Page 100 of Cursed Lifeline

Unbuttoning the top of her blouse, Celeste starts to fan herself as she fidgets in her seat, and my phantom fingertips caress her clit. Licking her lips, she eyes me curiously. Dirty, distressed thoughts hang in her eyes as I rotate my palm around my crown.

“Will you please stop that?” she pants.

Damn, she’s adorable when she’s flustered. But just for her outburst, her denial, my shadowed fingertips press into the lace at her entrance. She purrs as my dark touch is immediately soaked with her unladylike desire.

The improper thoughts running through her mind tell me she’s thought of this before. She imagined my touch and pleasured herself to the thought of me between her legs.

The images running through her mind fuel me.

Slipping her panties to the side, I gently press one shadowed finger inside her soaking, throbbing entrance. She grabs a hold of the window sill. Her tits heave out of her unbuttoned blouse. Fisting my cock harder, my magic slowly presses further inside her. Panting, she opens her mouth to speak, but I cut her off.

“What’s the matter, Celeste? Never watched a man pleasure himself to the thought of you?”

Her eyes grow wide as my ghostly touch slowly rises and I rub her tender bundle of nerves in slow circles.

“Stop…” she heaves.

Though she says the words, her mind tells me she wants this more than me.

“Why?” I grin.

Panting, she throws her head back against the seat and groans as I place another shadowed touch at her opening. Her body responds by opening her legs wider. Fucking her slowly with two ghostly fingers, my name falls in a breathless whisper from her lips and digs its eternal claws into my damned heart.

“Celeste, look at me,” I demand.

To my surprise, her lust-filled eyes fall forward and lock on mine.

My heavy breathing matches hers as I continue to pleasure us both, and I growl, “You don’t want me to stop.”

“Even if I don’t, we can’t…” her voice trails off. She stifles a moan and bites her lip.

Unbuttoning my slacks, I slowly lower my zipper and pull myself free. A light gasp falls from Celeste’s lips before a deep crimson blush adorns her cheeks. Her stare stays locked below my waist as she licks her lips, and I groan, “Fuck, I can’t stop now.”

Looking back up into my eyes, she whispers, “We shouldn’t be doing this.”

“I need to,” I beg as her scent fills the carriage. “You need to, too.”

She eyes me with forlorn understanding.

Maybe if we do this we could both think straight.

It’s worth a shot.

Although, the smell of her nectar as I run my shadowed fingers along her slit and slowly press back inside her pussy tells me I’ll never get enough.

As if sensing the same thing, she tightens her thighs. My touch slows.

I could force this. Constrain her. Coerce her legs apart and take what I need.

I may be a prick from time to time, but I’ll never be one for taking women against their will. Celeste will give me her consent, or I won’t take another thing from her, no matter how much my body craves it.

“Open your legs,” I demand.

“No!”

Visions of forcing her to comply fill my head, tangling with the salacious desires running rampant through her thoughts, and I jack off faster.

My head falls back against the seat; I close my eyes and growl, “Celeste, please.”

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