Haunted Love

by Sheridan Anne

I feel like too much of a fucking perv watching it, so I put it in fast forward and skip through the best fucking night of my life, watching as I press her into the wall and taste her before having her hold the bar above her head and drilling into her.

I watch as Aspen comes for the second time, and it takes everything in me not to stare as her tits bounce with every thrust of my hips. My cock twitches in my jeans, painfully hard,

I hit pause on the tape, the angle of Aspen’s leg as I remove her boot perfectly showcasing her glistening cunt, and despite calling on my every last shred of willpower, I can’t find it in me to look away.

“Do you have any idea how fucking messed up that is? This is Aspen, Izaac. Are you not getting that?” “Oh, I’m fucking getting it, but from where I’m standing, you’re the one who’s not getting it,”

“Get off her fucking back about it. She did nothing wrong, and from what I’ve seen in this footage, you have nothing to worry about anyway. She’s not whoring herself out. She’s not getting drunk and letting assholes take advantage of her. She knows her fucking limits and is being respectful of herself. But if you really need to know what she’s doing, then I’ll tell you, right after I call her and tell her in explicit detail every fucking vile thing you’ve done within the walls of my club. Is that what you want? Because I’m not violating her privacy without violating yours. So, what’ll it be?”

Aspen and I . . . we just fit together. Call me cliché, but it’s as though her body was made just for me. I’ve never had a woman take me so well, and for it to feel that fucking good. Even before I knew it was her, I already considered her to be the best I’d ever had.

“Since last week, you have become my kink. Nothing has been able to compare to the way you touched me, and now . . . I don’t even know what I need from you, just that I need it to be you.”

A deep growl of approval rumbles through his chest as his hand dips low between my thighs. He cups my pussy through my jeans and grinds the heel of his palm against my clit, making my hips jolt as though being struck by lightning.

“Yes. I need you to touch me. Ruin me.” Without warning, his hand twines into the back of my hair, and he pulls my head to the side as his hungry lips come down on my neck.

“Oh, God,” I moan, my eyes rolling as he continues to grind his palm against my pussy. “I need to feel you inside me.”

he whips me back around and grabs me by the ass. I’m lifted into his strong arms, and my legs hook around his waist, holding on for dear life as my body molds to his.

“Do you smell the sweet scent of your arousal?” he rumbles, bracing his knee between my legs and leaning toward me, then without warning, he closes his mouth over the sharp peak of my nipple, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud. “You’re addictive.”

His tongue continues working over my nipple when I feel his hand slide down the inside of my thigh, and my breath catches, my body jolting as he reaches my drenched core.

My body squirms beneath him, but he doesn’t relent, doing it again and again, curling his fingers inside me before pulling them free and rolling them straight over my clit.

I feel that addictive piercing as his cock falls against the inside of my thigh, and I can’t resist curling my hand around him, gently squeezing and roaming my fist up and down. I can barely fit my whole hand around him, and just as I stretch my thumb across his tip, he plunges his fingers deeper.

With his lips so close to my ear, I hear him loud and clear, and that tone . . . I know that fucking tone better than I know the reflection that stares back at me every morning in my bathroom mirror.

without a single second of hesitation, I release my hold around his cock and bring my foot up, slamming it against his chest and forcing him as far away as I possibly can. That voice could only belong to one man. Izaac fucking Banks.

When you’ve been so deeply in love with someone for most of your life, it’s statistically inevitable that at some point, that person will cause you pain.

The second I get even a hint that someone is starting to feel something for me, I call it quits. Hell, I’ve never even kissed a woman. It’s too fucking personal.

Love you, Whoreasaurus.”

A smirk settles across my face as my hand comes down over his on my thigh, my fingers threading through his as I push my ass back, feeling just how fucking rock hard he is for me.

Moving the sheer fabric of my thong aside, Izaac drags his fingers through my wetness, a growl rumbling through his chest and vibrating against my back.

He rotates his fingers inside of me, and my walls tremble around him as my eyes flutter closed. It’s so fucking good, even more so when he stretches another finger to my clit and rubs lazy circles.

My back stiffens, and as he pushes it inside me, I realize it’s some kind of metal ball. I gasp as the heavy ball rests inside me, quickly followed by a second. They slowly move, massaging deep inside of me, and everything clenches.

