Page 46 of Warrior Witch

He pulled back and breathed over my length. “Want more?”

“Yes. Gods, yes.”

“You’re a witch. What’s the magic word?”

I chuckled, probably closer to a desperate giggle. “Please, Kylen. Please suck me.”

“Good boy.”

In a total U-turn from his earlier movements, Kylen dove onto my cock, sucking me into the back of his throat until he gagged. The sudden pleasure knocked the breath out of me, and I wheezed, looking down to watch him bob his head on my length, gagging every time I hit his throat and pressing down on his own crotch with the heel of his hand.

Holy shit, he loves choking on my cock.

Summoning the scraps of my strength, I looped one leg over his shoulder and pulled him in so his nose pressed right against my pelvis. His throat constricted around me, and tears welled in his eyes, but he stayed there, staring up at me for long seconds before he tapped my thigh twice. I quickly let him up for air, mesmerized by the scarlet flush of his cheeks and the string of drool connecting his lips to the wet tip of my dick.

He smirked, wiping away the drool. “Brat.”

“Eh, I’ve been called worse.”

“I don’t doubt it.” He flicked the cap on the lube he stole from me and squirted his fingers.

“Y’know, I think my dick’s already plenty wet with your spit if you wanna finish me off with a hand.”

He grinned wickedly. Shit, I didn’t know he could do that. He was supposed to be the good one.

“You’re right, but I have a better idea.” The vines twisted above me, spinning me until I faced the tree, then I felt a slick finger between my cheeks. “Tell me, has anyone ever had you here, Bruin?”

“Mm, fuck, you’d be the first.”

His finger pressed against my hole, circling it as he leaned around my hip to lick the bead of precum from the head of my cock. As my hole twitched under his ministrations, he steadily eased his slick fingertip in and out of me. It was the most gentle tease of what was to come, and I felt sure he’d drive me mad if he kept going at this frustratingly slow pace.

Inch by inch, he slowly worked his finger inside until I was panting. I didn’t hear him move, but the next thing I knew stood behind me, whispering in my ear like I’d done to him earlier. “You’re so tight. Do you think you can handle another?”

“If you don’t start fucking me in the next minute, I’m going to suffocate you on my dick the next time it’s anywhere near your mouth.”

In response, he added another finger and started stretching me for real. He kissed up and down my neck, soothing the burn as he mused, “Let’s give it four minutes. I don’t wanna hurt your virgin hole.”

“Kylen—”

As I raised my voice to tell him what I really thought of him, he slapped his free hand over my mouth. “Shh, you don’t want anyone hearing you, do you? We’re only yards from the motel, and I don’t think you want the others to literally catch you with your pants around your ankles.”

He chuckled while he moved his fingers inside me, finally brushing over my prostate and making me see stars. I moaned into his hand, and he did it again.

“You’re a noisy slut, aren’t you?”

Removing his hands and his fingers, the heat of his body left my back, and I struggled to catch my breath. This man would be the death of me.

“Here. Open wide,” he sang in a whisper, then stuffed black fabric into my mouth that smelled awfully familiar. My shirt, the bastard.

While I let out a string of muffled curses, the vines slowly lowered me to the ground, enough that I could bend my knees a little. But before I could enjoy my new range of movement, more plantlife snaked up my ankles, their strength spreading my legs and preventing further movement. Fucking wonderful.

Kylen’s hands gripped my hips, pulling me back to feel his hot, slicked length grind along my crack. “Remember,” he whispered, “You wanted to be impatient. This might pinch.”

His cock brushed against my entrance again, only this time, the mushroom head started to push inside.

Holy fuck, that was more than a pinch.

I bore down on the intrusion, biting the shirt in my mouth as his cock slid into me a little farther with each thrust until finally his hips were flush with my ass.

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