Page 40 of Witch's Fate

He pulled back, swiping his tongue against the expanse of her pussy.

“I was—” she cut off her complaint, as if she didn’t want to reveal the weakness.

Too late.

He wanted her to come so hard she lost her mind. There’d been men before him, he was sure. She was over four hundred years old. Of course there had been. But he’d erase them. The best way to do that was to hold off her orgasm until she was desperate.

And if he were honest with himself, he wanted to drown in her taste forever.

She was shaking with need by the time he thrust his tongue into her channel. Her taste was strongest here and he lapped it up, unable to stop his hips from thrusting at the air. He gripped her soft ass, learning her curves.

Gods, how he wished it were his cock plunging deep. He wanted her taste on his tongue while her tight little pussy gripped his shaft. He’d plow into her until she screamed, until she begged him to fuck her harder.

He dragged his tongue free and returned to her clit. He waited until she was fucking his face again, her cries growing more desperate, then he dragged his tongue up, savoring the slickness of her soft flesh.

“I want you to come on my face, Sofia,” he growled against her. “I want to feel your wetness slide down my chin and know that I did that to you. I want to taste you and feel you and own you.”

She moaned and he wished he could see her face. He returned to her clit, laving as he moved one hand to her entrance. Though he’d thought to thrust his fingers into her while sucking her clit, he realized that he had to see some part of him enter her.

He pulled his face back to look. His fingers were so big and rough compared to the smooth slickness of her pussy. His cock throbbed and his breath caught in his throat as he watch two wide fingers press against her, forcing her flesh to give way and disappearing into her channel. The firelight shone golden on her skin, highlighting the deep pink of her labia as his fingers sank deeper.

Her groan came long and loud as her tender flesh adjusted to the invasion. He feared he was too big, that he’d been greedy and started with too many, but she pressed back against him, begging for more. She wouldn’t beg with words, but her body would.

Slowly, he thrust his fingers deep, groaning at the feeling of her closing tight around him.

“Malcolm, Malcolm.” Her words were senseless, as if she weren’t entirely there.

“You’re so damned hot. Wet. Perfect,” he said as he began to thrust his fingers.

He placed his thumb on her clit and began to rub in tight circles, concentrating on making her come. He was desperate to see her that way.

She keened high in her throat and began to grind her hips into his hand, trying to get him deeper.

Insatiable. It made his cock throb painfully and fantasies roll through his head. He pressed his fingertips down, rubbing hard against the pad of nerves inside of her.

She stiffened and her legs began to tremble. A cry wrenched from her throat and her interior muscles began to clasp on his fingers.

“Fuck, I can see you clenching.” The words tore from his throat. It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen, watching her pussy react to the pleasure he gave her. Desperate to taste her again, he moved his thumb and pressed his mouth against her clit, laving and sucking.

She tried to jerk away, as if she were too sensitive, but there was nowhere for her to go. She whimpered, but after a second pressed back against him for more.

When her pussy began clenching again, squeezing him for her pleasure, he couldn’t take it anymore. The taste, the feel. The knowledge that it was Sofia.

He couldn’t fucking take it anymore. With his free hand, he tore his fly open and grasped his hard cock. He groaned against her and she cried out.

His cock was so hard it hurt. All he could imagine was her heat, her tightness, wrapped around his shaft. He began tostroke, roughly because he’d used all his control on her, on moving his fingers in a way that would get her off.

Gods, how he wanted to pull his fingers free of her sweet heat and rise to his feet. He jerked his cock and licked her clit as the fantasy rolled through him.

He would grasp her full hips in his hands, pressing his fingers into her golden skin. She might try to get away at first, to fight him. But he’d hold her hips tight and calm her fears. He’s smooth a hand down her back, rub her sensitive little clit, until she was begging for it.

Then he’d fit the head of his cock to her tight entrance and push, watching her pussy give way and close around him. He’d grip one of her slender shoulders to keep her in place as he drove his thick cock into her pussy. He could imagine her pinkness enveloping his dusky shaft, the way she’d shudder and moan as she accepted him.

If she asked him to go slowly, to give her time to adjust, he’d manage. Somehow. He’d sooth her and take his time, but once she was desperate for it, once she wanted it hard, he’d give it to her. He’d grip her shoulder and her hip and fuck her until her hot little pussy clenched around him and she moved her hips backward, trying to get more of his cock.

Malcolm groaned against her pussy, thrusting his fingers inside her as he imagined her coming around his cock. He’d give her anything she bloody wanted.

“Malcolm!” She was coming again, harder than ever, her cunt gripping him tightly.

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