but kneeling here with his cock in my mouth makes him look otherworldly. It doesn’t help that he’s still holding that fucking ax. “Good girl,” he snarls. My heartbeat quickens, and I hum around my mouthful. I really shouldn’t be getting so excited over a malevolent spirit’s praise. “You like that?” he says without moving the pumpkin’s carved maw. “You like sucking the cock of a vengeful ghost?” I choke around his cock.
