Page 13 of Devious Nightmare

“Yes, you can, and you will. I won’t stop until you do.” I force out the words between grunts. I’m desperate to feel her milking my cock again, and I need to feel it soon. I don’t know how much longer I can keep my own release at bay. “Play with your clit, baby.”

Ripley shakes her head, but I watch as her hand snakes between our bodies, and she does as she’s told. She moans loudly as her fingers circle her sensitive bundle.

“Ripley, I swear to fucking god if you dont come…” I spear her faster with my dick, dropping her on my length harder and harder each time, until she throws her head back and cries out. “Come for me. Right. Fucking. Now.”

Her back arches, and I’m afraid she’s going to fall, but I don’t stop as her orgasm rips through her and she screams again. Her cunt locks around me in a vice grip, and I roar as I spill my release into her pussy. She milks every thick rope of cum from me until we’re both panting.

I turn us again and place her back down on the hood. I’m not ready to let her go, but I guess the undead also get exhausted. Her arms and legs are still tightly wrapped around me as our breathing evens out.

We stay like this, wrapped in an oddly peaceful embrace until Ripley finally pulls away. There’s still a lingering flush heating her skin. Her dark hair is a wild mess. Makeup and blood stain her beautiful cheeks. She looks ridiculously sexy.

A smile spreads across her face slowly, and I think I’d be okay seeing her like this more often. “What are you smiling about?”

“I’m just really happy you didn’t come back like a real ghost.” She laughs, but I’m not sure what she’s talking about. She must read my confusion because she continues. “You know, like Casper or something.”

“So, what you’re saying is that you’re happy that you could actually ride my dick.” I raise a brow and wait for her answer.

“Maybe…” She hops off of the car in search of clothes, seemingly forgetting that I tore her dress to pieces. I’m about to toss her my shirt, when she starts tying parts of the fabric together until she has something resembling a dress or like some kind of gothic mummy, with black instead of white bandages.

Behind Ripley, I watch as the flicker of light grows over the horizon. The sun will be up soon, and I’m out of time.

Throwing on my clothes, I never stop bouncing my eyes between the rising sun and the beautiful girl I don’t want to leave. She watches me just as intently, her smile long gone.

“You’re leaving…” She hangs her head and crosses her arms in front of her.

I’m not the guy she wants to comfort her. I’ll say something stupid like I’d never want to leave her pussy. While it’s true, it doesn’t feel right. It’s not enough.

“I guess I can try again on Halloween.” She offers me a weak smile and a gentle shrug of her shoulders.

I eat up the space between us with long strides and wrap my fingers in her hair, pulling her face back until she’s looking up at me. I see the sadness in her watery blue pools. Just hours ago, she was terrified that she was actually able to pull me from the other side. Now, she doesn’t want me to go.

I crash my lips to hers, bruising her mouth with my kiss. I could get carried away, swallowing her moans, but I need to get back. I don’t know what will happen if I’m not in the cemetery by the time the sun has fully risen, but I have this overwhelming feeling it will be really shitty for me.

I nip at her lip before breaking the kiss. “Don’t wait until Halloween.”

“But-”

“The veil is thin more than twice a year, Little Sire.” I offer her a smile and take her in one last time. Fuck, I don’t want to leave. After long moments of just staring at each other, I finally look up at the sky, and I see the array of purple bleeding into red as the sun gets closer to the horizon.

“Bring me back, baby, or I’ll fucking haunt you.” I hear her soft laugh as I turn and sprint toward the cemetery. All I want to do is go back to her. Hopefully she’ll see that the veil between worlds is also thin on Beltane, and she’ll work her magic again.

She’ll probably hate me for what I have to do to stay in this world, but I’m not willing to give her up now that I’ve had her. We’ll have to work through our issues when she learns I have to kill her brother to stay with her.

Epilogue

Ripley

The annoying sound of birds chirping wakes me from a perfect dream, and I’m not happy that this is how I’m starting my day. I dreamt that I was able to bring Blaze Dubois back from the dead. Not just talk to him from the other side. After years of contemplating if I should attempt to bring him back to life, I finally went through with it.

And somehow, it actually worked.

My mind flashes through everything we did in this incredibly realistic dream that my brain conjured up.

The good.

The bad.

The filthy.

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