Sexy Male Ghost Novels & Stories

Chapter 16 I could hear nothing but screams. I don't know what kind of kiss it was, or if a kiss has any kind, I just know that I'm drowning in the way he kisses. He sucked on my lips, and our tongues fought. I caught my breath when he walked away. He was still holding my neck. Before walking away, he whispered. "A gay man can kiss a woman, Secretary Gillian," he whispered and walked away. In an instant, his gayness returned.

I am Julian. I was a college student. My family was not wealthy, so I took a friend’s advice and started working as a part-time male escort online. I did it to earn some extra cash and ease my family’s burden. People said I had a nice voice and was good at reading the room. It did not take long before I became one of the most popular male escorts in the guild. Many female clients kept booking me. Some even requested to meet up in person, probably hoping for something more. I never accepted their invitations.

I reached out and pressed the radio button on the steering wheel. My voice was cold, cutting through the static. "Mason Vale, do you see a ghost in your mirror?" I said coldly into the radio. Those words pierced straight through Mason's last line of composure. His car hesitated for an obvious instant on the straight. Now. I smashed the throttle down. The car tore through the air and pulled alongside him. Ahead was a chain of fast S-curves. Seeing that I was about to pass, a vicious look flashed through Mason's eyes.

"With everything that happened. Starting with me trying to go back to Boston, then realising I'm a ghost. I went back there and jumped into that empty grave, Trying to kill myself" "Wait wait wait." Austin interrupted her, smiling. "You knew you were a Ghost, and you tried to kill yourself " he raised his hands in apology, as he couldn't control his laughter. He saw she wasn't having any of it, and stopped laughing, but the smile on his face couldn't fade away.

I want to expand my business and make it renowned globally. **************************************** After a week when I returned in the morning.I took a nap on my jet so I decided to hit the gym today.I workout almost everyday.As soon as I entered the gym I saw a beautiful woman.She had a curvaceous figure and tight ass..Shit!I'm really a manwhore.I started running on the treadmill.She turned towards me and said Hello in her magical voice.God she is really pretty..soft blonde hair in a ponytail,stormy grey eyes and those lush pink lips,I wanted to kiss those lips so badly.What is happening to me?She had an aristocratic nose and creamy white skin,and perky breasts..Fuck, kill me now.Suddenly

He joked. A watery laugh broke through my sobs. “Never. There’s no space left in my heart for anyone else. It’s all yours. Always.” “And I’ll make love to you every night,” he murmured, lips brushing mine. “Even as a ghost. I’ll do it right in front of him before I drag his soul to hell.” I wrinkled my nose, half-laughing, half-disturbed. “Ghost sex? Why are we even talking about me being a widow? And then having sex with your ghost?”

“Is running away with my pup is the right decision to make? Yes, I’m scared like Alice has said. I’m afraid of losing her. I’m afraid that someone would hurt her because of me. I don’t want to lose someone I love again.” My ghost caressed my arm soothingly, and then he hugged me to his broad chest. So he is a male, ha. I sighed and buried my face in his chest and closed my eyes tightly and hiccupped a sob. He hummed and started to sway us right and left. He left me to cry while still stroking my back. I sniffed for the last time and groaned. “You will need a shower Mr. Ghost; you are as stinky as me now.” He chuckled softly and I smiled at the melodic husky sound.

"Easy. I was gonna fuck her. Isn't that why she's still fucking breathing? To ease our fucking boners?" "Really?" It was a low reply, accompanied by a low-key rumbling. Ghost was on his feet, with his fingers traveling to his waist. His nerves twitched, snapping at Sergio's next line of rambling. "Yes, Ghost. She is a slut. The Cariannos' slut. You fucking delusional if you think her pussy belongs to just you. She has a wide cunt. It could fit all our cocks….fuck!"

The other guy on the night shift better has a damn good explanation for this bullshit. Angered at whoever was behind this sick shit show, he slowly stood up. She was dead, and the dead can't harm the living. He took a closer look at her face. Her face slowly formed in his mind; he knows her. Could this be the same person he had sex with a few hours ago? Jesus! She is the one. His heart was pounding and he felt as if every hair on his body turned instantly grey. But that's not possible; spirits can't have sex with people still alive. Or was he dead too? You can't be dead, idiot, you are still breathing in this detergent contaminated air. The voice in his head told him.

My cock dragged against his prostate with thrust. “My father…” The words tore out of me between strokes, raw and broken. “He caught me with a boy when I was sixteen. Locked me in a cold room for weeks. Beat the ‘weakness’ out of me. Told me loving a man would destroy everything I touched. That’s why I became the Ghost. I only did one night. No attachments. No repetition of cocks, until you came along.” Scott’s eyes softened even as I railed him mercilessly. “You don’t have to carry that pent up anger alone anymore.”