Page 19 of Adored by the Grumpy Ghost (Mapletown Monster Mates #1)

Winston

I never knew it could be like this. Natalie is glorious, her pussy glistening with her come, her lips swollen and pink from my mouth––the sight is breathtaking.

I can’t stop licking her, sucking her. Her skin is so hot and smooth, except for the short curls covering her mound, but those carry her incredible scent, so I can’t resist shoving my nose into them and breathing her in.

The flavor of her arousal is a heady mix of sweet and tangy, and I want to drink her down. Every last drop.

My pants grow uncomfortably tight as my dick turns into a steel rod. Natalie lets out a whimper, and I swear it goes straight to my balls. The sounds she makes, dear god. Each time those luscious lips part, I feel like I’m shoved to the edge of a cliff, dangerously close to falling over the side.

Her juicy thighs quiver against my cheeks as I thrust my tongue into her channel, using my fingers to play with her clit.

She gasps, her perfect teardrop tits bouncing as her back arches for me.

I love watching her, lost to the pleasure I’m giving her.

Part of me––a large part of me––wants to make her addicted to me, to my hands, my tongue, and my dick, ruining her for other men.

If I’m honest with myself, I don’t want her to even look at other men. It’s the caveman in me, and I know Natalie wouldn’t be pleased to hear how possessive I’m becoming of her I’m. She’s a modern woman, and based on the stickers covering her folding computer, she’s also a feminist.

But I don’t care. She’s mine. Every part of her belongs to me, and I want to be the one responsible for satisfying her every need.

“Ohh, yes,” she pants, her small hands fisting the comforter beneath her as she cants her hips.

I thrust my tongue harder, showing her the intensity and cadence I wish to provide once it’s my cock inside her wet heat instead of my tongue.

“More,” she cries.

Using my thumb, I draw circles around her clit, pressing harder on the left side, which I’ve noticed is the side that makes her moan a little louder, makes her knuckles turn a little whiter as she fists the blanket.

I decide to swap my tongue and my fingers, knowing how much better I can make her feel this way. My cheeks are soaked with her nectar. She’s dripping for me. It’s perfect. She’s perfect.

I don’t bother testing her body with one finger at this point.

She can take two. Slowly, I insert my pointer and middle fingers, and she proves me right, the walls of her pussy squeezing and pulling me in, slick enough to take my fingers easily.

My good girl. I can’t wait to be inside her fully, hip to hip.

My tongue flicks against the hood of her clit, tracing along the edges of her labia. I curl my fingers inside her pussy as I suck on her clit, seeking that place deep inside that will make her lose control. Swirling my tongue around and around, I can tell she’s close.

“D-don’t stop, oh fuck. Oh fuck!” she screams, her hips rocking faster against my face as her walls flutter around my fingers erratically.

I thrust against the side of the bed; I can’t help it.

The feel of her. The sight of her. She’s too exquisite.

I pinch my eyes shut and try to envision mundane, unsexy things to keep from coming in my pants.

Cleaning damp leaves out of the gutter. Ethel attempting to carry a tune while gardening, and the awful screech when she gets to a high note.

The mice infestation I discovered in the attic two years ago.

Natalie’s breath gets caught in her throat, and my eyes fly open. Her movements are becoming erratic, which fans the flames of my desire.

“Yes, sweetheart,” I pant against her clit, “come for me.”

As if waiting for my command, she unravels at my words.

The walls of her pussy grip my fingers like they’re never going to let me go.

The pressure of her cunt is so delicious I struggle to breathe.

I hope I stay stuck like this forever. Her legs kick out, and her entire body jerks as her breath lodges in her throat.

A thin coat of sweat makes her body shimmer, like her skin was made from stardust.

I follow her into the abyss, moaning against her cunt as hot come fills my underwear. Giving her pleasure is as close to heaven as I’ve gotten in the hundred and some odd years since I died. It might be all I ever get, and that would be enough.

“Wow,” she says, breathless, letting out a soft chuckle. “That was amazing.”

I suck the rest of her sweet come off my fingers before I crawl up her body and settle in at her side, pushing damp curls off her forehead and tucking them behind her ear. She gazes up at me in awe, her features soft and sleepy.

Her hand goes to the button of my pants. “Your turn,” she says, tugging at the loose waistband.

I grab her wrists, stopping her. “That’s okay, really. Tonight wasn’t about me.”

