Page 42 of Ghosts of Halloween

My finger lubed up, I slowly push it in, and Harlow squeezes around it reflexively.

“Keep sucking, little bird. That’s all you need to do. Polish that cock with your tongue like a good little slut.”

Jack groans, and Harlow trembles, goosebumps running down her back. I move my finger inside her until she relaxes, and I thrust in and out, lubing her up.

“There you go. You’re taking this finger so well, sweetheart. Keep working on that cock. Suck on it like it’s your pacifier. Just like that, baby girl.”

Jack’s breathing picks up, and he strokes Harlow’s head, nape, and shoulders. She leans the top of her head against his stomach to help her stay in position and just holds the head of his cock in her mouth, her cheeks working.

I remove my finger and go back to massaging her opening, now much less tense. With my other hand, I reach around to tease her clit.

Behind me, there is a low huff of disdain, and I look over my shoulder. Silas is furious, his hands balled, his jaw working as he stares at Harlow with eyes full of hate.

Uh-oh.

“What’s wrong, teddy bear?” I ask, aiming for a joking tone, though my voice comes out guarded.

“It wasn’t supposed to be like this,” he whispers, his hand jerking to Harlow, who now rocks into my touch, her soft moans muffled by Jack’s cock.

“She wasn’t supposed to enjoy it.” Silas’s voice is so low, I don’t think the other two can hear him, preoccupied as they are. “And I get Jack, he’s a goner, but you? I thought you were on my side.”

I frown, looking back to Harlow. As I slowly circle her clit, I push two fingers into her, and she cries out, the sound sinking into Jack’s cock. He gasps, his hips jerking up, and I pull out and thrust back in, working the tightness out of her.

When I look back at Silas, he’s trembling with anger, his teeth grinding so hard together, I hear the sound they make.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“Are you jealous?” I murmur, low enough not to disturb Harlow and Jack. The scene plays out perfectly, and I’m determined to finish on my terms.

Silas’s nostrils flare, and he steps closer, his body vibrating with fury.

“It’s not the fucking point,” he spits out quietly, so vicious, I flinch. “This is not what we agreed on.”

I study his face, thinking how to calm him down so he doesn’t ruin this for me. Because Silas is clearly ready to blow up. And when he’s in a rage, nobody’s safe.

“It’s not,” I finally acknowledge in a whisper while Jack murmurs something in Harlow’s ear, encouraging her. “But it’s what I want tonight. You’ll get your turn, I promise. And you can do whatever you want. I won’t hold you back.”

His eyes flash, and he settles back with a sharp nod. I turn to Harlow, doing my best to push all thoughts of the future out of my head.

Seize the moment, old man.

I thrust two fingers back inside, and she opens for me beautifully, still tight but not tense. I get up and take off my pants.

I’ll seize the fuck out of it. Before Silas breaks Harlow into pieces, I’ll get to fuck her at least once.

So this is it. One final time before everything crumbles to dust.

24

Harlow

I feel delirious, like I’m stuck in a dream I can’t wake up from. My body’s overloaded, but it keeps taking more. As impossible as it sounds, I’m slowly climbing toward another orgasm. I went from being unable to come to getting multiple Os.

It’s a night of wonders.

Caden is meticulous, preparing me so I can take him, and as he fills my ass with his fingers and teases my clit, I honestly appreciate his experience and dedication. If he keeps going like this, I might get a thing for older guys.

Or maybe just for him. Caden’s touch, so precise and confident, gives me sparks that burst right in my clit, and with every spark, I want him more. I want him to fuck me.

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