Ghost Erotica Novels & Stories

Ghost relentlessly worked my pussy until my body was quivering uncontrollably whilst I screamed his name. My fingers dug into his scalp painfully as my orgasm neared, my hand gathering more strands of his hair, pushing his face further into my pussy. “Oh my God! Yes, Ghost! I’m right there!” I cried out as his tongue flicked at my pussy. Smack! Smack! Smack! “You like this, don’t you?” He groaned against me, his large palms soothing the skin of my ass where he had whacked. “Yes! Yes! Yes! Please, don’t stop!” I whimpered, grinding my waist against his face.

His hands caressed her thighs to behind the a*s that wore no panties. His fingers found her p**sy and he slid in his index finger after playing with the cl*t. Loren's breath from her moans tickled Caleb's skin as he continuously inserted and took out his finger. Then Loren stopped him, "I don't want to c*m to your ordinary fingers,"

Cole roared and filled her pussy with hot spurts, the ghosts holding her down to take every drop. The room spun with moans and wet sounds, ghosts and humans tangled. Mira’s pussy pulsed, raw and dripping, fear still flickering but drowned in the orgasm. “What is this place?” she panted, cum leaking down her thighs, the mirrors showing endless reflections of their filthy union.

I wanted to see her face as she fell apart. So I slowly pushed two fingers inside her again stretching her open. She was so tight and hot again as though I didn't finger her just some minutes ago, she was gripping tight on me. I began to move my fingers slowly in and out thrusting inside of her, curling them to find that spot inside her. He G spot. She gasped, her body trembling. I added my third finger, stretching her even more. She moaned, her legs wrapping around my head. I continued to finger her, bringing her closer and closer to the edge.

The dirty words, the forbidden reality of who he was, and the way he owned my body pushed me closer and closer to the edge. “I’m going to fill you up,” he growled, thrusting harder, deeper. His voice took on a darker, primal edge. “I’m going to breed this tight little cunt. Pump you full of my cum until it’s dripping out of you. You want that? You want me to knock you up while your best friend has no idea?” His absolutely filthy words were my undoing. My walls clenched around him violently as my orgasm crashed over me. I came hard, screaming his name, my body shaking in the cuffs as waves of pleasure crashed through me.

His hands slid down her body, his touch firm and confident, as he guided her to the edge of the couch. Sadile felt a thrill of excitement as she realized what was about to happen, her body responding to the anticipation with a hunger that surprised even her. The room was filled with the sounds of their breathing, heavy and ragged, as Travis positioned himself before her, his eyes locked on hers with an intensity that made her heart flutter. She was dimly aware of Jenna moving closer, her presence adding a layer of eroticism to the already charged scene.

Her fingers teased my nipples as she whispered in my ear, “You wanted to tempt my husband? Now you’re going to tempt me.” Aaron had removed his shirt. All his body is filled with muscles and tattoos. He looked like every dirty fantasy I’d ever had. Genevieve guided me toward the bed, and I felt her unzipping my skirt until it pooled at my feet. I was naked between them, I felt vulnerable, exposed, and aching in all the right places. Aaron stepped forward first. He kissed me hard, then moved to my throat, down my chest. Genevieve watched, biting her lip, then slid a hand down between my legs from behind as Aaron’s mouth found my nipple.

I was still draped over Nick’s chest, limp and glowing, every muscle humming from the way they’d just wrecked me. Their cum leaked slowly and warmly down my thighs, thick and sticky, a filthy reminder of how thoroughly they’d claimed me on this throne. The fairy lights twinkled lazily above us, casting red and green shadows over sweat-slick skin, the grotto still heavy with the scent of sex and pine. Marcus’s fingers traced lazy, filthy circles on my inner thigh, teasing higher each time, brushing the sticky mess between my legs. When he grazed my swollen clit, I jolted with an oversensitive gasp, hips twitching.