Haunted Love

by Sheridan Anne

There’s one woman surrounded by five men. They’re not rough or forceful or thinking about fucking her blindly. This is different. They’re gentle. Their fingers brush across her skin and make her shiver. She sits on one man’s lap, her thighs spread wide and hooked over his, and his arms tangle around her body, one flicking over her pert nipple and the other rubbing lazy circles over her clit.

He steps into her back, his arm immediately curling around her waist and slipping between her legs. Whatever he does to her has her grinding against his hand, and when she gasps and groans, it’s clear he’s pushing his fingers inside her. He drops his lips to the base of her throat. “Such a tight little cunt,” he purrs. “Let me show you off to my friends.”

His fingers continue brushing over my skin, and I become putty in his hands. My hip. My wrist. My ribs. Every touch leaves me aching for more. And then finally, his hand dives deep between my legs and cups my pussy, and I let out a shallow groan.

He cups and grinds the heel of his palm against my clit, and I tremble. He works me through the sheer fabric of my thong as his other hand skims over my bare waist before trailing up to the slim shoestring strap that holds my sequined top together.

Then I feel his hand on my thigh, slowly trailing over every slight curve as if committing my body to memory. His fingers wrap around the inside of my knee, guiding my leg up and over his shoulder, opening me up to him and exposing me in the most vulnerable way, and considering his incredible height, I’m stretched wide.

The anticipation is almost too much to bear when he finally closes the gap and his tongue swipes through my slit, trailing from my entrance, right to my clit.

His mouth closes over my clit, his tongue flicking back and forth as he sucks and teases. I groan as I clutch my tit with one hand, teasing my nipple and knotting my other into his hair, refusing to let go.

His tongue works me, rolling over my clit, and as his fingers push deeper inside, I can’t hold on to it a second longer. I detonate, coming hard on his fingers, my walls shattering around him as I cry out.

I dig my thumbs into the waistband of his pants and shimmy them down his hips, sucking in a gasp as his heavy cock springs free, landing against my stomach. There’s a distinct feel of a piercing brushing against my skin, and it only excites me further.

I gasp at the feeling of him against my palm. He’s velvety smooth with thick, prominent veins leading up to his bulbous, pierced tip, and as I curl my thumb over the top, he shudders against me. “Just like that, Little Birdy. Again.”

My legs lock around his waist, and he buries his lips against my neck—kissing, licking, and nipping at the sensitive skin below my ears until I’m a squirming mess in his strong arms.

He grinds that thick cock against my core, and I start to shudder, the need becoming too much for me to handle. “Do you fuck yourself, Little Birdy?” he questions, his hot breath against my skin sending a wave of goosebumps sailing across me. “Have you ever pushed a big silicone cock up into this sweet cunt?”

he rumbles, finally reaching between us and taking the head of his delicious cock. “I’m going to fuck you, Little Birdy. If you want me to stop, tell me now. I’m going to take you inch by inch. Deep and fucking raw. It’s going to be hard and fast, but I will not hurt you.”

I groan as my walls begin to stretch. He’s barely inside of me, but he’s already stretching me further than anything found in my bedside table.

My walls have never been stretched so far, and with one more thrust, he bottoms out, taking me so fucking deep my hips jolt with surprise.

As if sensing that wild desperation coursing through my veins, he pulls back, and I feel his piercing teasing me from within. He thrusts again and I gasp loudly, my nails digging in even further. “Holy fuck,” I pant, my walls shattering around his thick cock.

While he was holding me, carrying my weight, his hips were doing all the work. But now, as he pushes into me with longer, deeper thrusts, I need to keep myself up.

I cry out, my body spasming with intense satisfaction as my walls desperately squeeze his thick cock. He lets out a strained breath, his body shuddering with mine, but he doesn’t stop moving or rolling his thumb over my clit, and with every second of his touch, every new thrust, my orgasm takes me higher.

I focus on his touch, relaxing deeper into my orgasm until finally, the intense pulses start to fade and he slows his tormenting thrusts.

His lips come back to my throat, giving me a second to catch my breath as his thick cock remains buried deep inside my pussy.

His lips are at the back of my neck, his chest pressed right against my back. “Bend over, Birdy. Offer me that sweet cunt.”

He pushes a finger inside of me from behind. “Spread your knees,” he says in that deep, rumbling tone, making me shudder. Without hesitation, I push my knees as far as they’ll go, opening myself to him as he continues plunging his fingers deep inside of me. In and out, spreading my arousal.

just when I think he’s about to plunge that thick cock back inside of me, I feel the warm swipe of his tongue against my clit.

