She hardly knew him but nodded anyway.
“Come inside with me. I want to strip you naked. I want to fill you. Come with me, Sarah.”
She stared at him as he took her hand and stepped toward the haunted house. Josiah Hallow was living, breathing temptation. He wasn’t kidding when he called himself a beast of Satan. His sweet words were promising a night of sin. She wanted him. She would follow him into hell if she had to.
“Miss Merit.”
Sarah was torn from her trance when she heard her name. She pulled from Josiah’s grasp and turned toward the voice. A rotund, bald man a little shorter than her stood there, his wire glasses perched on the tip of his nose. Despite the warmth of the summer evening, he wore a striped sweater vest and a beige pair of slacks. Of all the people she had to run into, it had to be the principal of the church school she worked for.
“Mr. Rothsberg.” Her voice gushed out faster than she hoped. “How are you tonight?”
“What are you up to, Miss Merit?” he countered.
“Enjoying the carnival. You?”
She noticed Mr. Rothsberg stare over her shoulder. “Who’s your gentleman friend, Sarah?”
Sarah glanced over her shoulder. Josiah grinned back at her. His strong arms were crossed over his chest. He was intimidating. By the way her principal stepped back, he must have thought so, too. “This is Josiah Hallow. I was friends with his aunts.”
“I see.”
She heard the footsteps behind her moments before Josiah wrapped his arm around her waist. He extended his other out to the principal. “It’s good to meet you, sir.”
The principal let go an irritated huff as he shook Josiah’s hand. Mr. Rothsberg glared at Sarah. “Miss Merit, please remember that the way you behave directly reflects my school. I suggest you finish here and wish your friend good night on the midway.”
Sarah frowned at the older man, baffled. Where was all this hostility coming from? “Yes, Mr. Rothsberg. Good night.”
She watched him go. The lust that possessed her screamed for her attention, but her principal’s words echoed in her mind. This was a bad idea. It was time to part ways with Josiah Hallow before she lost her career, maybe even her soul.
Josiah’s voice was like the roll of thunder in her ear. “It’s time. Come with me, Sarah.” He left a feather trail of kisses along the curve of her neck. His erection nudged hard against her hip. The memories of her dream reminded her in vivid detail of what it would feel like between her lips then driving deep inside her. She whimpered in anticipation.
He took her hand in his and pulled her deep into the crowd surrounding them. The faces were a blur as she tried to focus on the man holding onto her. He didn’t look around to see who might be watching them when he lifted the bright orange cord that barricaded off the broken amusement ride. They were going to get caught for sure. She had no idea how the hundreds of people milling around the carnival grounds missed the pair climbing the steps and slipping between the heavy black curtains into the attraction. It didn’t seem logical at all.
The inside of the haunted house was dark and damp with a rotten, musty smell. The only light came from the beams of sunset that broke through the cracks of the flimsy walls. She tightened her grip on Josiah as they followed the single steel rail that ran along the floor. Then she gripped his arm with her other hand and clung to it. His fingers brushed her thighs and then swiped across the swollen flesh between her legs. She moaned at his touch.
The sound turned to a scream as she stopped face to face with a hairy statue with fangs bared. The fur it was covered in showed spots of decay. It was missing a claw or two. It still scared the crap out of her. She shook in fear.
Josiah wrapped her tightly in his arms and clamped a hand over her mouth. “Do that and someone will find us in here.”
She pried his hand off her mouth as she took in that particular area of the attraction. It had been decorated as Dracula’s gaudy parlor room. There was a nicked up antique desk complete with rickety chair next to a gold-framed full-length funhouse mirror. An aged burgundy velvet chaise lounge was shoved against a flimsy plywood wall beneath a fake window painted to be a night sky full of bats. There were smoked over picture frames hung on peeling mauve striped wallpaper. The images were just shadows behind the dust-caked glass. Her voice was shaky. “I don’t like this stuff. I hate werewolves.” She glanced across the rail to another mannequin dressed in a suit and cape. Its pale face sported another vicious set of fangs. “I hate vampires too.”
