Ghost (The Halloween Boys #1) (72)

His palms enveloped my breasts, fingers hooking into the fabric and pulling it down. The stretchy material gave, and my bare breasts poured over the edge. His mouth left mine, taking a nipple between his teeth and sucking. My head tilted back as I sighed in pleasure. After he moved to the other nipple, my hips were all but thrusting forward, begging for him. I pulled at his belt, unhooking it as his rough jaw scraped against my cleavage. My hard nipples pricked, dampened against the cold night air. He stood, tugging off his belt and surveying me. Ghost looked like evil incarnate, gazing at me behind his frightening skull paint. I removed my mask, the lace wet with perspiration against my face. “Are you sure you want your first time to be with a monster?” he asked, his belt dropping with a clatter to the ground.

“Yes,” I breathed, watching as he unzipped his pants. “I want you.”

He made a deep, guttural sound of appreciation as he kicked off his jeans. Pulling down the waist band of his boxers, his dick sprang free. My lips parted as I took in his considerable length. He was so well endowed, I wondered how it would fit if even his finger felt tight inside me.

“Your fear tastes like honey, Little Ghost.” He cupped my jaw with both hands and planted a kiss on my lips. “You’re so beautiful this entire wretched and screaming pit of a cemetery silences for you.”

I slipped my hand between us to palm him. A hiss escaped his throat as I moved my cold hand slowly from base to tip. Suddenly, he pushed my dress up and over my waist. I lifted my arms and let him peel it off, leaving me sitting on a gravestone, his gravestone, in only fishnets and heels. A rough growl sounded from his throat as he pushed forward, lining my slit with his length. My breath was coming out in puffs of cold when I felt it. His arms were wrapped around me, yet something hooked into the holes of my tights, ripping them right at my core. I gasped, my voice a shrill and little thing. “The fog is you?”

“Smoke from Hell’s flames,” he purred. “And yes, it’s me. Are you ready, Little Ghost?”

The smoke flicked lightly against my bare pussy, feeling buzzy and firm. I hissed in a small breath as I grabbed his cock and lined the tip with my opening. He sucked in a breath. “Ready for me to fuck you on my grave?”

“Yes,” I whispered. “Please, Ames, Ghost, please.”

Taking the back of my neck with one hand, his other hitched under my knee, then I felt another force catch under my other knee. Smoke from hell, darkness. His rounded tip eased in, stretching me into a burning circle of ecstasy. My forehead fell forward onto his chest, and I flinched as he pushed in farther. “Do you want me to stop,” he hissed, his voice a shade darker than it was before.

“No, don’t stop. Don’t hold back,” I begged. “Just like on your bike.” I smiled against his shoulder, pulling back to look at his black shrouded eyes. “I can take it.”

“Fuck,” he groaned. With a single, massive thrust, he filled me.

And I screamed.

A woman screaming in a cemetery.

A wall of smoke pushed against my back, holding me up, as his palms dropped to the top of the grave I was seated on. I leaned back, the smoke like a taut sheet of silk. Ghost stilled, letting me adjust to his girth while his mouth found my neck. He pulled out only halfway and looked down. “Your blood looks good on my cock.”

I ached at his words. He began moving in and out, filling me to the hilt and then retreating at a slow and agonizing blissful pace. I moaned as he slammed into me. Then a wisp of air found my clit, circling and pulling softly, mirroring everything his tongue was doing the night prior. The pleasure was too much to bear. My scream echoed through the graveyard as sparkles fluttered along my vision. When I came down to Earth, Ames was still inside me but frozen still. His face was down and resting on my shoulder. His breathing was rough and ragged. I nudged my hips forward and gasped as a harsh rope of smoke banded around each of my wrists, tying me back to the gravestone. “Ames?” I whispered, fighting against their hold and searching for his downcast face.

My thighs began to tremble as his breathing grew rougher. Suddenly, his shoulder blades . . . expanded. He grew wider and began to lift from the ground, lengthening. He stayed hunched over, his cock still buried in me. I began to squirm, panic pricking at my senses. I felt the gravestone rumble beneath me, and when I looked over, massive black hands with protruding white bones were digging into the rock, causing it to crumble like dust in its grip. His clothing ripped and fell like rags, leaving stretched obsidian muscle striped with white bone. I felt his breath, long and hot at my bare chest, though I feared looking down. His hair was gone, and only the outline of the monster remained. And then he looked up. Pale-blue eyes sat on a wide face of darkness and bone, matching the rest of him. He looked like the demons from old Renaissance paintings, only stronger and fiercer. A scream pushed from my throat. His hand shot for my face, wrapping around my mouth. “Don’t. Scream. I like it . . . too . . . much.” He growled, wincing. Then I felt it. The stretch. My eyes grew wide, and his mouth quirked.

“Ames?” I said, muffled by his massive hand.

A dark, unholy voice responded, “There’s no Ames here. This is your Archdemon, Little Ghost. And that’s Hell’s cock inside you.” He growled, his voice different now, deeper, more sinister. The stretch continued and burned as his length expanded and filled me. Against his warning, I screamed. I couldn’t help it. The terror and torment and divine feeling of it all was otherworldly. Despite the fear, and pain, my pussy tingled and pulsated. My head dipped back. Something long and wet trailed from between my breasts, up to my neck. When I looked up, I gasped as I watched his long black forked tongue tasting my skin. It swirled over my exposed breasts, flicking and exploring. I would have been terrified if I weren’t so turned on. He was staring at me with those eyes so blue they were almost white. Retreating an inch, he said, “I can’t pretend that fucking a pure and gentle virgin doesn’t turn me on. I’m damning you with my demon cock, Little Ghost. Keep screaming for me.”