Ghost Face Gay Porn Novels & Stories

Third-Person POV The vicious comments online terrified Grace. She stayed locked inside for days before finally running to Richard in tears. "Everyone online is attacking me. Some people are even threatening to kill me. I'm scared." She threw herself into his arms, sobbing. "Maybe this is God's punishment. Why did you slander Chloe online?" Grace went still. Instead of comfort, he'd accused her coldly. "No, that's not true. I didn't slander her. David said Chloe didn't like him..."

“And maybe this crazy woman hunting you will see she’s married and stop trying to trap you!” Hearing him mention that psycho just made me angrier. “Seems like all crazy people find me,” I snapped. “What the hell? Does some spyware live on me or what?” I ran my fingers through my hair, tense. While Luke kept feeding me lines meant to calm me, Belinda’s voice cut through. “Also our husband is very handsome, Paspas!” she chirped. I froze on the plural. Paspas? Who was Paspas?

I smiled wickedly when I took a selfie of my current position and sent it to him. Me: Do you like my new socks? Ghazi: Fuck, yes. Order more. Get some that reach your thighs. I grinned before typing back my answer. Me: Pastels? Or rich sexy colors? Ghazi: Pastels and nude. I'm on my way back. I didn't reply to his text. Instead, I ordered more men's lingerie and stockings before getting back to watching my favorite gay p**n. He gasped when he storms into the room and find me in his bed, all ready and horny while watching p**n. Okay maybe the volume was too loud and that made Ghazi hurry himself to me.

The Ghostface mask loomed inches from my face, one powerful thigh wedging between my legs, pressing right against my aching core. His hand fisted in my hair, tilting my head back. “Caught you.” The pressure on my clit made me moan before I could stop myself. Heat pooled everywhere, my body screaming for more. But I wasn’t done fighting yet. I looked up at the blank mask, chest heaving, and smirked through my panting. “ Is that's all you got? You talk a big game for someone who took this long to pin down a ‘virgin’ like me. Come on then… show me how hard you’re really going to fuck me.”

I mean I am pretty upset at the false hope but it's not exactly her fault, she was only trying to help and I can't be mad at her for that. "I am sorry, but you have to know that ghost sex is experimental." I will prefer to stop all the experiments because it's making things even worse. At this point, I can literally fuck anything and I mean anything. "I’m gonna die. I'm literally going to die of ghost-induced blue balls and experiments, let's just stop trying and focus on something else." "Fine, I will stop. Love you, handsome!" She floated out of my room and through the door before I could say anything else.

Then, without a second thought, he joined her in the water, slashing at his own wrist. As the blood mixed with the water, Grayson's vision blurred. In his final moments, he saw me—there, standing at the edge of the bathtub. His face lit up with a wild, desperate joy as he tried to stagger toward me, calling my name. "Honey," he cried, his voice full of longing. I stared at him, my eyes cold and distant, a disgust so sharp it cut through everything. "I'm not your honey," I said. "Not in this life, not in the next, not in any life to come. Not ever."

The possessive way he fucked me like he both hated and needed me. I forced a grin. “You’re crazy, man. You watch too many movies.” He stepped aside but whispered as I passed, “Run while you still can. He’ll ruin you.” Later that day, I overheard two employees gossiping near the cafeteria. “Did you hear about The Ghost? Some billionaire who shows up masked at underground parties. Pays good money, fucks like a demon, then vanishes. Nobody ever sees his face.” I laughed it off again. But deep inside of me, i was worried for myself.

That was him telling me he was about to fuck my ass. He didn't offer another explanation. I feel him go behind me, and I hold onto Bones's neck tight. He grins at me. Gaston scoops my juice and rubs them on my puckered hole. Gently, he moves his cock through my entrance as he sinks into me, burying himself to the hilt; I throw my head against Bones's chest. Carefully, Gaston releases one of my hands from Bones and places it on his shoulder, placing his palm side by side with Bones.

She shoved him aside and walked off. Pierre just stood there, stunned. Tears burned his eyes. That was it. Over. Cameras caught everything. By the time she was gone, the clip was already online. [What's going on? Didn't Sonia Quindt just get stood up by Hedley Hart? Why's Pierre jumping in now?] [Now Pierre's trying to swoop in? Shameless.] [She looks furious. Guess she's still hung up on the first dude.] [Who even is Hedley Hart? How's he got her like this?]

I looked from him to his door, considering making a run for it, "Uhm, no?" He shrugged, "Well, jokes on you, because I promised people I would sleep with you." I crossed my arms, "Actually, the joke's still on you because you haven't actually slept with me." He laughed, "Sweetie, the joke's still on you because everyone believes we slept together." I started to put on my shoes, "Okay, sweetie, the joke's still on you because you haven't been able to physically enjoy my hot bod the way you imagine in your dreams at night. BOOM."