Page 77 of Ghosts of Halloween

“Yes, Jack, please!”

It’s embarrassingly obvious when I rub my thighs, hunting for friction. Jack gives me a wolfish grin, walking me back until my ass hits the wall. He kisses me deeply, our tongues pressing together, and then turns me fast so my back is to him.

My arms rise automatically to help me stay balanced, and Jack catches my stump, holding the blunt end in his big, warm palm. His other hand slides down my waist to my hip, and then around, long fingers dipping between my legs.

“Fuck,” he breathes, pressing closer until I’m mashed between him and the wall. “That much? Fuck, baby.”

He doesn’t wait for a response, but tilts my hips roughly back, spreading my cheeks. For a moment, I think he’ll take my ass again, but Jack notches his cock at my pussy and slowly pushes in, releasing a shaky breath.

“This will never get old,” he murmurs when his hips are flush with my ass, his cock fully seated inside me. “How does it feel, princess? How do you like being stuffed so full?”

“Perfect,” I gasp, my muscles clenching around him as I try to adjust to his girth and the barbells. I’ve had his cock inside me multiple times tonight, but it still takes work to accommodate him.

“You’re right,” he says, warm fingers stroking up my stump as he slowly pulls back. “It’s perfect.”

He glides deep inside, so slowly, I can discern individual barbells pressing into my soft tissue. My breath hitches when he bottoms out, our bodies kissing, and pulls back again, a bit faster. When he thrusts back in, it’s with a hard slam of his hips, and I cry out at the impact.

“That’s my girl,” Jack snarls, pounding into me until I stand on tiptoes, the nails of my left hand scrabbling down the wall for purchase. “Taking every fucking inch. There you go. My perfect girl.”

Every thrust reverberates inside me, driving the tightness up and up, until I’m practically sobbing, my body jerking with every slam of his hips. He fucks me so hard, I can barely breathe, and yet I love it. He wants me so much, he can’t help himself.

No one’s ever fucked me with such desperation before.

When Jack grips my throat tight with both hands, cutting off my air, I teeter on the edge for a precarious moment until I plunge, my orgasm slamming into me in time with his hips. My vision blacks out with starbursts and I choke on my trapped moans, spasming hard around his cock.

When he releases my throat and air comes rushing in, I come again, or maybe keep coming, my body wracked by blissful shockwaves. Jack speeds up, fucking me with all his might, until he pushes so deep, it hurts, and comes, cock throbbing deep inside me.

We’re locked in that orgasmic bliss, both breathing hard, until my body unclenches. I relax against him, and Jack presses his forehead to the back of my head with a shaky laugh.

“We’ll go out with a bang, won’t we, princess?”

44

Silas

When we enter the room upstairs, Harlow and Jack are sitting on the floor, curled into each other, their legs tangled. Her prosthetic is off, Jack’s fingers caressing her stump while she shivers. I bite back a scoff. So he finally got it off her. Jack’s using his last night with a body to make all his wet dreams come true.

They look up when Caden clears his throat, Harlow’s eyes bright yet tired, the shadows lining them dark. She cleaned up at some point, her face free of the smudged makeup. So pale, drawn, and yet sweet, her features seem younger without the paint.

“Done saying your goodbyes?” I ask, folding my arms on my chest.

Jack gives me a shit-eating grin instead of answering and slides his hand between Harlow’s thighs, making her gasp. I force myself not to react when I see what he’s doing.

He gathers his cum that slid down her legs and pushes it back up her cunt, glancing at me and Cay with a smirk. Caden isn’t as good at controlling himself as I am, or maybe he doesn’t care that we’ll see how it affects him. “Fuck,” he murmurs, taking a step closer. “Come on, spread wide, pet. Let us see.”

No, he definitely doesn’t want to pretend he’s immune.

Harlow looks dazed and she lets Jack push her legs apart like she’s a ragdoll he can position as he wants. My dick swells with arousal, and I brieflywonder how the fuck it can still do that. I just fucked Caden and came so hard.

But maybe it’s the fact we’re not truly alive. Refractory period might not apply to embodied ghosts.

Or maybe it’s the vision of true death looming ahead. The last valiant effort of our bodies to get the biggest bang for our buck. I snort, eyes glued to Jack’s fingers moving slowly through the mess between Harlow’s legs. Yeah, I’m horny, though I won’t be fucking her cunt. That, at least, hasn’t changed.

“Come on, gentlemen,” Jack says, pushing two fingers deep inside Harlow until she gasps, arching her back. “One last ride. All of us together.”

Harlow takes a deep breath only to choke on Jack’s fingers, which he shoves deep in her mouth, his cum coating them. An angry snarl tears out of me before I can stop it, my hands itching for control. My cock throbs, good and hard already, and I have ideas.

“Can you take me one more time?” I murmur to Caden when he turns to look at me. “Or I could fuck Jack, I suppose,” I add in a louder voice, making Jack freeze as I shoot him a smirk.

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