Page 33 of Boo-ty Calls
I move my fingers away from her flesh to slide into her. Thrusting my digits into her tightness and lapping her arousal, I latch onto her clit and suck until she screams out.
Without stopping, I continue through her orgasm as her thighs clamp around me. I slow the pace of my thrusting and add another before curling them inside of her.
Teasing her clit, I continue to lick her until she shakes like a leaf and clamps down on me.
With a scream, she gyrates her hips closer to my face and moans out as she squirts. Lapping up everything, I push away from the bed and kneel back on my heels.
Glancing at buddy’s cock, it’s much larger than my own was. I stroke it and adjust to the girth as I stare at her.
Spitting, I coat the head and stroke harder as she recovers. The only time I’ve ever gotten to experience a larger cock was when I wore a sleeve, and it was never the same.
“Wow, I might have underestimated you, puppy.” Sloane pats my head and urges me up before kneeling in front of me.
Never being on the receiving end of her submission feels weird now, but I can’t ruminate on it as she licks the head of this cock and takes over the stroking.
I glance at her working her magic. Beads of sweat form on her hairline, and a pinkish hue covers her chest. As Sloane sucks and deep throats this dick, her eyes open and her gaze fleets around our area. I know what’s happening. She's over her hair and needs it up.
Looking at my wrist, I remember it’s not my own and doesn’t have a hair tie for her.
I wrap her hair with my hand into a makeshift ponytail. With this, I’m able to control her mouth until I finally gag her, something I was never able to do when I was alive. Drool covers her chin, and I pull out to roll my cock head over her lips before slamming into her throat again.
Tears roll from the corners of her eyes, and she grins at me. I pull her away from me, releasing her hair before she hops onto the bed.
“Come fuck me,” she says in a sultry tone.
Leaning on her forearms, she is spread open to me, and a growl erupts from my chest. I stand and move over to her nightstand.
A pink hair tie catches my attention, and although not her favourite, it’ll have to do. Gripping her hips, I feed her this cock. Once I’m fully inside, I reach forward and grasp her hair in my hands and use it to slam into her harder.
Tying her hair into a high knot bun, I run my fingers down the column of her neck and tighten my hold on her shoulders as I grind against her, and Sloane grips my cock with her walls.
Reaching beneath us, I play with her clit as I pump into her. At least this dude has better staying power than I do, or maybe it’s the possession.
“Oh fuck, oh god,” she pants over and over.
“Just like that. Enjoy my dick.” Such a fucking goober thing to say, but I close my eyes and enjoy the hot wet heat gripping the hell out of this cock.
Sloane backs into me as I rub her clit harder and as I pinch it, her pussy clamps down and incoherent mumbles break from her mouth before she squirts all over.
Pulling out, I reposition myself to be under her, drinking everything gushing from my Goddess.
Wrapping my hands around her hips, I pressure her to come closer to my face, devouring her juices. I continue to lick her as I slide two digits in as she squirts again; lapping up her mess before I move and line myself to thrust into her.
Sloane feels so fucking good around me, and I squeeze the globes of her ass.
She pushes to all fours and looks over her shoulder. “Archer?”
Before I can respond with my lips, I’m jerked out of his body and, hurdled out of the room.
In a daze, I look around, but I’m stuck in the corner of the kitchen. The quicksand is back, and it’s like I’m trying to step through drying concrete.
Being able to reach her made me feel connected to her once again. My stomach drops, and my soul crackles with the grief of the sudden loss.
It feels like decades pass, but it can’t be more than minutes by the time I get to the bottom of the stairs. My feet are stuck to the wood floor, and I kneel on the bottom step. I’ll do anything to get back to her.
Gripping the banister, I crawl up the steps, skin slapping skin, and she moans with frustration. I make it halfway before I’m thrown to the ground again. I don’t understand. Ghosts should come with a handbook.
“I should’ve gotten rid of you before this started,” Sloane yells out.
