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I glance at the rearview mirror to find the road empty, save for a glowing horseman. And he’s galloping toward me, a foot above the tarmac.
“Show me what else you can do, wench,” he growls, the sound going to the pulse between my legs. “Impress me, and I will spare your life.”
It’s impossible to know where to look—at the oversized pumpkin or the oversized cock,
“Eyes on me,”
“Good girl,”
“You are taking my cock so well,”
“You will take what you are given and be thankful,”
“Good girl,”
“I have waited centuries to find a hussy who could take my wood,” he growls. “You’re a special little slut.”
“Show me that you’re worthy of my cock.”
“How prettily you shriek, but I think you can go louder.”
“By the time I’ve finished, you will hunger for no other man but me!”
“I would kill those bastards before they lay their eyes upon what’s mine.”
“Do you like that, Beautiful Bess?”
“It’s been centuries since anyone has caught my interest,” he replies. “There’s a way about you I find impossible to resist.”
“You are dripping, pretty pony. Is all of that for me?”
I’m being fucked by a dead man, but I have never felt so alive.
“You are taking my cock so well.”
“You’re a natural beauty, Bess. No one can tell me any different.”
“Would you believe that my desire for you was greater than the compulsion to kill?”
“Only one thing has made the centuries of torment worthwhile,” he rumbles. “What?” His fingers slide down my hand to intertwine with mine. “Meeting you.”
“Oh my god,” I say with a gasp. “I appreciate the sentiment,” he growls, “But you should call me Jack.”
“M-my soul is really pure?” “I see your kindness, your giving heart, your self-respect. I even see your pain. You are even more lovely on the inside.”
“The time I’ve spent with you is a slice of paradise I will cherish forever.”
“Bess, your touch is a miracle.”
“Wet for me, my little beauty?”