“The werewolf comment is a little harsh, don’t you think? I mean, I’m not a big fan of vampires either. Fucking bloodsuckers aren’t worth shit. But there’s nothing wrong with werewolves. It’s a bad representation, really.”
“Didn’t mean to offend. I didn’t know you were a big fan of…”
Her words were cut off by his mouth descending on hers. The hand that had covered her scream slid down to caress her throat. He squeezed slightly before dropping it to caress her breast through her dress.
She wove her fingers into his long dark hair and pulled him into another kiss. The feel of his lips on hers set her on fire. She craved his taste. He surrendered to her as he sunk into it with a moan. Having this strong, virile man at her whim gave her a rush she had never experienced before. He pulled her into his embrace for a long moment. Then he skimmed his powerful fingers down her body until he reached the hem of her dress. He nudged her away from him. A moment later the cloth of her dress flew past her eyes. Josiah dropped the garment on the ground and then sank to his knees.
“What are you doing?” Sarah asked in a shaky voice.
“You are so pure. So innocent. It’s almost a shame that I’m about to taint that.” Josiah slid her panties down her legs. “Have you had sex before?”
“In college.”
“Was that the last time?”
“Yes.”
He cupped his hand around her thighs and then dragged his tongue lazily across her nub. She shuddered as she gripped onto him. “I want you ready for me. Granted, I already made you come once. But I’m not your average guy.”
Her head fell back as his mouth feasted on her. He slipped a couple of fingers inside her and rocked them in and out. She felt the tension build quickly in every nerve in her body. Without a thought, she unclasped her bra and let it slide down her arms. She pinched and twisted her nipples as his pace quickened.
“Oh fuck, baby,” he groaned. Sarah looked down to her feet to find him gazing at her. One hand was still busy pleasuring her. His tempo never stopped ever with his other hand wrapped around his bare cock. She missed the sound of him undoing his zipper. He stroked himself as he watched her. “Don’t stop. Touch yourself. Pinch. Tug. Imagine my teeth nibbling at you. Imagine my hot breath on your skin.”
Her eyes fluttered shut as she continued to play with her nipples. She heard his breath deepen. He growled as he dug his fingers deeper inside her. He flicked her nub as the sound of flesh slapping flesh filled her ears. She was teetering on the edge. Her nerves tingled.
Josiah’s voice was almost inhuman. It was feral, primal. “Come, Sarah. Come for me. I’m going to come.”
She bit her lower lip to muffle her cry as her body exploded in pleasure. She barely made out his grunts. She saw the glisten of moisture on his free hand in the dim light. Seeing him kneeling at her feet, his eyes glazed over in ecstasy from his own orgasm, sent one last tiny shiver through her. He was sexy kneeling like that. It was too bad they experienced this apart and not joined.
Josiah wiped his hand on his slacks as he rose to his feet. His cock still stood proud and erect against his untucked dress shirt. The smile on his face terrified her and excited her all at the same time. He reached into his pocket and pulled free the tie he had been wearing at the church. She stared at him, wide-eyed. He chuckled as he circled her, studying every naked pore as he did so. She shivered at his gaze. She didn’t know why, but she felt like prey. It didn’t seem like the first time Josiah Hallow was the big,
bad hunter either.
She tried to follow him and meet him step for step. He laid a hand on her shoulder to still her. “Don’t move. I want to look at you.”
“I’m not a cow at the county fair,” she countered.
“No, you are a masterpiece.” He caressed her arm, trailing his fingers down the length of it. He was just far enough away for her to feel void without the feel of his body against hers. His touch grew firm as he gripped her wrist. Then he captured her other wrist and pinned them together. Something soft and smooth wound around them and then bound them tight. Her breath hitched. That was why he took out his tie.
He kissed her shoulder. He brushed her hair away from her neck and feathered his lips across her skin. She trembled at his touch. It wasn’t just his eyes that explored her. His hands fondled her breasts then her rump. He pressed his palm to the small of her back. “Bend over. Ass in the air.”
She glanced over her shoulder. “Why?”
