Romans & histoires Ghost Erotica

Pressing his tip against my entrance, he pushed his cock forward just enough to stretch me, the ache was delicious and maddening. Then he pulled away, leaving me gasping for more. They alternated, one teasing my pussy, the other rubbing against my clit or ass and always stopping at the brink. My juices coated their cocks as the room filled with the wet sounds of my denial. I was trembling, my orgasm built and receded like a tide. Gerald's fingers found my clit, circling it fast while the coordinator's cock pressed against my asshole, teasing the tight ring. My body convulsed, a dry orgasm ripping through me without penetration. I collapsed onto the bed, shaking. Gerald and the coordinator bo

And that cock—longer than any mortal man’s, thick with magic, already hard and dripping pre-cum that steamed where it landed on her belly. He crawled between her thighs, the tip of that beast pressing against her soaking pussy lips. But he didn’t thrust in yet. He rubbed it back and forth letting her feel the weight of it sliding over her clit, gliding through her soaked folds, smearing wetness everywhere. “You’re leaking already, little vessel,” he mocked softly. “Is this how you prayed? Soaking your thighs for your gods, fingering yourself in the dark, whispering their names with your cunt stuffed full?”

I'd never been so excited, but it was for the wrong reason. She was talking, but so very low that I couldn't understand the words. She took her hands and spread her vulva, exposing the pink, wet entrance of her vagina. I pushed my tired boxers down and masturbated, feeling a lot less guilty than I should have. Lexi took a finger and flicked her clit while bucking her hips up. I think, in her VR experience, she was teasing somebody. I was so turned on. I'd never known I had a kink like that.

The heat spread through her entire body, making her clit throb and her nipples harden painfully. The invisible entity started fucking her — slow and deep at first, then harder. The bed creaked with every powerful thrust. Aria moaned loudly, pushing back against the phantom cock like a desperate slut. **“Good girl,”** the voice purred in her head. **“Your body belongs to the ink now.”** The fucking grew savage. The phoenix was claiming her, using her cunt for payment. Aria came hard, screaming into her pillow as her pussy clenched and gushed around the burning cock.

The shame hit right after orgasm but the money in my account overshadowed any guilt I felt at that moment. I streamed three more times that week. Each one grew and by the fourth night, I had low lights and my favorite toy slick with lube on the nightstand and Regular47 was there every time, tipping bigger and typing what I craved to hear. “Spread wider for me, Velvet. Let me see that pretty cunt drip.” And I obeyed, knees falling onto the sheets and the camera angled so they could watch my finger glide through my folds. I was soaked, and the wet sounds filled the quiet room. My clit throbbed under my thumb while I pushed two fingers inside curling them to my satisfaction.

“Quiet, slut. Don’t want Mommy and Daddy hearing how wet their daughter gets for her stepbrother’s fingers.” He curls them deep, stroking that spot that makes my knees buckle. The wet, squelching sound of my pussy is obscene in the quiet kitchen. I’m dripping down his hand already. This is so wrong. He’s family now. Ethan would be devastated. The guilt only makes me wetter. I rock my hips, fucking myself on his fingers like a desperate whore. “Greedy little cunt,” he murmurs, adding a third finger. The stretch burns so good. “Squeezing so tight. Did your boyfriend ever make you this sloppy?”

“That is my good little witch. Already addicted to demonic seed. Your mortal body is changing. Soon you will beg to be taken to my realm. To be my eternal breeding whore.” He fucked me through three more shattering orgasms, filling me again and again until cum poured out of me in glowing rivers every time he thrust. My thighs were soaked. My ass leaked from the tentacle play. My mind floated in a sea of corrupt pleasure. When he finally lowered me to the floor, I collapsed in a trembling, cum-soaked heap. My belly looked slightly swollen. My pussy pulsed visibly, still leaking his glowing essence. The taste of him lingered on my tongue. The scent of sex and demonic musk clung to my skin.

The stairs were a blur of motion and friction, his boots thudding on the wood while I clung to him, my moans turning into animalistic whimpers. He carried me all the way to his room, a place I had never been allowed to enter. It smelled of leather, heavy tobacco, and him. He kicked the door shut and finally pulled out of me, the wet sound of his exit making me whimper as I hit the floor. He stripped himself naked, his powerful, tattooed body a roadmap of violence and desire. He sat heavily on the leather sofa, his thick cock already hardening again, twitching against his stomach. "Come here, Blaire," he growled, his eyes locking onto mine with a hunger that Richard couldn't match. "Sit on it