I feel as he shifts behind me, and before I even know what he’s doing, he’s on his knees, and just as his warm mouth closes over my clit, the balls begin vibrating inside of me.

He works my clit better than I ever could with my fingers. Sucking, flicking, teasing until I’m practically riding his gorgeous face, all while the vibrating balls send me into a whole new dimension.

“I thought I told you to get on your knees,” he questions before holding up some kind of controller. He presses a button and the balls buzz to life with such intensity,

My mouth waters, following the movement as he fists that massive cock, slowly working up and down. “You’re gonna take me in your mouth, Aspen. And you’re not going to stop until I’ve emptied myself inside your sweet mouth. Is that understood?”

Izaac steps in even closer as I close my mouth around his thick cock, immediately feeling his piercing at the back of my throat, but due to the sheer size of him, I wrap my fingers around his base, holding him still.

Physically incapable of taking his whole length in my mouth, I add my other hand, working my fists up and down as my cheeks hollow out, sucking hard and circling his tip with my tongue, getting the most devilish satisfaction out of the feel of his piercing on my tongue.

Keeping myself moving, I give it my all, and as his grip tightens in my hair and I taste the sweetest drop of pre-cum on his cock, I realize just how close to the edge he is, and I’ve never wanted anything more. I need to see him come undone, need to taste him in the back of my throat and swallow every last drop he has.

Izaac comes hard, shooting hot spurts of cum to the back of my throat, and without a single moment of hesitation, I swallow it down, claiming every last drop.

Izaac finishes, and when every last drop of him is gone, I pull back, releasing my hold from around his cock and lowering down on my knees as I try to catch my breath.

Positioning himself beneath me, I feel his tip at my entrance, and then he slowly begins to lower me. I take him inch by inch, stretching wider than ever before. My walls tremble around his sheer size, and I don’t dare move as I let my body adjust to his delicious intrusion.

Izaac reaches down between us, his thumb gently pressing to my clit and rubbing tight circles as I slowly begin to pick up my pace. My body quivers, the undeniable pleasure quickly taking over, and with each new thrust of my hips, I get closer to the edge.

My walls convulse around his sheer size and then finally, he empties himself inside of me, his body stiffening against mine and it’s fucking everything I knew it would be and more.

I awkwardly pull myself away, feeling his warm cum dripping out of me.

when Izaac looks at me like that while deep inside of me, I feel it in my chest. I feel the warmth spreading through my veins, the need pulsing through me, and I know without a doubt that I would never feel anything like this for another man.

Izaac is and will always be my forever, and the more we do this, the harder it’ll become to pretend that part of me doesn’t exist.

I overhear Becs on the phone with my brother. “You should have seen it. This guy just shot his load all over your sister’s tits, and now he’s about to ask her out. It’s like a Hallmark moment.”

When I’m not near her, I crave her. When I’m not inside her, I need to be. And when I come inside her, I wish for things neither of us are prepared for.

“Fucking hell, Birdy. Do you have any idea what you’ve been doing to me out there?” “You think I don’t?” she questions, pushing her ass back against me, feeling just how desperate I am for her.

“Tell me to stop.” “I can’t do that,” she pants. “I need you inside me. I need you to fuck me.”

Aspen reaches behind, gripping my cock in the palm of her hand and quickly working me, her thumb looping over my tip and lingering on my piercing,

She arches her back, pressing her ass back into me, and I groan as I take her hip, stilling her. Then guiding my tip to her entrance, I feel just how fucking wet she is, and without another second of warning, I slam deep inside of her.

She’s so fucking warm inside, fitting me just right, and I grit my teeth as she clenches around me. “You like that, Birdy?” “Oh, God. Yes. More,” she cries out.

“See how well you take me?” I demand, rolling my hips before slamming back inside of her, taking her deeper. “See what you do to me? This tight little cunt could bring me to my knees, Aspen.”

“It’s yours,” she pants, trying to find purchase against the door. “All yours.” “That’s right,” I say, curling my hand around the front of her hip and diving between those creamy thighs,

she groans, trying to grind against my hand while also pressing back against my cock to take me deeper. I give her everything she wants as I feel that familiar tightening in my balls, but I hold off,

the second I get her near my desk, I bend her over it,