Page 52 of Wicked Witch

Moving closer to me, I place my elbows on the cool marble and lean back, waiting to see what he does next.

His hair is messy from my hands, and his lips are swollen from my kisses. He looks hotter than before, and I think I could come alone from watching him look at me.

His gray eyes are pools of silver, filled with desire.

Leaning down, he presses his nose into the slit of my thong and breathes. “Delicious,” he growls, moving his hands along my thighs, pulling my ass off the counter and closer to his mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” I whimper as his tongue brushes against the soaked lace and he groans.

“I hope these weren’t special,” he mutters, confusing me. Grabbing the straps on my hips, he rips the strings, destroying my thong and tossing it to the floor.

“Now where was I?” he mumbles, gives me a wink, then devours me. Using two fingers to spread me wider, he lifts my ass with one hand and fucks me with his tongue.

My thighs tremble and I wrap my legs around his neck, pulling him closer to my slit.

I am so damn close already, but I need more.

“Please, Sin,” I whine and he laughs, swirling his tongue inside of me, like I’m an ice cream cone.

God damn! This man is too good at this. I have never been eaten out this way before and if he keeps it up I may require this kind of attention two, three times a day.

I am drenched. I can feel my juices dripping down my crack and puddling on the counter.

I might need to replace this marble when we are done.

Sucking my clit, he thrusts his thick fingers inside of me. “Oh, more. More,” I chant and he sighs.

Pulling away, he looks up at me with a smile, and I’d take a photo of the way his lips are glistening if my vagina wouldn’t be in the shot.

A mental snapshot will have to do for now.

I drop my legs and he stands, leaning over me and letting me taste myself on his lips.

Groaning, he distracts me with his mouth as he pulls his cock out of his shorts and glides the smooth tip along my slit.

I want him so badly, I am shaking. My heart is racing and my magic is going haywire inside of me.

I have never had a reaction to someone like this and it makes me wonder if he’s a part of breaking this curse.

I’m supposed to right what was wronged…

I get lost in my thoughts as he shoved himself into me with a hard quick thrust.

“Fuck, you’re so big,” I whimper, arching my back and digging my nails into his shoulder.

Cirrus is big too, but Sin… Ugh, I don’t know if I’m going to be able to walk after this.

“Wynter, shit, you’re too…” Pulling away, he looks down at where we are connected and places his thumb against my clit, rubbing gently as he fucks me harder into the counter.

My legs shake, and I try to wrap them around his waist, but I’m struggling. I’m on the edge, and by the way his face is turning red, and he’s biting his bottom lip, I think he’s on the brink too.

“So fucking good,” he groans, moving faster. “Not going to last,” he mutters before pinching my clit hard.

I see stars, rainbows, unicorns, the whole mother fucking shebang as I explode all over him, drenching us both.

“Yes, baby, you take me so well,” he grunts, gripping my thighs and slamming me harder onto his cock as he fills me with his cum.

I know I’m already pregnant, but fuck.

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