by Jada Turner
“Oh God!” she gasped.
Ravenously, he devoured her sucking and licking the velvet folds of her labia. Her wet heat spilled from between her legs and she grabbed at his hair as he pushed deeper inside her. She writhed as he moved from her lips and sucked hard at her strawberry bright clit.
Willa closed her eyes, drifting away on the wave of ecstasy. His tongue worked her expertly, taking her closer and closer to the edge. Her moans crashed in her ears and she almost felt embarrassed that the neighbours might hear. Outside though, the rain was now pouring hard and the thunder roared as the storm ripped through the heavens.
Jeremie gripped her thighs and squeezed her legs against his head. He plunged into her without abandon, flexing and flattening his tongue in just the right way to stimulate her pleasure points. Willa was panting hard now, feeling the wild rush of climax. Her moans grew louder and louder and she wanted desperately for this moment to last forever. She never wanted this bliss to ever end.
Inevitably though, her body could take no more. She finally surrendered to the aching release. She arched her back as untrammelled release engulfed her. The powerful orgasm was more intense than anything she had ever experienced before. She shuddered and writhed, lost in the heady delirium of pleasure.
Time seemed to stand still and she was lost in a haze. She sank back into the bed as he slowly emerged from between her legs. She opened her eyes and looked up at him. His face was a mask of lust, and he slowly unbuttoned his pants. He wore no underwear, and his cock was a throbbing monolith, huge and magnificent.
“Fuck me,” she said harshly. “I want you inside me.”
With wolf-like grace, he pressed his weight against her and his wings fanned out. She bit her lip as the fat head of his dick nudged against the slick mouth of her vagina. For a moment he hesitated, and she realized he was silently asking permission. She stroked the corded muscles of his arms and nodded.
He grinned, and his face lit up like a beacon. He was perfection incarnate, and she had never felt such a connection with any other living thing in her whole life. Her lips parted into a half-smile, beckoning him to take her.
Jeremie pushed in deeper, and Willa groaned with pleasure as his large meat filled her tight hole. He moved slowly, carefully, treating her with tenderness. She was still wet from her orgasm and there was little resistance as gently fucked her. She purred like a wildcat and wrapped her legs around him. She dug her nails into the firm contours of his back urging him to go faster.
He obliged, thrusting deeper into her. His breath panted and he crushed his mouth against hers. She kissed him hard, desperate for his taste. Exquisite pain speared her body as he pounded her pussy, and she bucked against him consumed by feral lust.
“Yes,” he rasped, breaking the kiss and throwing back his head. “Yes! Yes!”
Willa’s hands moved down to his iron hard buttocks, and she squeezed and clawed at them, as he rammed her. The bed screeched with protest and outside the rain pelted hard against the window, its roar filling the whole bungalow.
His motion sped up, and she sensed he was close to release. She moaned loudly, begging him to fuck her, whipping him up into a wild frenzy. Then his whole body tensed and he emptied his seed inside her. At the moment of sweet release, his bones seemed to melt away and he sagged against her. The beating of his heart drummed against her chest. She held him close, keeping him inside her. She wanted this intense moment of intimacy to last forever.
Eventually, Jeremie kissed her softly on the forehead and slipped gently out of her pussy. He wrapped her up into his embrace, and covered them both with his wing. With the storm raging outside, she felt warm and safe in his arms and snuggled deeper into his chest.
An eternity of companionable silence stretched between them, until Jeremie spoke again. “You are hurt.”
She lifted her head and frowned. “What do you mean? You mean in the fight in the alleyway? No. I was a bit bruised, but no real damage, thanks to you.”
“No, not like that,” he said. “You’re hurt inside. Someone hurt your soul. I can sense these things.”
She let his words sink in, and she realized what he was talking about. “His name’s Alec,” she said in a flat voice. “I met him at college. I loved him like crazy. He was my first too. I thought he loved me too. I guess he did in his own sick way, that’s why he used to hit me.”
A flicker of pain crossed Jeremie’s face and he nuzzled her closer to him. “You are running from him.” It was a statement more than a question.
“That’s how I ended up here. One day he’ll find me and I’ll move on again.”
“Not now,” Jeremie whispered. “I am here.”
“You’ll move on as well,” Willa said bitterly. “When you’ve found that scroll or whatever it is.”
Jeremie started slowly kissing her neck, and she felt her pussy dampen again. His long fingers fondled her pebble hard nipples and she gasped. “No,” she said. “If this isn’t going to last, I don’t want the pain of reliving what we did more than once.”
He lightly nibbled her ear, opening the floodgates of bliss. His hand slowly trailed down her abdomen and belly and fingered her swelling slit. She crooned as two of those wonderful fingers eased inside her.
“Let it happen,” his voice caressed her ear like silk. “We can’t fight it.”
She surrendered to him. His fingers explored the sensitive walls of her pussy, homing in on the rough tissue of her g-spot. He danced over it with erotic skill, flicking and rubbing it until she was writhing helplessly on the bed.
“Oh God! You’re no angel!” she cried.
“I was human once. A long time ago, before the Essence chose me for His crusade. I don’t remember much of that life, but I remember how to touch a woman.”
