Dark Realm 2
“I want to taste you,” Mike grabbed her head and kissed her mouth, using his tongue to lick up her sweet nectar. “I need more,” Mike moved so he could lay Brinley back on the bed. “Take these off,” he slipped off her damp panties. He tossed her lacy panties over his shoulders where they got stuck on the lamp. Mike pulled his shirt over his head. “Open your legs,” Mike said, getting down on his knees.
Brinley exhaled and did as she was told.
“Oh, yes. Slide down,” Mike tucked his arms around her thighs and pulled her closer to the edge of the bed.
Brinley felt his fiery breath on her throbbing clit. She reached her arms over her head as Mike nibbled on her inner thigh. Mike teased the tip of her clit with his tongue. Brinley arched her back when Mike sucked her clit. With his index finger, along with his thick tongue, he brought Brinley close to climax, then stopped.
“No.” Brinley rubbed her nub against his mouth. “Don’t stop.”
“I love to tease you.” Mike held up her legs.
“I can’t take it,” Brinley muttered.
“Yes, you can.” Mike tickled her with his middle finger. “Are you ready? I wanna taste you now.” Mike pushed her thighs apart to suck her nub, her legs shook uncontrollably. Mike licked his lips.
“Stand up.” Brinley maneuvered to the end of the bed.
Mike stood up, then slowly unzipped his pants to expose his rock-hard cock.
Brinley purred, biting her bottom lip. Mike stood in front of her as she lay on her stomach. She held Mike’s shaft licking the tip with her tongue. Brinley pushed him down her throat. She created a suction with her lips working him like no one has ever done before.
Mike leaned over to smack her ass. “Suck me, baby.”
Brinley gripped his thighs as she teased the head of his member. “Fuck,” he whispered. “Roll over.” he pulled Brinley to her knees. He kissed her hotly on her wanting mouth. Mike bit her lip, then flipped her over on her stomach. He grabbed her waist and then slowly pushed himself inside. “Oh shit.” Mike held her waist.
Brinley bounced her fat ass, and with each stroke until she felt Mike shiver inside of her.
“Work your ass.” On her knees, Brinley pushed her ass back against him. “You ready?”
“Yes.” Brinley moaned. “Yes, I’m ready.”
Mike held her waist and pounded her from behind until he yelled out in utter desire. Brinley collapsed on the bed.
“Fuck, baby, you’re incredible.” Mike laid on his back.
“You’re not so bad yourself.” Brinley placed her head on Mike’s chest.
“See what can happen with a real man and not a ghost.” Mike taunted her.
“Don’t be a doofus. Let’s not ruin the moment.”
“Let me guess,” Mike interrupted. “Some gory story of mass murders or some crap like that, are your turn-ons, right?”
“Fuck.” Brinley groaned, turning her back toward Mike.
“I’m sorry, sometimes my mouth just runs.” Mike kissed her shoulder. “I hope this isn’t your way of getting me to change to position on the paper.” Mike laughed.
Brinley responded by sitting up.
“Oh, don’t get so caught up. It’s only a class, just a paper. Why are you getting so upset?” Mike stroked her shoulder.
“Can’t you for once shut your mouth. I don’t know what I was thinking.” Brinley snatched the sheet. She wrapped it around herself.
Mike exhaled. “You’re crazy, Brinley. Don’t you think you’re obsessed over this?”
Brinley shook her head. Mike was gorgeous with his brown hair and intriguing clear blue eyes, but his condescending attitude made her want to knock him silly. “No, I’m not obsessed, Mike. I just believe in something you don’t.” Brinley pulled her nightshirt on. “I think you should go.”
“Sounds like you have a crush on old man Armstrong. He killed his wife, ya know.” Mike joked, throwing his clothes on.
“This was a mistake,” Brinley whispered to herself.
Mike laughed. “Come on, are you really going to kick me out? It’s cold out there.”
“It’s about to get freezing in here as well.” Brinley rolled her eyes.
“You are crazy,” Mike zipped up his pants. “When it’s your time, you die, that’s it, nothing more. Why are you making this such a big deal, Ghost freak?”
Brinley whirled around with fire in her eyes. “I hate when you call me that.”
“Then stop acting like one.”
Brinley refused to answer. Anger made her heart pound. “You’re full of it, Mike, you know that?”
“You know you love me.” Mike chuckled.
“Your horrible.”
“Well, at least I’m honest. If you believe in the paranormal field so much, how come you’ve never been up there?”
“What?”
“Why don’t you go to Armstrong Manor and see for yourself. Or are you scared?”
Brinley folded her arms against her chest. “Is that a dare?”
“It’s however you want to see it, Brinley, but we both know you’re not going up there.”
“Screw you, Mike. Get out.”
“I already did screw you. See you tomorrow.” Mike smirked on his way out of the door.
Brinley stared at Mike walk to his car. “I won’t go up there, huh?” She pulled on an old pair of jeans, a purple hooded sweatshirt, and her sneakers. “I’ll show you,” Brinley grabbed her keys as she headed out the door.
The full moon illuminated her green Mini car. Once inside, she glanced up at Manor, started the car, and began the long drive up the hill.
A few hours later home from the party, Joy bounced around in the kitchen, waiting for her microwavable feast. Joy licked the gooey cheese from her fingers when her phone rang. “Hello?”
“Hey, is Brinley around?” Mike asked.
Joy leaned over the sink to pull back the blinds to stare into the parking lot. “Nope. What did you say to her now, jerk?”
“Nothing. Why are you always blaming me for the crazy shit Brinley gets into?”
“Because you usually put stupid shit into her head, that’s why.” Joy squeezed the phone in a white-knuckled grip. “You can be a piece of shit, Mike. If anything happens to her, believe you’d wish they never accepted you to this university.” Joy hung up the phone. She exhaled, pulling the curtain aside to stare at the lonely manor. Even from a distance, the house loomed in the foreboding, eerie light of the full moon. Joy released the curtain and turned to lean against the counter. “Okay, Brinley, if you’re not home soon, I’ll kill you myself.”