“Please,” she breathed.
I pulled back and slammed forward, setting a steady pace. “Fuck,” I breathed, relishing every second. “You feel good.”
Presley softly moaned in response.
“I need you to come,” I gritted out. The feel of her pussy against my bare dick was too much.
Presley reached between her legs and circled her clit, causing her walls to tighten around me. I knew she was close.
I put my thumb against her asshole and gently applied pressure. “You like having your asshole played with?” I asked quietly. “You want me to fuck it with my thumb?”
“Oh, fuck,” Presley breathed. “I’m gonna, I’m gon?—”
I pressed harder, slipping the tip of my thumb inside her. Presley slapped both hands over her mouth while her body convulsed with pleasure. That was it for me. I followed her over the edge and damn near collapsed on top of her.
Presley’s phone rang, causing us both to laugh.
“I need to get that. I don’t want her to call Ariel.”
“Go ahead,” I said and moved so she could reach her phone.
“Hey, Mom,” she said. “Sorry, I was in the shower. Did you find a place?”
“Yes, I did,” Alice said loudly. “Pack your bags! We’re going ghost hunting!”
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It took longer than we thought for everyone to be packed and ready to leave for a last-minute week-long vacation, so we didn’t get on the road until after lunch. Since Dice and Daphne would be making frequent stops for London, my mom opted to ride with them.
“I’m not sure about ghost hunting,” Ariel said. “Is that part optional?”
“You don’t have to ghost hunt if you don’t want to do it,” Presley said.
“I meant, is there a section of the castle that isn’t haunted?”
“I’m not sure. I’ll text Nana and ask.”
When Presley first mentioned ghost hunting, I thought she was joking. Then I thought it sounded fun and exciting. But it never occurred to me that it might be scary for Ariel.
Alice replied with the perfect response.
“Nana says the castle isn’t haunted and never has been. She made that part up to scare Papa. She also said the only thing you need to be scared of is her if you spoil her elaborate and expensive prank.”
“Okay, now it sounds more like one of Nana’s vacations,” Ariel laughed.
I waited until Ariel fell asleep to ask, “Did your mom really rent an unhaunted castle so she could pretend to ghost hunt and scare your dad for an entire week?”
“No,” she said quietly. “She lied so she didn’t scare her granddaughter for an entire week.”
“I wish my mom was cool like your mom,” he said.
“I’m going to tell your mom you said that.”
“And I’ll tell your dad the ghosts aren’t real so your mom can’t scare him.”
“But they are real,” I whispered harshly.