His chin brushed her cheek as he growled in her ear. “Do as I say. Trust me.”
Sarah shook her head, baffled, as she folded herself at the waist. She winced at the awkward angle her arms bent in with her wrists tied behind her back. Josiah rubbed her ass then squeezed. “Fuck. So fucking beautiful.”
He kneeled once more to dive his tongue into her folds. She gasped at the invasion. He lapped frantically for a few moments. Her belly clenched tight as another explosion of ecstasy built inside her. She balanced on the precipice. She wanted, no needed, to come. And she was at his mercy.
Josiah stood again and gripped her hips. The material of his slacks scraped against the back of her thighs as the tip of his cock dipped inside her. Just the little bit of him stretched her further than she imagined. He rocked against her, driving him deeper. Her knees buckled. He wasn’t all the way in and filled her completely. Her mind went blank. Her body ached to envelop him, to feel him in her soul. The only thing that existed in her world was the cock impaling her.
“Tight. So tight.” Josiah groaned. He let go of her ass. She whimpered in protest. Fingers clenched her hip then slid beneath them. He rubbed circles around her clit. His strokes were slow and hard. He sunk in deeper with each thrust. She looked up at their reflection in the funhouse mirror. He was fully clothed in his Sunday best as he drove into her. She was bare as the day she was born, bent over with her rump nestled against his groin. She looked like the whore her mother warned her never to become. But she liked the image in the mirror. She didn’t want to be a whore. She wanted to be his whore. She rocked back the best she could to meet his thrusts. He groaned. He was finally buried to the hilt.
The flicker of his touch on her nub, their reflection in the mirror and the erection she swore was tearing her in two, shoved her over the edge. She bit her lip to muffle her cries. She grabbed the chair as Josiah clenched her hips. He grunted as his pace quickened to a frantic tempo. She felt him swell. Her body clenched tight around him as another hot wave dragged her under. His body stiffened as he throbbed his release inside her.
Sarah panted as he pulled free and then wrapped his arms around her. Her captured wrists pressed against his damp cock. She nudged the thick erection with her pinky finger. Her fluid and his seed mingled on his flesh. She twisted her hands until they wrapped around it tight. She struggled to pump up and down. He hissed at her embrace.
“Fuck, Sarah. That feels so good. Seeing you bent over, so obedient, taking my cock.” He groaned then tilted her head up to attack her neck with his mouth.
She fluttered her eyes open enough to take in Dracula’s sitting room. The lounge was angled just behind them. She took a step back into him. He staggered back.
His hand cupped around her throat to get her attention. “What are you doing, Sarah?”
Sarah stepped back again. Josiah tried to stand his ground and failed. It was an awkward gait, but it worked. The distance wasn’t far across the tiny stage of the haunted house. When they finally reached the lounge, she shoved him with her rump onto it, sprawling across him as they fell.
“What the fuck?” he demanded.
Sarah twisted herself until she faced him, straddling his lap with her legs. His erection still stood proud. She buried her mouth against his then traced his teeth with her tongue before knotting around his. She lifted her body, arching it to seek out his cock. She was empty without it. She needed to fill that void more than the air she breathed.
He growled. “Got problems, little girl?”
“Yeah,” she replied. The tip nudged the swollen flesh between her legs. Then it slipped away. “It seems you have control issues.”
“Maybe. I have a kink or two. I thought you were a good church girl.”
“I am. I don’t know what you did to me. This is wrong. But I can’t stop. I don’t want to stop. Please.”
“Please what?”
“Untie me.”
“Why? So you can control me?”
She dipped her lips to his again. He wove his fingers in her hair to draw her deeper. She rocked her hips against him. She sucked in her breath as her nub scraped across his flesh. She was about to come apart again.
Josiah bit at one of her nipples and then sucked it into his mouth. She moaned and bucked again. She rubbed against his naked cock wildly, seeking her own release. A growl rumbled from his throat. She didn’t care. She rocked harder as she panted. Her body shook. Stars flicked in her eyes.
