Page 59 of Wicked Witch

I laugh and sit back, pulling my hands away as a male waiter arrives with breadsticks and a huge bowl of salad.

“Hi, I’m Walt, I’ll be your waiter this afternoon. What can I get you to drink? Any appetizers?”

I glance at the menu and nod.

“Water please and a side of your fried cheese.”

“I’m good with just water. Thanks,” Astor says.

“How about cheese?” Walt asks, grabbing a portable cheese grater. I nod and he places it over the salad. “Say when.”

“You’d be better off leaving it here. I like a lot of cheese and it seems my daughter is also craving it,” I mumble, patting my stomach.

I noticed this morning, I have a tiny pudge. Crazy Fae sperm.

Walt laughs, hands the cheese to Astor and walks over to another table.

We laugh as Astor grates the whole block on my salad. He goes to stir it and I slap his hand.

“No. That is sacrilege!” I gasp, then take the tongs and dish out my portion.

“You should have just got some salad and had me grate it over your plate,” he mumbles, and I frown.

Why didn’t I think about that?

Our appetizer arrives as well as our water, and we order entrees. Me the seafood pasta and him the lasagna.

It’s a nice lunch, and I enjoy seeing this side of him. He’s always so prim and proper and serious. Comes with the job I suppose, but we needed it today.

I reconnected with him, and I’m excited for what the future holds for us… And I can’t wait to get him into bed.

ASTOR

She’s tryingto kill me. Since the moment we got back in the truck she’s been teasing my thigh with her fingers, gently rubbing along the seam of my jeans and giving me coy looks.

I am about to bust in my pants, and she’s not even taken me out.

“Wynter, I am going to punish that ass if you keep taunting me,” I growl, finally snapping. Grabbing her hand, I place it on my cock.

She squeezes, and my eyes roll back. Thank fuck the road’s deserted. Gripping the steering wheel tighter, I mutter under my breath as she starts to jack me off through the denim.

My thighs are trembling, and I’m close. We are an hour from the motel still, and I can’t wait.

Pulling over on the side of the road, I turn my hazards on and park.

Unbuckling her seat belt. She leans closer to me and kisses my neck, nibbling until she reaches my earlobe and sucks.

“So impatient. Couldn’t even make it to the bedroom. I think I need to punish this cock,” she whispers, and I can’t fight the groan from slipping between my lips.

I knew she would be a wildcard in the bedroom. Now we just need to put her in some leather and give her a whip.

I’d let her do anything to me as long as I could bust my load all over her amazing tits.

“We have two choices here…” she begins, continuing to rub my cock, “you can fuck me now. Bend my ass over this seat and pound into me until you fill me full of your cum. Or…”

“Or?” I croak.

“I could suck your cock, edge you all the way back to the motel, not letting you come, and then you could do whatever you’d like to me once we reach the room… Your call, baby.”

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