Willa tried to reply, but the sudden rush of orgasm hit her with all the force of a freight train. She gripped his wrist as clear ejaculate gushed over his fingers. He took them out and greedily lapped up her sweet nectar.
“Ride me,” he ordered. “I want you on top.”
Willa needed no further encouragement. She pushed out of his tangled embrace and straddled his firm body. His cock had stirred into life again, and was still wet from being inside her the first time. She clamped her mouth over his manhood and sucked him hard. Now it was his turn to writhe and arch his back.
“Please, don’t send me over the edge like this,” he panted. “I want to be inside you again.”
With a hint of sadistic relish, she swallowed him down to the root, brushing her nose against the soft burr of his blond pubic hair. Then she finally released him, and shifted round until she could lever herself onto his dick. Her pussy ached again as she pushed him inside her, and she clutched at his defined pectorals to counter the pain. A look of pure rapture crossed his face, and he reached up to squeeze and play with her ripe breasts.
This time they moved slower. The frantic passion of before had given way to a slow rhythmic dance. He was so powerful and tender, and she drifted away into sweet oblivion. His magnificent cock pushed up between her legs like a machine, sending her body to new heights of sensation. Another orgasm exploded inside her, and she almost swooned from the intensity. She fingered her breasts as she came, and growled like a lioness.
Jeremie let out a sharp moan shortly after, and shot his load. She revelled in the sticky heat of his seed, wanting his very essence to fill her. The connection she felt between them was a golden bond, eternal and unbreakable.
This time when they parted, she was utterly exhausted and fell into a deep contented sleep as soon as she pressed her head against his chest. The last thing she remembered was the steady thrum of the rain as the storm petered out.
CHAPTER 4
The grey light of dawn was just beginning to break as Willa and Jeremie arrived at the disused steel mill at the edge of town. The storm of last night had left the ground fresh and wet, and Willa breathed in the strong smell of vegetation. Everything felt renewed and invigorated.<
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She waited outside, next to the Datsun, while Jeremie went into the derelict building to look for the scroll. The bracelet had led them here, and the angel did not take long finding it. Willa tried to ignore the sense of loss she felt when he re-emerged, wrapped in his over-sized coat. The scroll glittered seductively in his hand.
When he joined her, she mustered a smile. “So, I guess you’ll be going now. I’d offer you a ride to the train station, but you can get around on your own steam.”
He gave her a long, unreadable look. “Come with me,” he said at length.
She blinked at him. “What?”
She saw his Adam’s apple bob in his throat and he lowered his gaze. “There is nothing for you here. This town is cursed by Moon’s dark past. You’re not happy here, and you said that Alec could come looking for you someday.”
“But where would we go? Back to where you come from?”
He shook his head. “My mission is to stay on earth. Though Flick and his men have gone back to Deimos now, there are other demons, other artifacts to recover. That’s my task. Life will not be easy with me, but I don’t want to be parted from you.”
His voice was raw with emotion, as if the words had been physically torn from his throat. She stared at him in the pale light, never feeling so happy or such terror as she did at that moment.
Somewhere in the distance, she heard the distant rumble of thunder. Coming to a decision, she reached out and took his hand and they got into the car in silence.
*****
THE END
Ghosting
An Erotic Ghost Romance
1
“New England Paranormal Society,” she answered, stifling a bored yawn. “How may I help you?”
“H-hello...?” came a man’s frightened voice. “I...I think my house is haunted.”
“Uh-huh,” she said, scribbling everything he told her onto a piece of paper. “And how long has this been going on?”
“I can’t be sure,” he said in exasperation. “It started after we moved in.”
“I see.”
“No, you don’t!” he shouted through the phone, making her wince. “You don’t know what it’s been like with that thing running about destroying my house! Get out here and do something about it!”
She let out a weary sigh and did as she was instructed to do. “I’m sorry, sir. I’ll inform my boss and someone will get back to you shortly. But if you want my opinion…”
At that moment Carl strolled in munching a bagel. He snatched the receiver out of her hand. “Listen, we’ll be out there tomorrow.” Carl flashed her a look
Jenna Scott hung her head in shame. “I know,” she sighed. “He seemed so helpless. I’ve been working here a year, I can handle cases.”
Carl finished his bagel and made himself a cup of coffee. “Someday,” he said, patting her on the back. “You’ve just got to learn to tell the difference from the ghouls and the nutjobs.”
“You mean there’s a difference?”
“Ha-ha,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “You have a big imagination and you get too obsessed with the cases, but listen,” he began, as he eyed her large breasts through her low cut shirt. “How’d you like to get away from the phones for a while?”
Jenna sat up with renewed interest. “What’s up?” she asked as she pulled her sweater on to avoid Carl’s gaze. Men had trouble looking her in the eyes.
He guzzled his coffee before setting the cup down on her desk. “How’d you like a case? A real case.”
“But you said I wasn’t ready.” Jenna frowned. Carl looked shiftier than usual. If she didn’t know any better, she’d think he was plotting something. “Alright, what’s the deal?”
