Page 38 of Ghosts of Halloween

I fucking hate him, I think as I still, buried deep inside her, doing just as Caden said. Creaming her good.

“There it is,” he says, coming so close in his excitement, he bumps into me. “Fuck, Jack. You did good.”

He steps back, and Harlow moans, barely holding up. We pant, our breaths mixing, until her legs fall down, weak and shaky, and I help her catch her balance. I reveal myself, and Harlow startles, eyes focusing on my face.

“Better, princess?” I ask, and she nods, but I see how vulnerable and lost she is right now.

I hug her, stroking her smooth, heaving back, and just hold her close like it’s the last fucking time. If I don’t figure something out, it very well might be. But she doesn’t have to know this. Not yet.

I kiss my princess gently, my lips soft on hers, and let her go.

“Good. You’ll get more in a minute.”

I turn to Caden, whose cock is tucked away, the hard ridge prominent in his jeans, and move out of the way.

“She’s all yours.”

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Caden

As I stand there and watch the little bird, Jack’s cum dripping down her thighs, I hear a floorboard creak behind me. That makes me grin, my cock pulsing with growing desire. I hoped Silas would turn up, and here he is. He’s invisible, unable to admit how much he wants to take part in this, but he’s here.

I bet he’ll enjoy watching as I fuck her. It will be a first, and it’s long overdue.

“Such a dirty girl, aren’t you, Harlow?” I ask, coming closer.

She startles, those wide eyes turning to me, and I curse inwardly. She’s so fucking young. It almost seems taboo, but hell, I’m so beyond caring. Nothing matters, because this night is all I have, and I will milk it to the fullest. After this, there is nothing for me. So I’ll take what I want, because there’s no reason not to.

Dying does that to a man.

“Full of his cum,” I say, my voice growing hoarse with the desire I barely hold back. “Yet begging for more. You’re a filthy little slut, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

She blushes, those smooth, young cheeks burning red as she presses her thighs together.

“It’s both for you, isn’t it?” I ask, smirking, because now I know it for sure. “My dirty girl likes to be praised, but you love getting the other end of thestick just as much. Well, then. Will you be my good little cumslut, Harlow? Will you give me this dirty little cunt to fuck?”

She stares at me, breathless, her face a perfect picture of wantonness, and I grab it in both hands, running my thumbs up her cheeks, warming my dead fingers with the heat of her blush.

This gives me such a thrill. Knowing she’s fucked so many guys, and yet, I can reduce her to those virginal blushes. I’m the one making her speechless and overwhelmed with desire. She was just fucked. She came all over Jack’s dick, and still, she wants me. It’s exhilarating.

I wonder if Silas has taken his cock out of his pants yet. I fucking want him to jerk off while watching this. His presence makes it absolutely irresistible.

Though, it would be a treat even without him.

She makes me so fucking horny. The little bird is in my power, but I am under her spell, too. I think she’s too innocent to know this, though. Poor baby’s had too many young bucks who only wanted to stick their dicks somewhere warm and wet.

“Have you ever been with a grown man, Harlow?” I ask, cradling her face as she watches me without blinking, panting in quick breaths that make her small, round boobs rise and fall. “Because we fuck different, you know. There’s an art to sex. It’s a power play, and I intend to play hard.”

She shivers, closing her eyes for a moment, and that floorboard creaks again. On the other side of the room, Jack stands, vibrating with tension, his dark eyes glued to our girl. I know he has a hard time sharing, and it makes it all the sweeter.

I’ll make her scream my name for him. And then, for a few blessed moments, everyone in this room will be completely in my power.

I can bottom like a king. But when I snatch the power back, I do it with a vengeance.

“This makes you feel good, doesn’t it?” I whisper, slowly stroking down Harlow’s face and neck, down the soft lines of her shoulders and her armsuntil my fingers meet carbon fiber, and Harlow hisses, her pupils going so wide, her eyes seem black. “But you liked my mouth on your pussy just as much as you like this, hm? Tell me, sweetheart.”

She licks her lips nervously, her throat bobbing, and I press my fingers to her trachea, tracing its shape as she swallows again. When she still doesn’t speak, I lean closer, breathing her in.

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