Page 42 of Wedded Witch

“No,” she whispers, pausing for a moment, “I’m…on the pill.”

Her answer ignites a new surge of desire within me. I can’t remember the last time I wanted someone this much. I stop searching for the condom and gaze into her violet eyes, which are shining with trust and desire.

I take her into my arms, holding her close to my body. Her warmth envelops me in an intimate embrace, setting off a chain reaction of sensations in my body.

Her trembling subsides, replaced by a boldness that only comes with truly being desired. I marvel at the way her body responds to me, how every inch of her seems to yearn for more. Her heart is pounding against my chest.

As I position myself at her entrance, I whisper words of encouragement and praise into her ear, hoping to ease anynerves she might have. Her hands grip my back tightly, pulling me closer still until our bodies are fully merged.

With one swift movement, I penetrate her completely, feeling her walls tighten around me in response.

She cries out in pain, and I freeze.

“Sorry.”

“No, no, it’s fine,” she gasps. “Just give me a moment to get used to it, okay?”

I nod and withdraw slightly, glancing down at where our bodies are joined. My dick is slick with her arousal, and a bright red streak of blood.

“Shit! You’re hurt!” I say, pulling free. She winces.

“No, I’m fine. I just…haven’t…done this before.”

Her words slowly penetrate the panic fogging my brain, but it still takes a moment for their meaning to compute.

“You’re a virgin?” I stare at her in disbelief. She can’t be.

“I don’t think I am anymore,” she replies, nodding at the smear of blood on my pulsing dick.

Shit. Fuck. Oh my god.

She thinks I’m my brother and I’ve just barrelled my way into her like a bull in a china shop and?—

“Don’t freak out. I’m fine. Well, I will be fine if we can get back to what we were doing. You kinda ruined my buzz when you pulled out.”

“But I wasn’t gentle! I slammed?—”

“Who said anything about me wanting gentle?” she demands. She looks me straight in the eye, daring me to question her words. “I want you,” she says, her voice soft but firm. “All of you.”

I take a deep breath, trying to regain my composure. She’s right, of course; she wants this. And I can’t deny that I want her just as much. But I can’t continue like this, not without making sure she’s okay with what just happened.

“Alright,” I say slowly, “but we need to take it slow from now on. We can’t just rush in like this.”

“If you say so.” She nods her agreement, her eyes still bright with passion and desire. “But I promise, I’m fine. Please?”

I look into her eyes, searching for any sign of discomfort or deception. There’s none. Slowly, I bring my body closer to hers, my cock pressing against her entrance once more.

Fuck.

I can never let her go now.

“Are you sure?” I whisper, my voice husky with desire and concern.

She nods again, her eyes never leaving mine. “Yes,” she says softly, reaching up to caress my cheek with her fingers. “I still want you. Nothing’s changed for me.”

Her words are like fuel to my desire, igniting a fire within me that only grows stronger with each passing moment. I can’t resist her any longer. Fuck being chivalrous.

With a deep breath, I push forward, her lips parting to accept me once more.

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