Page 48 of The Witch's Destiny

It’s driving me crazy that he’s doing exactly what I asked him for. There’s nothing I can do but hang on and enjoy the ride. As if he senses my surrender, he rewards me by wrapping his lips around my clit and sucking it gently. I gasp as heat and moisture flood my channel, then sag as he goes back to giving me soft, gentle licks.

“Jesse,” I groan. “Please.”

“You’re not ready to come already, are you?” he asks, pushing a single finger deep inside me.

“N-no,” I stutter as he pumps the digit with slow, deadly accuracy.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, then swirls his tongue over my sensitive bud before pulling back to look up at me. “I’m going to drive you mad with need before I let you come. And when you do, it will be with my cock buried deep inside you.”

Fuck. His words send ripples of pleasure dancing down my spine.

I suck in an involuntary breath as he shoots to his feet. Taking advantage of my open mouth, he drives his tongue inside, giving me a hard, long kiss before stepping back and spinning me around. My chest presses tightly against the wall as he drops back to his knees and spreads my ass cheeks apart. I gasp as I feel the tip of his tongue brush over the tight ring of my back entrance.

“Oh, God,” I whisper.

I’ve never had anyone do that before, and honestly, never thought I wanted it. But the light strokes of Jesse’s tongue send lightning streaks of pleasure to each of my extremities, making me tremble.

“Do you like this?” he asks, pressing a wet fingertip against the spot.

“Yes,” I breathe, then clench down as he applies a little more pressure.

“Relax, Eden,” he says, pulling his finger away and replacing it once more with his tongue.

My muscles don’t exactly relax, but I do loosen up a bit as the pleasure returns in full force. One of Jesse’s fingers pushes deep into my core, stroking me gently as he continues to lick at my back door. When I’m a quivering mess on the verge of orgasm, he pulls the finger free, licking me one last time before standing.

Before I can complain, his arms loop around me. The room spins, or maybe I do the spinning, and a second later, my chest hits the mattress. I plant my feet on the floor as Jesse grabs my hips and lifts my ass higher before driving his cock deep inside me.

Burying himself to the hilt, he goes still, saying, “Remember, no coming until I give you permission.”

I nod against the mattress, and he circles his hips, somehow driving his cock even deeper. I feel his hands on my ass cheeks, spreading them wide before a wet fingertip presses against my back hole once more. I focus on his cock and how amazing he feels, keeping my sphincter as relaxed as possible as he applies more pressure.

I gasp as the fingertip pushes inside me, massaging gently for a moment before he pumps his hips slightly. I groan as pleasure floods my body, wordlessly begging for more. As if he interpreted the groan perfectly, Jesse pumps harder, driving his cock into me with full force as his finger burrows slightly deeper.

“Oh, God. Jesse,” I pant.

“Hold it, Eden. Do not come. Not yet,” he pants back, his voice sounding strained for the first time since we started.

“I don’t know if I can stop it,” I say in broken, cracked words.

His movements stop in an instant, and I groan with frustration as the orgasm that had been building inside me fades into the background.

“If you can’t control it, I will,” he says, leaning over to press a light kiss to my spine to soften the words.

“I can control it,” I promise feverishly. “Please, just don’t stop.”

“That’s right,” he says, bucking his hips to drive deeper inside me. “You can control it, and you will.”

He pushes his finger even deeper, and I tense up, waiting for the bite of pain. I don’t know if it’s because I’m a vampire or if I’m just that needy, but there is none. Just a deep, unadulterated satisfaction as Jesse fills both holes in a steady, coordinated rhythm.

Jesse’s free hand moves beneath me, his fingers burrowing through my wet flesh to find my clit. Fresh pleasure streaks through me as he presses against it, rubbing in a tight, circular motion.

“Oh my God,” I pant, feeling my release building.

“Hold it, Eden. Wait for my permission.”

He’s torturing me, and I fucking love it. I tighten my muscles, forcing the orgasm back as the tingling in my limbs shoots to my core. Jesse pumps his hips harder, railing into me as the finger in my ass presses down even harder.

“Now,” he shouts, his hips slamming forward and freezing as his hot release fills me.

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