Jessica Coulter Smith

Everyone deserves a Happily-Ever-After

Two Hot to Handle

What could possibly be better than one set of hands? Maybe two? 

Jenna is about to find out. After inheriting a plantation home that has seen better days, she is left with little option but restoration.

Jake knew the plantation wouldn't be a piece of cake project. Hell, it would have been easier to tear down the entire place and rebuild, but when a tempting morsel hires his crew to get the job done, there's no way he can refuse.

When Jenna begins having erotic dreams about not one man but two, there's only way to tame the flame burning bright.



 *Contains spanking, bondage, and a frisky ghost



Later that night, as Jenna tossed and turned, Matthew appeared beside her bed. His ghostly presence dropped the temperature in the room, but she continued to sleep, unaware of what was happening. Matthew reached for the covers and gently pulled them down to the end of the bed.

He grinned as he eyed his prize. He’d been a ghost for so long that he’d learned how to make himself appear human, had learned to touch and be touched. It had come in handy whenever females stayed at Windmere, but this one… there was something about Jenna that was different. He wanted her more than he’d wanted any other woman. Could she be the one? The one to break the curse?

As he caressed her, she moaned and lifted her hips.  Her silent entreaty made his eyes darken with desire. He wanted her, and he would have her.

“Do you want me, sweet Jenna?” he asked as his clothing disappeared.

“Yes, oh yes,” she panted.

Her panties slid down her legs and fell to the floor. Ghostly hands spread her legs, opening her pussy to his questing tongue. Matthew stroked her clit with his tongue, drawing one moan after another from her. He licked, teased, and nipped the hard nub, making her hotter and wetter. The writhed beneath him, her hips grinding against his face. Even in sleep, she knew what she wanted and went after it. He thrilled at the taste and feel of her, she was so soft and sweetly curved. His hands gripped her hips and pulled her tighter against his mouth, his tongue lashing her clit. He felt her thighs tremble and her body tensed, and then she was coming, coating his tongue and lips with her essence. He licked and teased her sensitive flesh until she settled back onto the bed, her breathing evening out. When he couldn’t stand it another moment, he kissed his way up her body until his cock rested against her pussy.

“Is this what you want, Jenna?” he asked softly.

“Yes, please.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Make love to me.”

Oh how easy that would be, but Matthew knew he couldn’t allow himself to love her. Relieving decades of sexual frustration was one thing, but handing over his heart wouldn’t happen. He’d made that mistake once and look where it had landed him – haunting his own home for centuries. Never again.

With one long thrust, he entered her, her velvet channel encasing him in silky wet heat. Her hips lifted in reckless abandon as she greedily took every inch he gave her. He sank into her, balls deep, reveling in the sensations crashing over him like the wild sea breaks upon the sand. His back arched as he ground himself against her before withdrawing and plunging back into her warmth. He rocked against her – thrust and retreat – and moaned in appreciation. She felt so tight, so damn wonderful.

He pushed her nightgown down over her breasts, freeing them. They weren’t overly big, but just big enough. Pert with rose-tipped nipples, they were perfection in his eyes. Matthew swirled his tongue around one of the dusky tips, feeling it come to a hard point before sucking it into his mouth. He drew on the hardened bug long and hard and watched as she thrashed her head from side to side. Her pussy tightened on his cock and he growled his approval.

Matthew gripped her thighs and pushed her legs up, allowing him to delve deeper into her with each rhythmic push. He felt a pulsating need engulf him, a tingling in his lower back and balls, and he knew he was close. No way would he finish before her, though. Reaching between their bodies, he stroked her clit in small frantic circles, needing her to come – right now! His thrusts increased, his hips slapping against her as he pounded into her pussy. Then he felt it, the rippling of her inner walls around his cock. Her breasts thrust into the air as if seeking attention and she cried out. As her climax coated his hard shaft, he allowed his own release to claim him, tipping him over the edge. Plunging into her hard and faster, it took only a moment before he came deep inside of her, taking her with him for the ride. Her pussy convulsed around his cock making the experience even more enjoyable.

When he was done, he withdrew, kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear, “I’ll be seeing you soon.”