Free The Haunted (Sleeping with Monsters Book 1) by Cassie Alexander

state – except now she was sure there was more
coming. Instead of being scared of it, she began to be excited by the idea.
    Time
passed. Him waiting, rubbing, and her being rubbed. Daphne supposed ghosts had
no concept of time, and his cock was always hard, so there was no need to
hurry. And so, when she was ready, when she wanted it – at least to try it –
she perked up her ass ever so slowly.
    Taking
the cue, he pushed his finger in.
    It
was strange and frightening and she locked down again. But he waited there
patiently until she relaxed. She realized the sensation inside of her was
strange…but pleasurable. She moved a little testing things, and he moved with
her – and then against her, sliding his finger in and out.
    Daphne
gasped at this, but not in pain. More heat rose in her pussy and her clit
begged for her to wrestle a hand free to touch it and she rocked her hips
against his hand. The bed shook for a second, him chuckling to see her come
alive beneath him, as his fingers moved again.
    When
he put a second one in, she noticed, but didn’t mind. The sensation of being
stretched wider was as pleasurable in her ass as it was in her pussy, and she
was fucking the bed now, her hips begging him for more friction, her clit
aching for relief.
    And
then when the whole bed shook and the fingers removed she knew what was coming
next.
    “Yes
–“ she begged in the moment he left her empty. “Please –“ her breath panting
into the mattress, making her face hot.
    His
heat lowered on top of her, his weight pressing her down, and she felt the heat
of his cock align with the cleft of her ass cheeks and she knew he was ready to
take her, as ready as she was to be taken – his hips moved and with an arc and
a thrust he slid his cock where his fingers had been, into her.
    Daphne
cried out in triumph, surprise, and a tiny bit of pain. His cock was longer
than his fingers had been, wider, and hotter too, and yet having him in her ass
felt right. She cried out again as he thrust into her a second time,
experimentally, trying to get a feel for her as she tried to stretch for him –
and then they moved as one and she groaned.
    He
was fucking her and she was helping him, their hips mated in a dance, moving
back and forth with one another, only the smallest amount of friction between
them as each claimed their rightful space.
    She
had absolutely never felt like this, so owned by another. It was dirty, letting
him take her like this, fucking her asshole, but it felt so good – good wives
didn’t want this, but she wasn’t a good wife anymore, was she? Maybe good wives
are only as good as their husbands.
    She
threw her head back and felt his arms wrap around her chest and neck, holding
her tightly to him so that he could fuck her more deeply, pounding her hips
into the mattress’s springs. A hand reached down and grabbed her breast,
pinching her nipple roughly, which only made the need of her clit roar.
    “One
hand, please – please – please –“ she begged in time with their rhythm, her
voice rising as he sped up. He could take her like this forever, she realized –
how long could she stand it, before the heat made her catch fire?
    It
was his hand he moved – not hers. One dove beneath her, reaching down to cup
near her clit – forcing her to choose.
    Would
she raise her ass and let him pound it? Or would she lower it and rub against
him? It was a devil’s bargain when both things felt so good. She screamed
because she could, as the friction of her clit against his hand made her
momentarily go insane -- and then his other arm kept yanking her down, and
himself up, opening her ass to ram in his cock –
    There
was no thinking anymore, no past, no future, only the present, right here on
this bed with him, in this beastial fuck, getting taken like she’d never been
taken before, him in complete control, riding her like a mustang running toward
a cliff –
    Her
voice increased in volume and went hoarse – “Fuck