Ghosts of Halloween: A Dark Why Choose Romance

I feel delirious, like I’m stuck in a dream I can’t wake up from. My body’s overloaded, but it keeps taking more. As impossible as it sounds, I’m slowly climbing toward another orgasm. I went from being unable to come to getting multiple Os.

It’s a night of wonders.

Caden is meticulous, preparing me so I can take him, and as he fills my ass with his fingers and teases my clit, I honestly appreciate his experience and dedication. If he keeps going like this, I might get a thing for older guys.

Or maybe just for him. Caden’s touch, so precise and confident, gives me sparks that burst right in my clit, and with every spark, I want him more. I want him to fuck me.

God, I’m shameless. Two cocks at once? Only yesterday, I wouldn’t have considered it. And now it’s ‘yes, please!’

The head of Jack’s cock is smooth and warm in my mouth, and I suck on it just like Caden told me to. It’s weird, having a cock in my mouth and just letting it sit there without working toward getting the guy off. And Jack’s uncomfortable, I can tell. He breathes hard, his body tense, sweat gleaming on his hard abs.

And yet, he doesn’t make demands. Apart from one time he couldn’t help himself, he doesn’t thrust in my mouth, doesn’t urge me to take him deeper, and his hand on my head doesn’t push me down but strokes and comforts me instead.

“This is fucking torture, baby,” he whispers, his hand shaking as it combs through my hair, setting off a flurry of sparks. “But if that means I get to have your mouth on me, I’ll endure it. Take what you need. I can see this is helping, so just do what you want with me.”

He’s so sweet, and for a moment, tears gather in my eyes. I still don’t understand how he’s even here, but this moment between us, with Jack so eager to help me relax, makes me ache for everything we could have had.

If he hadn’t died that night.

His tenderness balances out the way he took me earlier. And it should have triggered me, but it didn’t. It was the hottest sex in my life, and I want him to do that again. Just take me when and where he wants, without waiting for my permission, because he can’t help himself.

I’ve never been wanted this way. Like he’s drowning, and I’m his air, and he’ll do anything to have me.

Caden pulls his fingers out, and there’s no sting, no pain. I feel pleasantly warmed up and empty. Waiting for more.

When he doesn’t provide, I look over my shoulder, and my lips part when I see him. It’s the first time I get to look at his dick close-up, and it gives me pause.

“Fuck,” I whisper, eyes glued to his cock as he throws his pants aside.

“That’s the idea, pet,” he says with a grin, slowly stroking himself. “You like it?”Content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“You’re pierced, too.”

I stare at the metal barbells gleaming coldly in the head of his cock. There are four metal balls crowning him at even intervals, which means there are two barbells crossing in there. I suck in a breath, wondering how they will feel inside me. Jack’s cock hurt, and not just at first. And yes, this piercing is different, but I can’t help but notice those barbells add girth to the head.

Having that in my ass will be fucking painful.

Caden grins and runs his thumb over the head of his cock, spreading the precum that seeps from his slit.

“You like it on Jack, don’t you? This one’s called a magic cross. You can start praying, though it won’t help much.”

He chuckles darkly and positions himself behind me, his hands settling on my hips. I take a deep breath that does nothing to calm my racing heart. My palm sweats, and my asshole, so warm and relaxed just a moment before, is tight again. I’m scared of the pain, and he can tell.

“And you were doing so well,” Caden says, stern disappointment in his voice as he smacks my ass with a loud slap. “Such a naughty girl. Put that cock in your mouth and suck on it until you feel better.”

I whimper, squeezing my eyes shut, and lower my head to take Jack in again. Caden strokes my butt until his hands settle on my lower back, and he massages the dimples on each side of my spine with his thumbs.

And yet, I can’t relax. I know as soon as I do, he’ll push in, and even though a part of me is so curious and aroused, fear prevails.

“Daddy will have this ass tonight, little bird,” Caden says, his voice rough but quiet. “And my patience is running out. Tell me what you need.”

I let Jack’s cock fall out of my mouth and lick my lips, the answer coming easily.

“A distraction,” I whisper. “I’ll blow Jack, and when I focus on him… Don’t warn me, just do it.”

“Fuck, yeah,” Jack says, gathering my hair into his hand so it’s out of my face.

“Brave little bird,” Caden praises me, and a glow of pleasure warms my chest. “Works for me. Get your boyfriend off, baby girl, and Daddy will take care of you here.”

I don’t say Jack’s not my boyfriend, and he doesn’t correct Caden, either. And why not let myself pretend for a little while? This feels like a dream, a soap bubble that can burst any minute, and I’m determined to cherish every second I have left.

As Jack holds my hair up for me, his grip just tight enough for my scalp to tingle, I open my mouth, doing my best to relax my throat, and take his cock deeper. Jack groans, twitching in my mouth, and his piercings click against my teeth. I drag my mouth back up, careful not to snag a barbell on my lower teeth, and do it again.

I work him slowly, pleasure bursting inside me from how obviously Jack enjoys my mouth. He curses and pants, his abs working as he rolls his hips slightly up and down, instinctive and hungry. Meanwhile, Caden’s fingers massage me slowly, slick in the lube. When he pulls them away, I tense, and he pats my bottom lightly. The lube squirts out with a wet sound, and he goes back to working me slowly until I relax, focusing on Jack.

He’s so hot, so eager in my mouth, and soon, I am lost in him.

“That’s my girl,” Jack says in a husky voice, tightening his hold on my hair. “My good fucking princess, taking my cock so deep. You’re doing so well, Harlow. Take me deeper. Open for me. Fuck, yeah. Like this. Just like this, baby. My perfect girl.”

I brace myself and push low, taking him whole in my mouth. As Jack’s smooth head goes deep in my throat, an enormous pressure splits my ass open. I gag and come up for air, groaning, and Caden pushes deeper in, the sting so bad, tears spring to my eyes.

“There you go, baby girl,” he says, massaging my buttocks when he bottoms out, his body flush with my ass. “Taking Daddy up your ass like a good slut. Keep doing Jack and don’t worry about me. I’ll take what I need from this tight little asshole.”

There is resistance and more sting as he pulls back, and I moan in pain. But Jack guides me back to his cock, murmuring softly, and I take him in my mouth, my eyes squeezed shut, face twisted in pain and pleasure.

Because although it hurts, it feels so fucking good. I don’t have to think, I don’t have to do anything. They decide for me, taking freely, and I let go. Sparks flow through me in a potent current as Jack holds my head in his hands, moving it up and down to work his dick, and Caden thrusts slowly in my ass, breathing hard, his fingers digging into my hips.

I’m theirs to use, and I fucking love it. When Caden reaches for my clit again, I squeeze around him in pleasure. I forget the pain, forget everything.

Only now matters. Two men obsessed with my body, obsessed with me, taking everything they need with hard, possessive thrusts.