He gripped her ass and lifted her. She felt his fingertips on her folds and then the tip of his massive cock. He clenched her waist and drove her down on him to impale her. She cried out at the invasion. It took a moment to adjust to the thick erection embedded deep in her body. She started to bounce. Each time sent a shock of ecstasy through her. She rode him as he sat back against the chaise. He caressed her ass as he moaned. Seeing him watch her as she pleased him was a bigger turn on than him taking her from behind.
Sarah felt a tug on her wrists. The tie fell to the floor. “Touch yourself.”
She stared at him through hazy eyes. She couldn’t object. All she could do was slide up and down the length of him.
He continued. “Your breasts. Your clit. You’re beautiful. Revel in it. I want to see you fondle yourself.”
Sarah wrapped her palms around her breasts and kneaded the flesh. She tucked her head and managed to run her tongue across her nipple. She couldn’t disobey. At the moment, he was her deity. She sold her soul to the devil, and he took her to paradise.
Josiah bucked hard. He pulled her hands free then latched onto her nub. She cradled his head to her breast. His suckling sent another fiery burst through her veins. She cried out as she came. He clamped his hand over her mouth and with his other hand, he clenched her ass as he arched hard and deliberate. He cursed and then groaned. He snarled. She felt him throb as he released. No condom sheathed him, not that it could. She felt his lips wander the curve of her neck. Then he spoke. It was like he could read her mind. “Relax, baby doll. I can’t get you pregnant, and I can’t carry the shitty sexually transmitted diseases humans pass around to each other.”
“You act like you’re not human.”
He stared her in the eye. She got lost in his chocolate brown gaze. “Just trust me.”
Unfamiliar voices drifted into the dim room. They were too close for comfort. They said words like wheel and wrench and running in an hour.
Josiah nudged her to her feet and then stood also. He scooped up her dress, panties, and bra and handed them to her. Then he carefully tucked his still hard cock into his pants and zipped them up. “Dress. We’ll go back to your place.”
Sarah kneeled to slip on her panties. “We can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“That nice, bald man you introduced yourself to earlier? He’s my boss, and he has some archaic philosophies on his single female teachers. If he gets word that I took a man back to my apartment to be alone, he won’t ask questions. He’ll fire me immediately.”
Josiah scowled. “I don’t
like how he looked at you.”
“What does it matter to you? He’s harmless. But my place is out of the question.”
He pulled her into his arms and kissed her long and deep. “Here’s the thing. I didn’t drive myself to the funeral. And my family has gone home. So I either stay with you, or I’m homeless for the night. And I’m not done with you yet. I’ve barely whet my appetite.”
Sarah’s breath came out in a rush. Her heart felt like it was going to explode from her chest. “What about your place?”
“What about it?”
“What if I take you home? You don’t live in town, do you?”
Josiah chuckled. “Umm, no. I don’t.”
“So let’s go to your place.”
The sounds of boot steps on the metal stairs echoed through the haunted house. “Sure. But I drive. We’ve got to go. Someone is coming.”
Before Sarah could object, Josiah took her hand and led her through the rest of the dark maze and to the emergency exit onto the sunset bathed midway.
Chapter Four
Warm morning sunlight bathed the wood plank floors of the cabin. Josiah stretched his legs as he broke free from the sleep stupor that still held him in a firm grip. Things penetrated his senses one by one. This was his bed. It was thick and warm. His scent permeated the sheets and pillows. It wasn’t just the smell of body wash or aftershave. There was an underlying musk there, too, that was unique to the Hallow men, and it drove women wild.
Speaking of women, a firm, soft ass was nestled against his hard cock. But this was his bed. He never brought women to his cabin. They couldn’t get attached if they didn’t know where he lived. He wanted to keep it that way. That was until now, he guessed.
His memories went to the night before, of the long drive home that got longer when they pulled over in the woods to have sex. For being a good church girl, Sarah rode him in the driver’s seat like a wanton harlot. He wanted to feel her full red lips on his erection, but she resisted. Baby steps. It would take encouragement, but it wouldn’t be long before she was bobbing up and down on him.
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