Page 52 of Ghostly Touches

My laughter is stilted as my hips jerk in her hand again.

“Am I supposed to be scared ofthis? I hate to tell you this, but I’m not.” Her voice grows husky. “The only thing I’m scared of is never being fucked by this glorious thing between your legs ever again.”

Suddenly, she grabs me hard, holding onto my dick for dear life. I can feel my heartbeat against her palm. I pant loudly, unable to hold it back. My hips jerk again, willing her to move.

“I want to see your face, Mystery Man,” Willow states firmly.

I shake my head and start to protest.

“Not now, but when you’re ready,” she says. “Right now, all I want is you back inside of me before I have to deal with Viktor.”

There is no hesitation on my part. I pull over on the side of the empty road and cut off the car. As if she can read my mind, Willow shimmies off her leggings and removes her seatbelt.

“Face forward,” I order as she climbs over the console. When she does as she’s told, I pull my dick free. I grab her hips, position myself accordingly, and bring her hips down so that I slide into her body in one stroke. There is little, if any, resistance.

“Oh, fuck, Kwil.” Willow’s breathless gasp is followed by the fluttering of her inner walls as her body greedily takes every inch of me.

I’m unable to speak. My throat works hard as I savor the feel of her wet, warm center. When Willow starts to grind against me, the world falls away, and all I see are colors, and all I hear are her breathy moans. My dick vibrates deep into her core. The sensation causes her to grow wetter. I can’t take it anymore.

“You’re in control, my Little Minx. Move like you fucking want this.”

Willow leans against the steering wheel, changing the position ever so slightly. Her walls grip me in a hold so tight I can feelherheartbeat. When she moves, it’s wild, hard, and full of the desperation that we both feel. It’s magnificent. My hands slide up her sides and to her chest where I grab handfuls of her breasts that spill over my palms and through my fingers. Her arousal drips down the length of me, slipping between my legs to wet my balls. She’s loving this just as much as I am. Oh please never end, it’s too good. Her body is made for this. For me.

Ours. For eternity. The thought immediately causes my pleasure to spike to new heights.

“Willow.” Her name comes out as a plea. As a blessing. As a curse.

“Come on, Mystery Man, let’s fall together,” she says in a strained voice.

Her body is nearly there. I can hear it in the way that she breathes and the way her body doesn’t want to let me go. Just as her body tenses, my balls rise up. Together we shout out as we find our release. Every thought other than those of me and Willow vanish as sounds become visible and time ceases to matter. A roiling warmth courses through my limbs. It’s followed by an electric bout of energy that makes me feel more alive than ever before.

I’m robbed of my breath.

And of my sanity.

It feels so good. Too good. I expect it to subside, but just like before, her orgasm seems to intensify and stretch out mine. Her body clenches and convulses around me, milking me. In my head, I hear a near silent snicker of delight as the monster in me continues to fill her body with my seed. He’s giddy and eager to give her everything we have.

If I were still a man, I’m sure I’d have turned inside out by now. Thank god I’m not.

Willow’s body tenses up again before her body shakes and another orgasm rocks through her. Tears spring to my eyes as the pleasure grows too great. As I continue to spill myself inside of her, Willow stiffens again. Her next orgasm comes swiftly. She cries louder than before. As she leans forward to ride it out, the car horn begins to blare.

Her scream as she cums again is music. It’s a song that I’d play on repeat over and over again without ever getting tired of it. But we’re on the side of the road, and we’ll get caught if we don’t hurry up.

As if the creature inside me understands, the vibrations running up my erection subside, and my body finally stops unraveling inside of Willow. My hands slide up and down her sides as I catch my breath. Willow’s body relaxes in my lap. Her own breathing is hard. The inner walls of her body quiver around my erection, which has yet to soften.

“Mystery Man, that was…” Willow’s voice trails off as she shakes her head and laughs breathlessly.

I grin.

It falls away though as she moves to dismount. With a snarl I have no control over, my hands grip her hips to keep her seated on me.

Fill. Keep.Ours.The words in my head don’t make sense, but my gloved fingers sink into her hips as I hold her tighter.

“Kwil, if you don’t let go, I’m going to start this all over again.”

At Willow’s teasing, I chuckle.

“Is that supposed to make me want to let you go, Little Minx?”

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