Ghosts of Halloween: A Dark Why Choose Romance

As I stand there and watch the little bird, Jack’s cum dripping down her thighs, I hear a floorboard creak behind me. That makes me grin, my cock pulsing with growing desire. I hoped Silas would turn up, and here he is. He’s invisible, unable to admit how much he wants to take part in this, but he’s here.

I bet he’ll enjoy watching as I fuck her. It will be a first, and it’s long overdue.

“Such a dirty girl, aren’t you, Harlow?” I ask, coming closer.

She startles, those wide eyes turning to me, and I curse inwardly. She’s so fucking young. It almost seems taboo, but hell, I’m so beyond caring. Nothing matters, because this night is all I have, and I will milk it to the fullest. After this, there is nothing for me. So I’ll take what I want, because there’s no reason not to.

Dying does that to a man.

“Full of his cum,” I say, my voice growing hoarse with the desire I barely hold back. “Yet begging for more. You’re a filthy little slut, aren’t you, sweetheart?”

She blushes, those smooth, young cheeks burning red as she presses her thighs together.

“It’s both for you, isn’t it?” I ask, smirking, because now I know it for sure. “My dirty girl likes to be praised, but you love getting the other end of the stick just as much. Well, then. Will you be my good little cumslut, Harlow? Will you give me this dirty little cunt to fuck?”

She stares at me, breathless, her face a perfect picture of wantonness, and I grab it in both hands, running my thumbs up her cheeks, warming my dead fingers with the heat of her blush.

This gives me such a thrill. Knowing she’s fucked so many guys, and yet, I can reduce her to those virginal blushes. I’m the one making her speechless and overwhelmed with desire. She was just fucked. She came all over Jack’s dick, and still, she wants me. It’s exhilarating.

I wonder if Silas has taken his cock out of his pants yet. I fucking want him to jerk off while watching this. His presence makes it absolutely irresistible.

Though, it would be a treat even without him.

She makes me so fucking horny. The little bird is in my power, but I am under her spell, too. I think she’s too innocent to know this, though. Poor baby’s had too many young bucks who only wanted to stick their dicks somewhere warm and wet.

“Have you ever been with a grown man, Harlow?” I ask, cradling her face as she watches me without blinking, panting in quick breaths that make her small, round boobs rise and fall. “Because we fuck different, you know. There’s an art to sex. It’s a power play, and I intend to play hard.”

She shivers, closing her eyes for a moment, and that floorboard creaks again. On the other side of the room, Jack stands, vibrating with tension, his dark eyes glued to our girl. I know he has a hard time sharing, and it makes it all the sweeter.

I’ll make her scream my name for him. And then, for a few blessed moments, everyone in this room will be completely in my power.

I can bottom like a king. But when I snatch the power back, I do it with a vengeance.

“This makes you feel good, doesn’t it?” I whisper, slowly stroking down Harlow’s face and neck, down the soft lines of her shoulders and her arms until my fingers meet carbon fiber, and Harlow hisses, her pupils going so wide, her eyes seem black. “But you liked my mouth on your pussy just as much as you like this, hm? Tell me, sweetheart.”

She licks her lips nervously, her throat bobbing, and I press my fingers to her trachea, tracing its shape as she swallows again. When she still doesn’t speak, I lean closer, breathing her in.

“Don’t be afraid of me, little bird,” I whisper in her ear, letting my lips brush her earlobe until goosebumps race down her skin. “There’s no getting out of this, so just give in. Tell me how much you want me. There’s no shame in that.”

I bite down gently until she gasps, and then lick her earlobe slowly as she makes a soft, broken sound. My hands settle on her hips, and I trace her hipbones with my thumbs, slowly kissing down her neck.

“Fuck,” my filthy girl finally speaks, her voice uneven and shaky. “I want you, all right? What you did with your mouth… No one has ever done that for me… um, so well.”

She breathes out in a rush, tensing, and I pull back, frowning at her.

“No one’s eaten you out before me?” I ask, feeling outraged on her behalf. “Sweetheart, that’s not fucking right.”

She presses her lips together, looking away, and now that hot blush doesn’t please me anymore. She’s ashamed, and she shouldn’t be. All those selfish pricks who didn’t know how to fuck a girl like her should fucking repent. I feel sorry for their girlfriends.

“Well, then,” I say when she still doesn’t answer.

My dirty slut is so out of her comfort zone, she can’t even speak, and I’m not about to go easy on her. I drop to my knees, and Harlow’s eyes snap to my face, her abashed expression changing into one of shock.

“But you can’t…”

“Can’t what?” I ask, running my hands up her thighs. “Eat out this naughty little cunt before I fuck you? This is mine right now, little bird. A little slut like you won’t tell me what to do with my things.”

“But Jack has just… hey!” she explodes, as I push hard on her knee, making her unbalanced and unable to continue as she widens her stance.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“I happen to like cum, little bird, just as you do,” I say, grinning when I hear Jack’s curse behind me and more floorboards creaking. “Put your leg on my shoulder, or I’ll fucking make you.”

“Caden…” she says, those young eyes full of doubt as she looks at me.

I don’t let her finish.

“That’s my name, little slut, and you’d better scream it when I make you come.”

I lower my shoulder, positioning it under her leg, and push up with her knee hooked over me. Harlow gasps and holds onto my hair for balance. I dive in, not letting her think any more.

We can all do with less thinking, because time’s running out.

She tastes like sex, and I lick her with relish as she moans, shaking not entirely from pleasure. Her grip on my head is tight enough to hurt, but I don’t mind. This is her taboo, it seems.

For me, licking a well-fucked pussy clean is a treat.

“The fuck, man,” Jack says, his voice hoarse, and I pull back.

“You’re delicious, little bird,” I tell her. “Tell me, is Jack touching himself?”

“You sick fuck,” Jack says just as Harlow answers, “He is.”

“Good. Tell Silas I’d like to eat his cum out of you even more.”

“But he’s not… Caden!”

She doesn’t finish, because I’m buried back between her legs, her lovely, swollen clit in my mouth.