Page 65 of XOXO

Sex magic can be so powerful. I spare a thought for the binding that will come when the timer—

Ring, ring, ring!

The phone shrills, and I slump against the wall.

“Fucking finally,” I breathe.

Brynn leaves the toy inside me to shut off the alarm.

When she returns, she doesn’t kneel between my legs again.

No, instead, she leans over me to kiss me. My cum is salty on her lips, but I don’t care. I’ll do just about anything she asks right now.

The vibe plunges in and out of me until I worry I’ll pass out.

“Hmmm, so beautiful. Just as I thought,” she murmurs.

My body is wound so tight it’s like I’ll snap if I move.

Brynn seems to sense I am truly at my end.

She ratchets up the intensity on the vibe and sucks my clit into her hot mouth. Her tongue rolls in a circle.

I scream as the orgasm slams into me.

The impact is so intense that the garbled combination of words don’t make any sense.

I’ve left my body. I am everything and nothing all at once as the pleasure implodes inside.

Tears fully stream down my face as I wrestle with the sensation. It’s so unlike any orgasm I’ve had before.

Whatever she did with the vibe, I’m gonna need more of that.

I collapse onto the table. My head lolls, and my vision goes black for a few seconds.

Under my hand, Brynn positions the repaired moonstone so that my palm covers it.

“Say the words,” she instructs me, and I mutter my way through the spell. The stone sparkles to life.

Brynn moves to leave, but I snag her wrist before she can.

“Stay,” I tell her. “I want to make you feel like this.”

She smiles down at me then kisses my temple.

“I’m going to put the stone under the moonlight to charge, do a little cleanup, then I’ll be back.”

I attempt a nod, but, despite the extremely uncomfortable table, sleep consumes me.

“What do you think you’re doing?” The High Witch’s shrill voice cuts through my sleep.

I wrench into a sitting position then grip my forehead as the world spins.

“What happened?” I ask.

“What happened? What happened?” Miri screeches.

“Not so loud,” I groan.

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