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I watched as he pulled his dick out and stroked it slowly, his green eyes filled with want.

"Do you have any idea what I want to do to you right now?"

I shook my head, not sure what I would even say if I could say anything.

He chuckled as he continued to stroke himself.

"Touch yourself for me." His words sent a shiver up my spine. Nervously, I let my fingers wander between my legs and gingerly slid my fingers through the folds, noting the wetness.

“Fuck, you’re a real sweet girl, aren’t you?” His deep voice sent goosebumps popping along my skin. “Taste yourself for me.”

I blinked, nervous about doing such a thing.

“What’s wrong? Scared?” He let out a soft laugh. “Don’t be scared. I promise that pussy tastes like magic, baby. Do it. It’ll make me so fucking turned on to see you do that for me.”

I drew in a calming breath and put my damp fingers to my lips, and sucked on them. The groan that slipped from his lips made me ache with want inside.

“Fuck, what are you doing to me, specter?” he called out, stroking himself faster. “I want you to come with me, baby. Fuck your tight pussy with your fingers.”

I’d never done anything like this before.

Nearly deciding this was too much for me, I paused, the little bit of darkness peeking out to survey what I was doing.

Maybe it wasn’t darkness. Maybe it was bravery. Bravery that was angry and fed up with being who I was. I wanted to be more. I wanted people to know I couldn’t be messed with. I couldn’t be pushed around.

I’d spent my life being a ghost.

That needed to end.

But fear. . . fear was who I was right now.

“Specter?” Church’s deep voice interrupted my confusing thoughts.

I squeezed my eyelids closed and ran my fingers through my damp folds, the sparks of electricity soaring through me.

With my breathing ragged, I touched myself for Church, earning his groan of approval.

“Push a finger into your pussy for me. There you go. That’s my girl,” he rasped.

Opening my eyes again, I slid my finger in and out for him, doing everything he demanded of me.

“Fuck yourself for me, baby. Two fingers. Perfect. There you go. God, you look so fucking perfect right now.” His movements had become faster, his breathing heavier. “Rub your clit now. Yeah, just like that. Go faster for me. Can you go faster?”

I did as he instructed, the heat slowly taking hold of me.

“Squeeze your tit, specter. Yes, perfect. Like that. You enjoy touching yourself for me?”

I nodded, feeling breathless from the impending pleasure stirring between my legs.

“Fuck, you look good like that. When I get home, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll scream for me. I love it when you scream.”

I worked my finger quicker, continuing to squeeze my breast, before I rolled my nipple between my fingers.

“Look at me. Eyes on me, specter,” he grunted, his hand moving like a blur along his cock. “When you come, I want me to be the one you see. Understand?”

I let out a soft whimper of confirmation that made him groan.

It hit me like a ton of bricks. The heat. The pleasure. It rolled through my body.

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