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“Yes.” The answer is breathy and shallow as he begins to kiss down the side of my neck and up my throat. His hand makes its way down my body until his fingers cover my center. Gently, he makes tight circles on my clit with the perfect amount of pressure. The sensation makes my hips buck and my breath catches. Another moan slips through as he continues to kiss my neck and chest.

The speed of his fingers picks up while my breathing becomes more ragged. I squeeze his shoulders as if holding him will anchor me to this moment. I press my head further into the pillow until my sight goes blurry and heat builds in my belly. He changes the direction he’s rubbing and it sends me over the edge as I speed toward my release. It erupts, and liquid shoots out of me as my body quivers. Did I just fucking pee? What the fuck!

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Pierce

Ohhh she’s a fucking squirter.

My dead, lonely life has never been so exciting. The look on her face is a mix between confusion and embarrassment. I guess she’s never experienced that before. What the fuck did that guy do for her anyway? I’m going to be the first and last man to show her what it’s like to fulfill your deepest desires.

“Have… have you never squirted before?” Her eyes shoot up to meet mine as she slowly shakes her head. Her cheeks flush as she starts to sit up. I’m not done with her yet. Gripping her hips, I pull her body back down the bed before placing her legs on either side of my hips. “I’m not finished with you, Mariposa,” I say as I line the head of my cock up with her dripping opening.

Her hands wrap around my neck as I slowly sink myself into her heat to the hilt. A quiet gasp escapes her luscious lips, and my mind immediately pictures them wrapped around my length. Chill out brain, we’ll get there. For now, I want to indulge in her pleasure. Starting slow, I pump in and out of her, allowing her time to get used to the intrusion. She closes her eyes for a moment before my hand is wrapped around her throat.

“Eyes on me, baby. Always on me. I want you to watch me feast on you.” Her eyes pop open as a slight layer of sweat gleams on her forehead. She’s beautiful. She looks like royalty and I want to explore more of her.

Once I can tell she’s adjusted and comfortable, I pick up speed as her hands fall to grip the sheet beside her. She throws her head back and lets out a moan. The sound is intoxicating. Throughout my lifetime, I have never been addicted to someone as I am with her. Her smell, taste, and feel are all perfect. I could live here forever.

And I will.

This feeling is like pure ecstasy as I quicken my pace and pound into her harder. Her whimpers and gasps are like music to my ears. As her inner walls start gripping me tighter, I know she’s close. I slow my rhythm and pinch her clit. A scream leaves her luscious lips as she orgasms around my cock. I race towards my release as I speed back up until the familiar tingle races up my spine. I see white and hear ringing in my ears before I coat her walls in my cum.

Once I'm soft again, I slowly pull out and fall to the bed next to her. She turns to face me and stares into my eyes before speaking.

“Why did you die?” The question makes my heart pound in my chest.

I take a deep breath before responding. “I never had the best life as a kid. I was an outcast, a weirdo, a loser. I had few friends and druggie parents that acted like they didn’t have a child to take care of. When I got to high school, it only got worse. I trudged through the hallways, minding my business and keeping to myself. The idea of socializing made me nauseous. I would go home to a shitshow of a house and my parents were too high to realize I was ever gone. To say I struggled with mental health would be an understatement. I had never known love, never been cared for, and was mute for most of my life. I had nothing to live for, nobody to care for, and no way out… except one. So I took it. On my twenty eighth birthday, I broke into the manor and went to the tub in the master bathroom. I got in and filled the tub before slitting my wrists open, letting my life drain from me. The afterlife has always been better and I regret nothing about doing it. Then, you came in and I feel more alive than ever… While being dead. So yeah, that’s my uneventful life story.”

Her mouth opens and closes as if she can’t find the right words. I let her think for a few seconds in silence, before she places her hand on my cheek as she leans in to kiss me softly. Her touch causes goosebumps to rise on my skin and my still heart flutters. She gives me a soft smile before speaking.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that, Pierce. You didn’t deserve it at all. I can’t imagine the pain you felt,” she whispers as she rubs her thumb across my cheek. Something in me ignites and my body warms. I’m fucking dead, how is this happening. She has this power over me that I don’t know how to explain. I’m confused, amazed, and a little scared.

I pull her closer to me, cradling her body to mine. She hugs me back and a wave of comfort washes over me. My heart doesn’t beat, but if it did…it would be happening right now. My soul is drawn to hers and in this moment, I have decided that my love for her is true. After being dead for so long…when you know, you know. Drifting off to sleep is easy next to her.

Waking up, the first thing on my mind is how much I want to see how fucked up she really is and what she’s willing to do with me. Looking in her direction, her eyes flutter open and she smiles.

“Good morning, Ghostie.” My eyebrows scrunch and my lip curls. Real original, Mariposa. She giggles at my reaction and it’s the sweetest sound. Leaning in, she kisses my lips gently and lingers close to me. She smells like vanilla and cinnamon. Absolutely delectable.

“Good morning, Mariposa. How dark is that mind of yours?” She narrows her eyes in suspicion and sits up.

“I don’t have any morals anymore, Ghostie. Why?” Oh, she’s in for a surprise. I smile and climb out of bed, grabbing her hand, pulling her with me. Keeping her hand in mine, fingers interlocked, I drag her downstairs, listening to the screams of the pranksters. Once downstairs, I walk her to the front door and look out the window, seeing teenagers and drunk college kids walking about. In the distance, I see three guys who look like ‘frat bros’ stumbling down the street. Who would miss a frat guy anyway?

“Do you see those three guys tripping down the street, Mariposa?” She looks out the window, trying to see who I’m talking about.

“Yeah I do, what about them?” She turns to me with curiosity in her eyes.

“Want to kill them?” Her eyebrows shoot up, her mouth drops open. She takes a step back, dropping my hand.

“What? Why would we do that? Are you serious?” The look on her face is adorable. She’s pure and delicious wrapped in innocence. Running my hand down the side of her face, I look her up and down. Her body visibly shutters at the attention it’s receiving.

“Why not? It’s Devil’s Night. Let’s cause mayhem, Mariposa.” She thinks about what I’ve said while looking down at her hands. After a few seconds, she responds.

“Fuck it, let’s do it.”

Let’s have some fucking fun.

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