Carl blanched. “Deal?” he repeated nervously. “What deal?” He whipped out a hankie and mopped his brow. “I just thought you wanted out of the crypt for a while.”
“Sure,” she replied slowly. “I do.”
“Then don’t ask silly questions. This case is a chance for you to show the boss what you’re made of.”
“So spill it.”
He leaned forward and began reciting with unabashed glee. “It’s a haunted castle. In England!”
“A castle!”
“Sure enough,” he laughed. “But listen, We can’t get anyone out there. No one will touch it with a ten-foot pole.”
“What do you mean no one will touch it?” she demanded. He got up and rifled around in the file cabinet for a folder and tossed it at her. “Everything you need to know is in there.”
Jenna dragged the folder towards her and eyed him suspiciously. “Why won’t anyone touch it, Carl?”
He shoved his hands in his pockets. “Read the file.”
“Why don’t you tell me?”
“Because I want to sleep at night,” he snapped. “We need someone out there stat. Randy won’t go and Brad hates to fly.”
“So why don’t you go?”
“Look,” he said irritably, “I’m doing you a favour by offering you this. The guys don’t think you’re good enough anyway. Refuse this and they’ll be right.”
“I’m plenty good enough,” she retorted. “You idiots think just because you can hold a camera straight you’re experts. Well, you’re not. I helped you out with Waverly Hills, remember?”
“You did,” he admitted. “But that was a lucky break. The bossman wanted to take you up to that house in Concord, but the guys said all you’d do was scream.” Carl shuffled his feet in embarrassment. “I sort of agreed with them.”
Jenna was hurt. “Carl! I thought you were my friend!”
“I am,” he sighed. “Just look at the file and get back to me. This could be your big chance, don’t screw it up.”
She picked up the folder and a cassette fell out. “What’s this?”
“The EVP’s they got when they investigated in ’94.”
“So, no one’s tried to go back?”
“Not that I know of.” Carl handed her a tape player. “The place has a habit of driving its owners nuts. The last guy strung himself from the rafters.”
“You’re joking.”
“I wish I were.” Carl glanced outside. “It’s getting late. Take that stuff home and see what you think. The boss is willing to send you up there, all expenses paid.”
Jenna nodded, tucking the folder and tapes into her bag. “So if I go, what’ll I take with me?”
“Just you and a strong stomach.”
“You mean I’ll be on my own?”
Carl paled. “Well, you’ll have Marcus.”
“I thought you weren’t afraid of anything, Carl. You look like you’re about to wet your pants.”
“Shut up!” he snapped angrily. “You should be on your knees thanking me. I could have gotten those yahoos from the university.”
“Why didn’t you?”
Carl looked at her and said grimly, “He didn’t want them.”
“What are you talking about?” Jenna replied uneasily, not caring for the way he was acting. “You’re scaring me.”
“Good.” He helped her on with her jacket and walked her out. “You want the job or not?”
Jenna sat behind her steering wheel and answered without thinking, “I do.” She was just as surprised as Carl and added hastily, “I mean, sure I’ll go.”
Carl nodded. “I’ll tell the bossman. Make sure you get a good night’s sleep. You’re going to need it.”
Jenna drove off feeling oddly content. This would be her first solo investigation and hopefully, not her last.
2
Twenty-four hours later, Jenna was on her way to London. Of course, Carl would have to stick her in coach. After a lousy dinner of cardboard salmon and limp asparagus, she read through the file and immediately asked why she didn’t pack a parachute.
Blackmoor Castle. Just the name was enough to induce a cold sweat. Built in 1266, the stone behemoth had braved enough murders and invasions to render it u
ninhabitable. Jenna shivered as she read horrific tales of beheadings, torture, and dungeons. Numerous husbands had offed their wives in gory and messy instances in which the heads or bodies were never found, while recent tenants fled screaming into the night with nothing but the clothes on their backs.
“Carl,” she muttered to herself. “What did you get me into?”
Page after page of police investigations, broken leases, and mysterious accidents swam before her eyes. At one point Jenna listened to the EVP’s recorded during half-hearted ghost hunts. What she heard was enough for her to rip the earbuds out and shove the tapes back into her purse. As she flipped through the pages her eyes caught a photograph of a painting of a handsome man. His eyes looked familiar and she felt heat rising in her body.
“Calm down, Jenna” she whispered to herself. “I know its been awhile but there is no sense in getting turned on by a ghost.”
The plane would be landing soon, and Jenna decided to take a nap to avoid the feelings that picture had stirred within her. She slipped a pillow under her head and closed her eyes. As she did so, she tried not to give too much credence to the horrors that she’d heard on the tapes. She fell into a restless sleep plagued by sex dreams. Unseen hands, caressed her body, moving slowly. The hands slid along her jawline, fingers softly traced her mouth. She reached out to suck the fingers gently but they disappeared. She lay still and the hands returned, urgent, searching. She longed for that touch. A touch like she had never experienced in her real life. The hands appeared at her feet, gently sweeping that amazing touch over them and up her legs. She parted her legs, wanting desperately for that touch. The hands disappeared again. Frustrated, Jenna lay still again. But the hands did not return. Just a man’s voice whispered to her. He only said one thing.