Page 82 of Malice

“I promise I’m only here for good reasons. See? I’m not even looking.”

He has his back turned which I’m not sure even works when you’re a ghost, but okay.

“Just wanted to mention that you’re basically immune to infection or disease, Aster. It’s a perk. You can’t catch a cold or get cancer or anything in between. Fine print listed in the chapter on immunity.”

“Are you serious?”

“Very. You have to be healthy in this profession, and your increased immunity helps with the whole longevity business.”

“Why would that be in the fine print?”

Crash shrugs, peering over his shoulder. “Just for shits and giggles, I guess. You can bang freely.”

“Uh, thanks, but hey, if you weren’t watching, how did you know what we were talking about?”

Crash chuckles. “I said I wasn’t watching. I never said I wasn’t listening.”

He blips out of sight again, a hint of faint laughter trailing behind.

After a few seconds, Aster turns his head. “I guess that’s good news.”

I nod, biting my bottom lip. “I’ve never… Not without… It’s never been like that for me.”

Aster’s gaze softens and he reaches out to cup my cheek. “Same. If you’re not comfortable, we can do someth?—”

“I want this. I wanted it before I had this new information. Please.”

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” Aster rolls to his side, but I’m surprised when he wraps his arms around me and pulls me on top of him. “I want you to ride me. I want to see you get yourself off on my cock. I want you to come and I want to watch it happen.”

A shiver runs down my back but I nod, rubbing my ass against his erection. “You’re so damn sexy, Aster.”

He grabs his cock and nudges it into my crease. “Back at ya.”

I lean over to the nightstand and grab the lube bottle. Aster rubs my hips as he grinds his cock along my crease. I’m so excited my hands are shaking, but I manage to get the bottle open and pour some of the slick liquid into my hand.

Reaching behind me, I stroke Aster’s cock then tickle my hole with some of the lube. It’s gonna be a tight fit but the sting willremind me that I’m alive and well. Aster moans as he kneads my ass cheeks, pulling them open and nudging the head of his cock against my rim.

“I need to pace myself so I don’t blow the second I get inside you. I already know you’re going to feel like fucking paradise.”

“It’s been so long, Aster. Only my fingers and toys have been inside me.” I drag my fingernails down his chest. “And now you.”

“Fuck,” he moans, bucking his hips again.

My hole clenches in a futile attempt to pull him inside me. I rock my hips back and forth, constantly catching his thick tip until I grab his length and line him up.

As I slide down onto his shaft, my eyes roll back, and I’m left with my mouth gaping open, holding my breath, with my cock twitching and leaking streams of precum. The sting is close to unbearable, but equally delicious. Fuck, I have missed the feeling of another human being, aman, stretching me open as far as I can take it.

“Oh fuck,” Aster moans, digging his fingers into my hips. “Fuck, babe.”

I manage to get him completely in, and I still, adjusting to the intensity of sensation sparking across my skin. It hurts, but at the same time it feels incredible. There’s nothing else like it. No adequate replacement for a fat cock.

I open my eyes just enough to look down at Aster. His eyes are wide open, his lips parted, and if I had to name the expression on his face, I’d call it awe.

Once the stinging subsides and morphs into a pleasant fullness, I begin to move, back and forth, slowly at first, until I can’t hold myself back anymore. The sounds of skin slapping, heavy breaths, and muttered prayers to a nonexistent entity swirl around us, wrapping us up in our little world.

I ride Aster like my life depends on it, digging my nails into his chest. I’m sweating and my thighs are trembling, but nothing is going to stop me from chasing my orgasm.

“That’s right, gorgeous,” Aster moans. “Ride that dick. Get yourself off and cover me in your sweet cum.”

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