Page 13 of Knot the Witch Next Door

“I’m fine,” she repeated and straightened. I noted her hands were trembling before she took hold of the fence behind her.

“You’re not fine.” I crouched down and tenderly brushed the dirt from her knee. It was lightly scraped but the skin hadn’t broken. It would have a nice bruise tomorrow though. Down in front of her, her perfume was nearly overwhelming. I trailed my fingers up from her knee to her inner thigh. Her slick wet the tips and a growl rose in my throat. “Carmilla…”

“We need to go.” She didn’t move and my hand crept up her leg farther. She bit her lower lip and whimpered. “Deacon, we can’t. Not here.”

“Yes. Right here, right now.” I stood, keeping my one hand between her legs and removed her camera bag with the other, setting it carefully on the ground. “You need me.”

Her lips parted with a gasp at my words. I swooped in, kissing her hard, unable to stop myself and start gently. Carmilla grasped my arms and kissed me back just as fervently. Our tongues twined and our hot breaths mingled. I slid my hand up the rest of the way and rubbed her pussy through her soaked panties.

“Oh fuck,” she groaned and peeked over my shoulder. “What if someone comes?”

“I wantyouto come, beautiful.” I kissed along her jaw to her ear. I kneaded her mound with the flat of my hand, grinding my palm against her. “Don’t worry. If someone walks this way in the maze, they’ll see the dead end sign and turn back.”

I didn’t give a damn if anyone saw us. I pushed her panties to the side and drove a finger into her tight cunt. She cried out and bit my lip to quiet herself.

Lifting her to the top wooden rail of the fence, I thrust a second digit into her and pumped faster. She wrapped a leg around me, panting and writhing. Her slick coated my hand and made me feel like I might explode in my jeans.

“Deacon… I’m so close.” She clawed at my jacket as if she might climb me. Our kisses were almost bruising as if we were desperate to crawl into one another’s bodies, to fuse together as one.

My mouth covered hers as I held her tight around the waist with one arm. I crooked my fingers as I fucked her and ground my palm against her clit. She sizzled under my attentions, red hot from the fire. I couldn’t get enough.

I ate up her cries as she shuddered with her climax. Her eyes fluttered and her back arched. I held her tight, whispering I wouldn’t let go.

She didn’t know how much I meant that. How I planned on making her mine forever.

My hand slowed as she started to go limp. Her arms constricted around me. “More. Keep going. It feels so good.”

Carmilla pouted as I removed my fingers from her, but her eyes widened and darkened as I licked my fingers. I wanted her juices on my tongue and lips. “Delicious.” Nothing ever tasted as good as her. Once I was done teasing her—and myself—I grabbed her hips and turned her around to position her knees on the middle rail. “I have a big treat for you, my insatiable witch.”

I flipped up her skirt and groaned at the sight of her tight ass clad in lacy purple panties. Tucking them to one side, I ran my fingers over her slit and released my erection from my jeans. Pre-cum glistened on the tip and smeared when I brushed my cock over that perfect rear.

She mewled, raising her ass higher. “Trick or treat.”

I couldn’t wait any longer. Directing my hard dick to her entrance, I thrust into her. Both of us let out moans that vibrated all the way down to our genitals. No taking it slow today. I slammed into her again hard and started a fast pace.

The fence creaked but held. Carmilla gripped the post and the top rail, but I kept her in place with an arm locked around her middle. The corn stalks rustled as if getting excited too.

“So tight, so hot for me.” I loved that I could make her lose herself like this. I pounded harder against her bouncing ass, grunting with my thrusts. Her body jolted with each one. Beautiful, ethereal, and so incredibly erotic.

A gush of slick splashed me as Carmilla screamed with her second orgasm. I reached up to muffle her cries with my hand. My cock swelled. Fuck, I was going to knot and we’d be stuck together in the corn maze like this.

She nipped at my fingers and then sucked one into her mouth. Even with my well worked hands, they were suddenly hypersensitive. Just her suckling on my middle finger was the fucking sexiest thing.

I pulled out of her and sawed my erection between her butt cheeks. My dick didn’t swell any more to knot, but fuck, as she bit the tip of my finger, I roared with my climax. So much for being quiet.

Hot jets of cum covered her ass and they just kept coming. Carmilla traced my finger over her plump lips and kissed the top of each as my balls emptied themselves.

The intensity of the orgasm had me shaking as I helped her stand on her feet and turned her around to kiss her. I kept her skirt raised and snatched some dry leaves from the stalks to wipe her off. She leaned against me, allowing me to take care of her. This soft and vulnerable side of her had me craving more.

I wanted to stay like this forever, but… “We have to get back.”

Carmilla pressed her face against my chest and groaned. “I’m such a mess. Rosemary and Sam are going to know—”

“No, they won’t.” I cupped her chin and raised her gorgeous face to look into her eyes. “What they will think is that I said I could get through the maze faster than you, and then you dared me to race. We’re going to run out all hot, flushed, and sweaty, and that’s what they will think happened.”

The worry melted from her expression and that sensual and playful smirk turned up her lips. “Are you the trickster spirit of Samhain? You might be disguised as Deacon Graves, but he’s not as naughty as you.”

“You have no idea how naughty I can be, witch.” I winked, picked up her camera bag, and stole one more kiss before leading her back into the maze proper.

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