Page 39 of Ghosts of Halloween

“Don’t be afraid of me, little bird,” I whisper in her ear, letting my lips brush her earlobe until goosebumps race down her skin. “There’s no getting out of this, so just give in. Tell me how much you want me. There’s no shame in that.”

I bite down gently until she gasps, and then lick her earlobe slowly as she makes a soft, broken sound. My hands settle on her hips, and I trace her hipbones with my thumbs, slowly kissing down her neck.

“Fuck,” my filthy girl finally speaks, her voice uneven and shaky. “I want you, all right? What you did with your mouth… No one has ever done that for me… um, so well.”

She breathes out in a rush, tensing, and I pull back, frowning at her.

“No one’s eaten you out before me?” I ask, feeling outraged on her behalf. “Sweetheart, that’s not fucking right.”

She presses her lips together, looking away, and now that hot blush doesn’t please me anymore. She’s ashamed, and she shouldn’t be. All those selfish pricks who didn’t know how to fuck a girl like her should fucking repent. I feel sorry for their girlfriends.

“Well, then,” I say when she still doesn’t answer.

My dirty slut is so out of her comfort zone, she can’t even speak, and I’m not about to go easy on her. I drop to my knees, and Harlow’s eyes snap to my face, her abashed expression changing into one of shock.

“But you can’t…”

“Can’t what?” I ask, running my hands up her thighs. “Eat out this naughty little cunt before I fuck you? This is mine right now, little bird. A little slut like you won’t tell me what to do with my things.”

“But Jack has just… hey!” she explodes, as I push hard on her knee, making her unbalanced and unable to continue as she widens her stance.

“I happen to like cum, little bird, just as you do,” I say, grinning when I hear Jack’s curse behind me and more floorboards creaking. “Put your leg on my shoulder, or I’ll fucking make you.”

“Caden…” she says, those young eyes full of doubt as she looks at me.

I don’t let her finish.

“That’s my name, little slut, and you’d better scream it when I make you come.”

I lower my shoulder, positioning it under her leg, and push up with her knee hooked over me. Harlow gasps and holds onto my hair for balance. I dive in, not letting her think any more.

We can all do with less thinking, because time’s running out.

She tastes like sex, and I lick her with relish as she moans, shaking not entirely from pleasure. Her grip on my head is tight enough to hurt, but I don’t mind. This is her taboo, it seems.

For me, licking a well-fucked pussy clean is a treat.

“The fuck, man,” Jack says, his voice hoarse, and I pull back.

“You’re delicious, little bird,” I tell her. “Tell me, is Jack touching himself?”

“You sick fuck,” Jack says just as Harlow answers, “He is.”

“Good. Tell Silas I’d like to eat his cum out of you even more.”

“But he’s not… Caden!”

She doesn’t finish, because I’m buried back between her legs, her lovely, swollen clit in my mouth.

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Harlow

This isn’t happening. It’s a dream. Because it can’t be real!

And even as those thoughts race through my head, I realize how warped I am. So I’m fine with ghosts, but I draw the line at a man sucking my clit after another man came inside me?

Or just a man eating me out, period.

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