Ghosts of Halloween: A Dark Why Choose Romance

This isn’t happening. It’s a dream. Because it can’t be real!

And even as those thoughts race through my head, I realize how warped I am. So I’m fine with ghosts, but I draw the line at a man sucking my clit after another man came inside me?

Or just a man eating me out, period.

Overwhelmed by Caden’s dirty talk and his complete authority, I let slip the shameful truth, but I’m not even mad. I can tell how much he enjoys fucking with me, fucking with all of us. Jack looks ready to kill him even as he fists his cock, and Silas… He’s not here, but if he knew what Caden just said, he’d want to kill him, too.

So that’s why Caden is so bold. He’s already dead, with no fucks to give.

Maybe I can be like him, at least for a while.

“Fuck,” I bite out, pressing him closer as his tongue draws delightful circles around my clit.

He’s so fucking good at this, and I’m determined to enjoy it. If he goes on at this pace, I will scream his name within a few minutes, just like he said. It doesn’t even ruffle me anymore that he’s eating Jack’s cum out of me… Though, one thing still intrudes on my thoughts.

Because it’s Caden. Caden, who called me “kid” when he stopped by to see Noah. Who ruffled my hair and didn’t really see me. I was just a teenaged girl, all pimply and awkward, and he was my brother’s adult friend. I don’t even know how old he is, just… older.

I swear, I never even considered him attractive. I didn’t look at him like he was a man, because Caden was in an entirely different category. So the ghost part? I’m slowly coming to terms with it, even though it freaks me out still. But having Caden of all people between my legs feels obscene and unnatural.

“Get out of your head, little bird,” he growls, looking up, his swarthy face so out of place between my thighs. He looks hard and rough where I’m soft and smooth. “Or you know what? Let’s make this more fun.”

He lowers my leg, grins a wicked, bad boy grin, and hooks both my thighs on his shoulders. I squeal in surprise when he lifts me up, both my feet leaving the floor as he stands and then… He keeps going.

We rise higher and higher until the top of my head brushes the ceiling, cobwebs sticking to my hair. I look down, really gripping his hair hard. Caden is no longer standing on the floor. We’re up in the air.

“Focus, little bird. Or you’ll fall.”

I catch a glimpse of his smirk before he’s back at it, working me so damn good. I can’t hold back a moan.

“Caden, fuck!”

And here I am, already calling his name as ordered. Guess I have no shame with these men.

Below us, Jack growls. His face is feral, his fists clenched tight, and one jerks his cock in a fast rhythm. I lock my eyes with him as Caden thrusts his tongue in my cunt, and Jack’s face changes, eyes brightening as we watch each other. My eyelids flutter, wanting to close, but I force them to stay open.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“Yeah, look at me, princess,” he says, working that pierced cock fast and hard. “Look at me, and when you come, scream my fucking name. You’re mine, Harlow. I waited six fucking years for you.”

Caden lets go of my hip and flips him the bird without stopping what he’s doing. I choke out a laugh, closely followed by a moan when he sucks my clit into his mouth. Then he lets go, bringing the middle finger he just flipped Jack off with closer, and sucks it into his mouth.

“Stay focused, little bird,” he says after pulling the wet finger out. “I want to hear my name on your lips or I swear, you’ll regret it.”

He licks me hard and fast, and then, his wet finger presses to my asshole, and I groan, throwing my head back.

“Fuck,” Jack growls, coming closer, squeezing his cock hard at the base until it turns red, the head glistening and swollen. “Fuck, I don’t care. I’m going again after you.”

Caden’s finger penetrates, and I buck against his face. I’m so fucking close, and as he fingers my ass and sucks my clit, I let go of everything, my body tensing. Caden will make me come, and I no longer care, because it feels so good.

“Look at me, princess,” Jack rasps.

I do, but with my eyes open, it’s more difficult to chase that high. And yet, I feel more. I feel as it grows and grows, filling my pelvis, surging down my spine, gathering inside me. I press my hand against the ceiling and grip Caden’s hair with the other, my eyes wide open and focused on Jack. I’m almost there… Almost…

When the first wave crashes through me, the air behind Jack thickens and darkens, and Silas appears out of nowhere, his glittering eyes locked on me, his face tight and angry. My orgasm sweeps through me, and I remember in my daze I was supposed to scream someone’s name…

“Silas!” bursts out of me as I shudder against Caden.

My cunt still convulses with the orgasm Caden gave me when I tumble to the floor, thrown off him as he sharply turns around.