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Who cared? He was to fucking die for.
Ambling through the forest, I glanced around to find any trace of the guy.
Where did he go?
After a few more moments of searching, I let out a pitiful breath. What the hell was I even thinking following a man with a pumpkin head out into the forest during a full moon on Halloween night? I’d definitely be one of those dumb bitches who’d die if a serial killer ever chased after her with a knife.
I twirled around to head back and leaped up into the air when I spotted him standing inches from me, pumpkin head tilted downward, his wicked grin almostsmirkingat me now, and his abs…God, his abswere so close!
Swallowing hard, I stared up at him. “I–Uhm… I wasn’t following you or… or anything.”
Great, way to seem obvious about it.
Without saying a word, he stalked even closer to me.
My gaze traveled across his face. I didn’t know how he did it, but the pumpkin looked like a real jack-o’-lantern with the flames inside and everything. And before I could even stop myself, I brushed my fingers against the ribs.
It was sorta-kinda sexy. Or maybe that was the alcohol talking.
He stepped closer to me and placed a single slender finger on my chin, lifting it.
“Why don’t you take off your costume?” I whispered, confidence suddenly rushing through me. I didn’t know where it had come from, but I was horny and aching for his cock now–anything to get my mind off being alone tonight.
I wouldn’t care if it was a ghost or clown mask, but fucking with a whole pumpkin on his head might have been a bit too much. Wouldn’t it get hot? Gross in there? It looked and felt like a real pumpkin; I could only imagine the seeds and goop still stuck to the sides against his cheek.
When he still didn’t respond, nor attempt to remove the mask, I drew my tongue across my lips. I guess we could be anyone on Halloween night. And me? I wanted to be confident for once in my pathetic life.
So, I drew my fingers down his toned abdomen and slipped them underneath his waistband. I pressed my thighs together, my nipples hardening. God, he was so much bigger than I expected him to be. I could barely wrap my hand around his dick.
Moving closer to me, he dipped a hand between my legs and underneath my tutu. With skill, he brushed his fingers against my clit and rubbed it in small torturous circles. I stroked him faster, the pressure building inside me.
After I moaned softly, he massaged my salivating cunt faster. I clutched onto his cock and cried out as pleasure surged through me. My legs began shaking, and I toppled over onto my knees while riding out my orgasm.
He stood over me, the moonlight creating shadows across his taut abdomen. Heat gathered inside my core, and I stared up at the man with the pumpkin head as he pushed down his pants and whipped out his enormous cock that was almost too big to be human.
I wrapped both hands around the base and took his head into my mouth, sliding my tongue around it. He laced a hand into my hair and tilted his head back, still not speaking a word to me, but a deep guttural grunt escaped his lips.
Pressing my thighs together, I sucked more of him into my mouth and bobbed my head. Every time I pulled back, I moved my hands up his shaft in a twisting motion, becoming more of a horny, desperate slut by the moment.
But it was Halloween night. Who cared?
When my spit covered his dick, I continued to stroke him and sucked his balls into my mouth, staring up at him through my lashes. He grunted again, the deep and feral sound sending shivers down my spine.
And then in one swoop, he wrapped his arms underneath the backs of my knees and lifted me into the air. I yelped and clutched his shoulders, waves of pleasure rushing through me. He pulled my panties underneath my tutu to the side and lined himself at my entrance.
“It’s not going to fit,” I whimpered, lounging in his arms. The backs of my knees were nestled in the crooks of his elbows, his biceps flexing against my inner thighs and making me warm in all the right places.
I rested my hands on his shoulders to hold myself up and stared down at his cock glistening with his precum against my entrance. I clenched and gazed back up at his soft yellow eyes. “It’s too big,” I whimpered.
He pushed his swollen head into my pussy anyway, stretching out my hole.
Inch by inch, he slipped deeper. Five inches in, he slammed the second half of himself into me. I screamed out in pleasure, my voice definitely traveling through these empty woods to the party. He gripped my ass cheeks and pulled them apart, thrusting quickly into me.
Pleasure rushed through me, clouding my mind. And when I spotted an enormous black pointed tongue emerge from between his hollowed out mouth, I knew the alcohol had really settled into my system. Whatever they put in those drinks tonight really made people go wild.
He drew his tongue wildly back and forth across my neck, then buried his face between my breasts, sucking and kneading my nipples through my tank top, slobbering all over the thin material so anyone could see right through it.
I ran one hand across the back of his pumpkin head, pussy tightening. He continued driving into me, pounding faster with every motion. One last thrust, and he came deep inside my pussy.
