Page 35 of Hot Ghoul Summer

“So you don’t have to.” His fingers curl and flex, like he’s trying to stay in control.

Fat chance. My misfiled fight or flight adrenaline doesn’t give me the option of fighting him anymore, and Theo Cross and Gary The Bastard aren’t here for me to attack, so vigorous fucking and mind-melting orgasms it is.

“I know I don’t have to. I want to.” I work my mouth up and down him several times, my fist closing over his shaft to work my spit all around, creating a slippery path for my pussy to follow.

For the first couple of minutes, Toby makes inarticulate moans and gasps. Then, his sounds turn into groans, and his voice rumbles out, low and gritty. His accent makes me think of the rough parts of London and the PBS crime dramas my mother used to watch.

“You want me?” he asks.

“Apparently.”

“Sex? Or me?”

Damn it. I dig my hands into his hip bones and pull myself up with one last, long lick. I probably look awful, but Toby stares up at me with an open mouth, staring like I’m a goddess.

“Molly...” his little whisper is incongruous with the tentacle-tongued skull-headed beast who literally made my eyes cross last night.

I don’t know if he’s a good guy—but I know he’s a better guy. And right now, my options are limited to death by bad guys who act like monsters or life with the better guy (who happens to be a monster).

If I choose wrong today, it might not matter soon.

You only live once.

“For now, it’s both. It’s you and sex.” I place a kiss on his awestruck mouth, still smiling inside because all things considered, shouldn’t I be the dumbfounded one? As he kisses me back, I line up my slit with his hardness, then sink my hips down in one long, swift push.

“Ohhh, fuck!” The words burst from my lips against his mouth—so full, almost too full.

Toby says nothing, only digs his fingers into the place where my neck meets my scalp, my hair in his grip as he kisses me hungrily. “Molly, Oh, God, Molly...” Hungry little whispers. Desperate little whispers.

He’s so powerful. I’ve seen it. Right now, I can feel it, the way he tugs me down to him and grinds his hips up.

For several minutes, there’s nothing but biting, lip-pulling kisses, bodies locked in a wave of thrust and squeeze as I milk his cock with my needy pussy and he shoves himself deeper inside of me, body shaking slightly under mine.

Like he’s never wanted anything so badly.

Like I’m everything he’s ever dreamed of.

It’s intoxicating, and I know it can’t be real.

But... a three-headed dog who creates ghost moths can’t be real, either, and I’ve seen it. Grim Reapers aren’t real, but one is under me, writhing in pleasure.

Time to turn my brain off and just enjoy. This could be the last sex of my life. At least it’s also the best sex of my life!

“You feel so good. Too good,” Toby runs his hands under my shirt and then lifts it off over my head. My breasts fall free, and he buries his face between them with a sigh. He captures one nipple, then the other, while squeezing my breasts in time with the squeezing of my pussy on his hardness.

“You feel good, too,” I manage to moan before I pull myself back, sitting up straight to pull him in deeper.

“Deeper is what my Moll likes,” he says as if reading my thoughts. With a grunt, he sits up and swings his legs over the bed, locking his arms around my waist to keep me pinned to him.

“Oh, yeah, baby. Just like this.” I bounce him on as I sit on his lap, able to use my knees on the outsides of his hips for perfect leverage.

“Wait.” Toby rises, still holding me, and when he puts me back down, my hips are on a pink wedge that feels like it's made of clouds and cashmere.

“This house is ridiculous,” I whimper as he withdraws from me.

“I hope we get to come back to it,” Toby groans, pulling my hips to the very edge of the cushion and burying himself inside of me. With a satisfied grin, he pulls my legs against his chest and proceeds to absolutely hammer me.

Wetness splashes out of me and down my cheeks, soaking his now bare thighs. At some point, his pants fell to the ground. His shirt is mostly unbuttoned, letting me see perfectly smooth moon-white skin.

---