Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 54626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 273(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
She slammed down on him again.
Nope. Do not care. “Are you certain I am not dreaming?” This was amazing.
“If you are, do you care?” she panted.
“I already decided I do not.”
She began moving at a vigorous pace, planting her soft palms on his chest. He was almost afraid to touch her and find nothing there, but the urge to cup her breasts outweighed his hesitation.
His hands glided up the gentle curves of her waist and found the soft heavy mounds. Two pert nipples, like little pearls, beaded against his palms.
He groaned, feeling the sensation build deep in his groin. It had been far too long since he’d had sex. “Are you sure this is real? I’ll be very disappointed if I find myself fucking a pillow.”
“I don’t know,” she moaned. “But your hard dick is going to make me come.” She bore down on him and cried out.
The sound triggered his explosion, the cum jetting out in a thick stream.
“Oh Gods.” He sat up in bed, nothing but air in front of him. His body was covered with sweat. His sheets were, well… “Not again.”
His cell phone vibrated on his nightstand. He picked it up.
Sky: Sorry about the sheets, but that was amazing.
He smiled and shook his head. “I can’t believe I just fucked a ghost.”
When do I get my turn, tailor?
“Never. And shut the hell up.”
To Damien’s delight, there wasn’t a living soul to be found the next morning. Someone had even cleaned up Pet’s mess in the kitchen.
Now this is what I am talking about. Quiet. Peaceful. Solitude.
He went for the coffee beans and put the kettle on to boil water. I think I’ll drive the VW today. Yes, that was his festive car, only used on days when he felt playful and alive. Something about the peppy sound of the engine.
He never dreamed that telling his secret would lift so much weight off his shoulders, but it had.
As for Sky, maybe it would not be such a bad thing to let her stay a while. He could not kill her. Again. And she had clearly mastered dream-fucking.
His cock thickened just thinking about how good it had felt to plunge his dick inside her, to feel her stretch around his girth, to hear her cry out as she took her pleasure from his…
My dream dick? He didn’t know, and he did not care. Damien was in far too good a mood to think too much on the matter.
Yeah, so what if you killed her? And now you’re fucking her. Totally works with your “code,” tailor.
“Say whatever you like, but nothing can spoil this mood.”
“What’s for breakfast?” Pet fluttered in.
And I spoke too soon. “Where did you come from?” he snarled.
“We built a bonfire in your yard and fell asleep outside. Oh, and Elenore said goodbye—she’ll meet us at the festival in Miami. I think she wanted to look for more weres to come with us as backup.”
This could not be happening. And there was no damned place in his yard for a bonfire, let alone material to burn. If they touched my redwood Adirondacks, I will murder them.
“By the way,” Pet said, “I heard your ghost sex went well. Nice…”
“Sky told you?”
“I’m a sex fairy; I can hear people banging from a thousand miles away. Right now, there are five hundred and sixty-two people orgasming. Music to my ears.” Pet smiled like the tiny pervert she was, flashing her sharp teeth. It was almost as disturbing as Bonbon’s smile.
Speaking of Bonbon, the white furball sauntered in with a bounce to his step. “Hey, what’s for breakfast? All that cuddling last night has me hankering for something sweet. Who wants to make me pancakes with Gorgonzolina’s ass hair?”
Damien winced. “Why are you here, Bonbon?”
“Didn’t Sky tell you? We’re going with you to Miami.”
“No. You are not. You must lea—”
“Yeah, yeah,” Bonbon groaned exasperatedly. “We must leave. You’re cursed. You have a psycho killer living inside you. Blah, blah, blah. We get it, Damien. But you don’t get to dictate what we do, what sort of cursed people we hang with, or where we live.”
“This is my fucking house!”
“Language, man. My woman is here.” Gorgonzolina trotted in and sat next to Bonbon. He gave her furry brown cheek a quick lick.
Eesh… They were by no means an attractive pairing, but what did Damien know? He’d just fucked a ghost in his sleep and thoroughly enjoyed it.
“I give up.” Damien threw his hands in the air. “I cannot fight you anymore. Live here. Take over my family’s shop. Drink all my scotch. Die from my curse. Let my evil twin slit you from mouth to tail. I do not care.”
He had tried his best. They would not listen. What more could he do?
“I so need coffee.” Amelia waltzed in wearing a Winnie the Pooh nightie—no bra—her dark hair in a messy bun atop her head.