Page 11 of A Warlock for Halloween

I press my longer tongue against the slightly rough patch of tissue within her that makes her go wild. She bucks against my mouth, painting my cheeks, lips, and chin with her fragrant juices. Her cries and pleas are almost my undoing as my balls tighten within the confines of my slacks and my cock releases a continuous drizzle of pre-cum.

Only by pressing the tip of my tongue against her special spot inside and vibrating the thick section of my tongue along her clit does Natalie crest the peak and her body shakes with the power of her climax.

Her orgasm bathes my tongue with her essence and like a ravenous man I lick and swallow it down.

We’re both panting by the time the afterquakes of her release have slowed down. I’ve done away with my slacks and briefs before poising my body above hers.

Her blonde hair is spread out on the pillow, her lips full and swollen from our kisses, and her eyes barely open as stunned pleasure still reflects from their blue depths. As I take her for the first time would be the perfect time for us to do our heart vows.

She’s not ready for that yet, and the realization puts a slight pall on this perfect and beautiful moment. I quickly dash that to the side. Soon, soon enough, she’ll be ready. She doesn’t feel the wondrous pull of the soul mate match like I do.

Still, I cannot stop myself from doing some of the vow as I take her.

“Are you ready to be mine, Natalie?”

Her knees raise on either side of my hips and her hands slowly move up my arms to clutch at my shoulders. “Please,” she begs.

It’s not the yes that the heart vow would have necessitated, but I can’t deny the way my heart fills with love and my body quivers with the need to join us as one.

Holding myself at her opening, my tip sinks within her and my eyes roll back at the intensity of the sensations coursing through my cock.

Gripping her hips, I thrust my length fully into her, groaning at the hard squeeze of her pussy around me. Unable to hold back, my pelvis jerks as I pound my cock into her.

Despite this being my first time, my body instinctively knows what to do and I follow it and Natalie’s leads. Whenever she shifts, I know the angle is off. Her nails digging into me means to continue doing exactly what I am.

But her moans. Oh her moans. They drive me to give her my all, to give her everything that I have, and then push for more.

The sound of my cock sinking into her wetness, the sucking force of her pussy holding me tight, and the potent smell of our fucking drives me right to the edge, where I teeter between overwhelming need and utter fulfillment.

I refuse to go without her and concentrate all my energy into my cock, making it pulse within her hot and wet clinging walls and vibrate her clit from the inside out.

With a strident scream, Natalie comes, her pussy bearing down so hard on my cock that I can’t move within the stranglehold it has on me. With a hoarse shout, my orgasm bursts from me, sending my seed deep within her.

My energy is fading fast, so I cocoon Natalie in my arms and teleport us to my bedroom at my house, where I don’t have to worry about being vulnerable in my sleep. Only then do I let the weight of contentment carry me off into a deep sleep.

CHAPTER EIGHT

NATALIE

I wake up with a contented sigh and stretch out. Last night was incredible. I’ve never had a man pleasure me so completely. Ambrose seemed to know my body as well as I do. Touching me where I needed and easing back on the pressure when things got to be too much. He was the type of lover most women can only dream about.

With my eyes still closed, a smile stretches my cheeks, and I burrow into the heavenly soft blankets. And to think I wanted to find a plain and average guy! Thank goodness he picked me out of the crowd.

Some unease stirs at that thought. How many other women has he done that very same act with? Did he go out afterwards with all of them? He’s gorgeous and charming. He could easily have a different woman in his bed every night of the week.

Jealousy sings hotly in my veins. It takes effort to crush it down and extinguish those fiery flames.

I need to chill out. Yesterday and last night were amazing, but it was a single day. I don’t know this man and if he’s a womanizer, well, that’s on me for jumping into bed with him before knowing him better.

But please don’t let him be a once and done thing, I think, flopping onto my back and opening up my eyes to stare up at the ceiling.

A very high ceiling that is most definitely not the ceiling of my bedroom.

With a gasp, I sit up and take notice of my surroundings for the first time. This is not my bedroom in my little twelve hundred square foot house, not by a long shot!

This room is enormous and so is the bed. Do they make beds bigger than kings? Because this is definitely whatever that would be. Emperor?

It’s warlock-sized, a slightly panicky voice in my head whispers.

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