I feel that delicious piercing skating through my wetness before stopping at my entrance, the height of my cunt lining up perfectly with his thick cock. “Don’t stop.” Never.

He doesn’t hesitate, thrusting again as he takes my hips to hold me still, and I furiously pick up my pace, the lazy roll over my clit turning into tight, desperate circles. He drives into me again and again until my legs shake.

His balls slam into my fingers as I work my clit, and as he rolls his hips, taking me at a new angle with deep, long thrusts, I cry out for more.

He stills, his hips jolting against my ass as he empties hot spurts of cum inside of me,

“Why is it that every time I walk into a room, I have to hear about someone’s dick?”

I fall back against the counter, peeling the layers of my carefully placed mask back and letting her see the real pain in my eyes, the agony of being so desperately in love with someone but not being able to scream it from the rooftops. Not being able to feel their touch, their love. It’s the most agonizing thing I’ve ever felt, and I know without a doubt that it will never go away.

I thought viewing her through the security feed was going to destroy me, but actually knowing what it feels like to be inside her, how it feels when her tight little cunt shatters around me, how she tastes and sounds when she comes . . . FUCK!

I fucked her raw, made her come three times—once on my tongue and the others on my cock. I robbed her of her virginity and then bent her over and emptied myself inside of her without a second of hesitation.

We were like fire together. The chemistry that burned between our bodies was like nothing I’ve ever experienced. She responded to my every touch as though we were made to fit together.

I have to force myself to take another step back to keep from remembering the way it felt as I pushed inside of her and the way she whimpered when her walls stretched around me.

I can’t get it out of my head, and now every time I look at her, I remember how it felt being inside her, how fucking tight she squeezed my cock when she came.

Only being this close, I can smell her, and that heavenly scent does wicked things to me, making me wish I could bend her in a million different ways and take her deep until she’s screaming my name.

She’s Austin’s little sister. I need to forget how fucking wet she was for me, need to forget how sweet she tasted on my tongue.

I hear the familiar sound of her flopping against her bed followed by a low groan, I find myself listening more intently. She tosses and turns, clearly trying to get comfortable when a soft hum sounds through the room . . . some kind of vibration. My whole body stiffens.

Aspen groans and my dick turns to fucking stone. Either she’s brushing her teeth in bed with an electric toothbrush . . . or she’s using a vibrator. Fuck. Fuck. FUCK! I’m a goner.

I fist my heavy cock, squeezing hard and willing myself not to be so fucking turned on by the woman in the ...

The sweet temptation is too much, and my fist starts moving up and down my thick length, barely able to grip it in my palm, and I let out a shaky breath, unable to keep from picturing her. Her mouth. Her hand. Her body. Everything I shouldn’t want.

her words taking me captive as my fist works up and down, tightening at my tip and trying to keep myself in control. But fuck, there’s no denying it now.

Who do you think of when you fuck yourself, Aspen? Is it me? Do you picture the way I’d bend you over and slam into your tight little cunt, taking you so fucking deep that you feel me in your throat?

Does the idea of me thinking of you get you hard? Are you fucking yourself right now and wishing it was my mouth on your cock? My tongue working over your tip?

Ride your fingers, Aspen. Picture me as you push them inside your sweet little cunt. “Oh, God,” I hear from next door, the hum of her vibrator getting more intense as she works through the levels. My hips jolt, my fist tightening around my cock as I furiously fuck my hand.

Don’t stop, Aspen. I’m not coming until I hear my name on your lips. Now ride your fucking fingers and think of the way my cock would fill you to the brim, stretch your walls until the point of pain. I know you’ve wondered how fucking big I am. Now picture the way I would take you.

She’s panting so heavily that it sounds like she’s right next to me, and I raise my hips, feeling ready to explode right along with her.

I come hard, shooting hot spurts of cum into the palm of my hand as Aspen rides out her high. I close my eyes, my head tilted back against the pillow as I just lay there, my chest heaving with a handful of cum.

Izaac Banks has got the filthiest mouth I’ve ever heard . . . or read. And I fucking loved it.

His chest and abs are so defined, and my mouth waters, desperate to reach out and touch him. Hell, I wouldn’t mind taking a bite either. The things I would do to this man . . .

I’ve never wanted to bury my face between those sweet legs more. I want to feel the way her walls stretch around me, bury my cock deep into her over and over until she screams my name, and what’s more, I know if she were given the chance, she’d take it without hesitation.