Page 20 of Facet

Before I stuck my dick in her, I wanted to taste her. I dropped to a crouch and ran my tongue through her wet slit. Then I got back to my feet and fucked the hell out of her as she was bent over. It didn’t take us long to lose control. We came together and it was amazing.

As I tucked myself back into my jeans, she breathlessly pushed her hair back that had escaped her braid when I grabbed it.

“Holy shit,” she gasped. “That was… wild.”

Since she still had her jeans around her knees and wasn’t making a move to change, I crouched to help. I removed her boots and grinned when my cum slid down her inner thigh. Because I’m a possessive fuck, I pushed most of it back up in her and rubbed the rest into her smooth skin.

“God, I’m gonna smell like sex all night,” she grumbled as she lifted her foot to put it in her fucking shorts I hated. I slid them up her legs and over her ass. Then I squeezed one luscious cheek before nudging her to sit on the desk.

I dropped onto the office chair and placed one of her feet on my thigh. My gaze drifted up to her flushed cheeks. “No, you’ll smell like me.”

She smirked as I zipped up the first boot. Then I tapped her other leg and we repeated the motions. Once she was dressed, I got to my feet and stepped between her parted thighs.

“I’ll be back to get you. Then I’m going to spend the rest of the night fucking you until you either forget your name or are hoarse from screaming mine,” I murmured before capturing her perfect lower lip with my teeth and tugging gently. Using my tongue, I soothed the bruised flesh and sucked it gently. She hummed in satisfaction and drew in a deep breath through her nose as I swept into her mouth to savor her thoroughly.

“Promises, promises,” she sighed against my mouth as I reluctantly ended the kiss.

“I really need to get back. I have a lot to discuss with my mother,” I muttered as I licked over the pulse thrumming in her neck.

“Speaking of, how is that yourmom? She looks like your sister.”

I chuckled. “My mother has very strong and powerful magic. She’ll probably look like that until the day she decides to die.”

“Decides?” Her brow furrowed in confusion at my choice of words.

I huffed in frustration. “My mother comes from a long line of powerful witches. According to her, they have ‘important missions.’ Whatever that means. She always said she would ‘choose her day to die’ or some shit.”

I’d never been overly interested in the details of what she did when she wasn’t chasing down her next conquest. I wouldn’t be taking over for her because I was a male. According to my mother, only the daughters joined the order of whatever they were.

“Do you think she will like me?” She slipped her hand under my jacket and placed her small hand over the heated skin at my waist. It tingled at her touch.

“I’m sure she’ll love you.” I pecked her lips with a chaste kiss and groaned. “Why can’t I be away from you? I swear to the Creator, if I could spend the rest of my days with you riding my cock, I would.”

A laugh burst from her as her cheeks flushed.

Fascinated by her beauty and amazed that I’d been able to stay away from her as long as I had, I feathered my fingertips over the light spray of freckles that dotted the tops of her cheeks and sprinkled over the bridge of her nose. “I have to go.”

Another kiss.

She playfully swatted my ass. “Go! I have work to do too.”

With my lips twisted, I narrowed my gaze. “You’ll pay for that tonight,” I wickedly swore.

She waggled her brows as she pushed me back and sauntered out the door. “Promises, promises.” Her ass swayed seductively in those motherfucking shorts, and I growled.

Before I could drag her back for another round, I went out the back door and hauled ass back to the clubhouse.

When I walked through the door, Ghost and Hawk were on their way out. “You smell like pussy,” Ghost observed with a chuckle. “Wonder why?”

Hawk swatted the back of his head and Ghost gave him a scowl as he placed his hand over the spot. “We have work to do. Get your ass moving,” Hawk told him.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. But you can’t blame me for having fun with this. I was seriously beginning to wonder if Facet preferred dick,” Ghost said with a shrug. “I’m not sure I ever saw him with a chick and now he can’t keep his wiener out of Willow. Poor girl’s legs are gonna fall off.”

“Wiener? How old are we?” I rolled my eyes as I laughed. Hawk and Ghost left, and I approached where my mother sat at the bar with Squirrel. A prospect was filling a glass with whiskey for her.

“You ready for this?” she asked me as her lavender gaze met mine through the mirror behind the bar, all of her early playfulness gone.

“Honestly, I’m not sure. What exactly are we trying to do?”

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