Her brow furrows. “What? But I want to.”

“Well,” I clear my throat, gesturing down to my crotch.

She notices the large wet spot, and her big brown eyes widen. “Oh.”

“I came right after you.” Perhaps I should be embarrassed, coming in my pants like a pubescent boy seeing his first naked breast, but I feel the opposite.

There was no way I could watch Natalie come undone and not follow her.

My body feels languid and settled, my mind matching it.

The only regret I carry is that my come is soaking through my pants, and not covering her beautiful tits and stomach.

Or, even better, filling that tight pussy until it leaks back out onto her thighs.

Next time.

I wrap my arms around her, pressing her cheek to my chest.

“You’re so cold.”

“Ah,” I say, starting to extricate myself from her. “That would be the whole dead thing. I’m sorry if it’s unpleasant.”

She looks up at me, her big brown eyes pleading. “No, don’t you move. I like it. It’s cooling me off.” Natalie lets out a contented sigh.

I lay back down, relieved she isn’t frightened or put off by the otherness of my body.

“Did you want to change clothes?”

“No,” I say. “Once I shift out of my corporeal form, the stain will be gone. But that would mean I’d have to let you go, and I would return to this form fully clothed.”

She grunts, her gaze heated as it moves from my bare chest down to my stomach. “We can’t have that. Fuck it. Bring that wet spot over here.”

I laugh. “I’m already here, sweetheart.”

Natalie grabs the side of my hip and tugs me closer, tossing her leg over mine and tucking her head into the crook of my neck. “Better.”

I press a kiss to her forehead as I run my fingers down her spine. She smells so good like this, the strawberries present but muted against the sweet scent of sex. It’s intoxicating.

Her breaths quickly even out, and I wonder if she truly fell asleep that fast. Carefully, I lean back to turn off the light on her nightstand, trying not to jostle her body too much.

“Stay until I fall asleep?” she asks, her tone surprisingly timid, given that my face was just buried in her pussy. “Unless you need to go. I’d understand.”

My sweet Natalie. Hoping for the bare minimum of decency and expecting half of that.

She has no idea how tightly I’m already wrapped around her finger.

I plan to raise the bar of what she deserves myself, spoiling her with every comfort she’s ever desired.

If she’ll let me. “I’ll stay as long as you want me to. ”

She lets out a little sigh of relief, her warm breath fanning my chest. “Thank you.”

In my arms, I feel her muscles relax, one by one, as she falls asleep, and her soft snores fill the room.

I stay for another hour, maybe more, just holding her, loving the way she fits against me.

There are moments when her brows pinch together and her hand grips my side, and I wonder if she’s caught in a bad dream.

I lightly kiss her nose, and her grip loosens, as if she needed to know that I’m still here before returning to restful slumber.

Eventually, I slip out from under her, pausing at the foot of the bed when I spot her panties on the floor.

I want to take them, smell them, keep them in my pocket as a reminder of how I made her come.

But that would surely be a breach of her privacy, yes?

And a clear violation of the rules we’ve set as roommates?

Those rules are likely obsolete at this point, however. We’re no longer just roommates. So…what are we?

While I currently don’t have an answer to that, the lines we previously drew have been blurred.

Lowering into a crouch, I snatch the panties off the floor and quietly close the door behind me as I leave.

In the hallway, I press the panties against my nose.

My room in the attic is another two floors away.

I can’t wait any longer. My knees buckle as I inhale her ambrosial scent. So fucking perfect.

I stay (mostly) quiet as I jerk off right outside her bedroom door, on my knees with my pants and underwear down around my thighs, my groans muffled by the soft cotton of her purple panties blocking my airways. I come in a handful of strokes, unsurprisingly.

She might not be happy I stole her underwear, but I already have plans for how I’ll make it up to her in the morning.

“I hope you like sausage,” I say as Natalie enters the kitchen.

My heart leaps at the sight of her. Her blonde curls are mussed from sleep, and there are creases on her cheek from her pillow.

An oversized t-shirt hangs loosely off her body, the hem hitting the middle of her thick thighs.

Her nipples poke through the threadbare fabric, making my mouth water.

I swear I can still taste her on my tongue.

She is radiant.

“Um,” I stammer, almost forgetting the plate I’m holding in my hand. “D-Do you like sausage? I’ve never seen you eat meat, but there was some in the freezer, so I thought–”