Page 56 of Pumpkin Spice & Poltergeist

“Please,” Jordyn whispered, bucking her hips and squirming as if trying to direct my mouth to her dripping pussy.

“Please what?” I blew across her waxed flesh, her skin rippling with goose bumps.

She groaned. “Fuck me, Harlow.”

“Ask and you shall receive,” I taunted, brushing a kiss to her mound.

I wanted to hear her say it. I wanted no confusion this time. I wanted it to be perfectly clear that I was doing exactly what she wanted me to do. Even if her body was telling me all the right things, nothing got me off more than hearing a hot girl demanding pleasure from me.

“Don’t stop,” she panted, and that wanton demand unleashed me.

I dropped to my forearms, spreading her wider, opening her like my own fucking feast. I gave one long, lingering lick up her sex that made her cry out before focusing my attention on her swollen clit.

“Goddess!” Jordyn shouted, her hand fisting into my hair as my tongue worked her over.

I circled her in slow licks, building speed with the increasingly desperate sounds she made, rewarding her for each moan. I sucked her clit and she mewled, gripping my hair tighter.

She was the sweetest fucking violin, and God, I loved playing her.

“More,” she pleaded. “I need more.”

I hummed my pleasure against her, wanting her to know exactly how much I loved it when she told me what she wanted. I circled two fingers around her sopping entrance, then dipped in and out, working my way deeper and massaging her inner walls. The sound of her moans set me on fire.

With my other hand, I slid my fingers over my clit, desperate for some relief from the building pressure.

Fuck, I might come just from her sounds alone. Who knew fucking a witch could be so good? This was truly otherworldly.

I kept my rhythm steady until she was teetering on the edge. Her muscles were already flickering over my fingers, and I knew she was close to release. I added a little more pressure with my tongue, circling her clit in a way that pulled those long, low moans from her. I hooked my fingers inside her a little more, and that was all it took.

She shattered, coming undone, her pussy clenching around my fingers.

I rubbed myself faster, my own orgasm ripping through me, the rush of pressure giving way to euphoria.

Jordyn’s head dropped back onto the pillow, and she slung her forearm over her eyes. “Holy Goddess, Harlow,” she panted. “That was incredible.”

I kissed my way up her belly and rested there, letting the tension of my body ease against the smooth skin of her stomach. I loved hearing the rush of her heartbeat under my ear as my head rose and fell with each of her deep breaths.

And in that moment, a little knot formed in my stomach because I knew this was going to be more than sex between us. This witch was going to capture my heart.

I rubbed my eyes, enjoying the calm before our next round. My hands idly trailed down Jordyn’s smooth sides, tracing the dips in her hips and the swells of her thighs. But when I opened my eyes, I jolted into a seated position.

There was someone standing in the corner of the room, watching us. The vision flickered, and I screamed.

Jordyn bolted upright. “What is it?”

I pointed to the apparition in the corner. “Ghost!”

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JORDYN

Ascream rang in my ears, and I realized it was my own, my throat shredding as Harlow’s body flew across the room.

“Lou!” I shouted as Lou pinned Harlow to the wall. “Put her down! Now!”

Harlow’s feet kicked out fruitlessly, only connecting with air and a small dresser.

“Lou?” Harlow croaked, her hands flying to her neck and clawing. “As in your dead ex-girlfriend, Lou?”

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