Page 26 of Ghosts of Halloween

“See? I knew you’d like this,” I whisper in her ear, running my fingers up her jaw. “My dirty princess likes to watch fucking, don’t you? And do you like being watched, too? If it were you down there instead of Ca… Strangler, and I were up here watching you getting your ass fingered, how would that feel?”

She rubs her thighs together, and I suck in a breath when she grinds on me, my cock pulsing in her sweet cunt.

“Tell me, princess. How would that feel?” I ask, not caring that my voice is rough.

I need her to say it. My girl is filthy, made for so much more than all the mediocre sex she’s had, even if she doesn’t know it yet. She’s fucking perfect for me, for us, and I’m going to make her see it.

“H-hot,” she moans, grinding against me again. “That would be… oh, my God… But I don’t…”

“Shh,” I whisper in her ear, stroking her cheek with my knuckles. “Don’t think. Just feel. What do you feel?”

“You,” she breathes out, relaxing in my hold, and my fucking heart swells. “You, inside me. You, holding me. I wish I could see you. Know your name.”

I laugh, gritty and hoarse, and pull back slowly. We both hiss, and I glide back in, one barbell at a time, my girl so fucking tight and slick, I’m in heaven. So perfect.

“You’ll see me soon enough,” I promise.

But before that happens, I need to fuck her. I need to have her like this, pliant and open, because once she learns who we are… I push that thought away, clenching my jaw.

We’ll deal with it when we get there.

Silas puts the lube away and wipes his hands. He kneels behind Caden but doesn’t mount him yet. Just moves his dick between Caden’s ass cheeks while jerking him off rough and fast with his hand. I’ve seen enough of their fucking to know he’ll leave him on the edge of orgasm and fuck him then, making Caden crazy with need.

Harlow breathes so fast, her chest shakes with it, and I shush her again, fucking her slowly. She moans when I drag against her, my cock moving easily in her sweet cunt.

“You make it fit so well, baby girl,” I murmur in her ear, caressing her right shoulder with my fingertips. “You were made just for me, you know? Such a perfect girl for me.”

She cries out, her cunt clenching around me. In front of us, Caden’s bucking into Silas’s hand, his face contorted, eyes wide open and glassy. As I glide into Harlow, filling her perfectly with my cock, Silas pulls back, and Caden groans with disappointment, his body shaking, right on the brink of orgasm.

I pull back when Silas lines his cock with Caden’s asshole.

As he thrusts, I thrust, and both Caden and Harlow moan, their voices in perfect sync.

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Harlow

This is the filthiest, most erotic sex I’ve ever had. And it says something, considering how many guys I’ve fucked.

But not one of them has come even close to this. I’ve never had a pierced cock inside me, but it’s more than that. These three men worked magic for me.

A part of that is all the care they’ve given me. Groomer still makes an effort to give me sparks, even though I’m properly aroused now. I’m wet, I feel everything, and his cock inside me feels divine. It doesn’t burn anymore, just presses in good and tight. I can almost map out how he’s pierced based on the feeling of him alone.

Seems like that orgasm unlocked something, and sensation flooded back in.

He could just fuck me, and it would feel amazing. And yet, he keeps trailing his fingers over my skin, making little dazzling bursts go off inside, filling my chest with something bubbly and just—so good. At the same time, I climb another high, his cock pressing into all the right places.

I’m hypersensitive now that I can finally feel.

He bottoms out inside me and doesn’t pull back, grinding into me, and I moan. He fills me so good. I wish I could see his cock. I bet it’s glorious.

Fuck. I was never much into cocks—they didn’t give me sparks, after all—but his? I’m so curious, and I know I’d blow him. I’d blow each of them, actually.With pleasure.

Butcher would have to close his eyes and pretend a guy was doing him.

When Groomer growls in my ear, I realize I’m giggling. There is still too much good stuff in my brain, and I’m loopy.

“I’m sorry,” I gasp out, focusing on the scene in front of me to get back on track. “It’s just… I’m happy. And I don’t know what to do with it.”

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