. "Because I'm about to take you to heights you've never fucking reached before."

I reach out, running my fingers through her hair, gripping it tight to assert my dominance. With a swift motion, I pull her towards me, her body pressing against mine. The granite countertop digs into her back, but she doesn't flinch. She's ready for this, just as eager as I am.

My hands roam across her body, fumbling with the fabric that separates us from our desires. I rip her shirt open, buttons flying in all directions, exposing her luscious tits, the sight of them making my cock twitch with anticipation.

"God damn, you're fucking gorgeous," I hiss, my eyes fixated on her bare chest. Without hesitation, I lower my mouth to capture one of her hardened nipples, sucking and biting it with a ferocity that matches my hunger.

She moans in response, her hands gripping the edges of the countertop for support as her body arches against me. I don't hold back, lost in the primal need to possess her completely.

With a swift motion, I lift her up, her legs wrapping tightly around my waist. The cool surface of the countertop presses against my exposed skin, but the heat between us quickly overrides any discomfort.

As I position myself at her entrance, I can feel her wetness, a testament to her desire. She's slick and ready for me, and I waste no time in plunging deep into her, filling her up with every inch of my pulsating cock.

Her moans fill the room, a symphony of pleasure mingling with the sounds of our bodies colliding with a passionate rhythm. I pound into her relentlessly, my hips crashing against hers, each thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through both our bodies.

"Bloody hell, you're tight," I growl, my voice strained with the effort to hold back my imminent release. But tonight, I want to push her to the edge, make her beg for release until she's trembling in my arms.

With one hand on her hip, I reach down with the other to tease her clit, flicking it with my thumb in perfect sync with my powerful thrusts. Her whimpered moans fill the air, growing louder and more desperate with each passing second.

"You want to cum, don't you?" I pant, my own need for release barely contained. "Beg for it, you filthy little slut. Beg for your release."

Her eyes meet mine, desire and submission shining bright. "Please, Ghost," she moans, her voice pleading. "Please make me cum. I need it so fucking bad."

The sound of her desperate plea is all it takes. I let go of the restraint, releasing the building pressure within me. A primal roar tears through my lips as I cum deep inside her, my hot seed filling her up. The sensation of my orgasm triggers her own, her body convulsing in pleasure, her walls clenching around my pulsating cock.

We ride the waves of ecstasy together, lost in the intoxication of our shared pleasure. And as we come down from our highs, our bodies glistening with sweat, we find solace in the chaotic rhythm of our desires, knowing that this is just the beginning of a wild, depraved journey we're about to embark on.