Page 63 of Spookily Yours

damien

This girl. My little witch.

“Willow,” I rasped out, already out of my mind just from her suggestion. I’d never donethat,not with anyone. But what she was asking me… “Are you sure?”

Her eyelids fluttered hazily as I pressed myself against her again.

“Mhm. Please, Damien. I need you inside of me.”

Pulling her cute little nightdress off her body, I took my time to kiss down her collarbone and stomach before coming to her hips.

Purple ghosts.“Fuck me, these are so adorable.” Her collection of Halloween undergarments never failed to make me smile. I kissed one of her hip bones, and then the other. “You drive me crazy, Willow.”

She hummed in response as I slowly peeled her panties off, nipping her inner thighs as I went.

“Come here,” I said, laying down and patting my chest. “I want you to sit on my face.”

Willow scrambled to sit on my chest, her thighs parted around me.

“Are you sure?” She looked concerned, like she didn’t know that I would die without this. That I’d been thirsty for her taste only.

“Mhm. Let me taste that sweet pussy, baby. I want you to come all over my mouth.”

“O-kay,” she said, and I helped guide her up to my mouth, my hands on the outside of her thighs as she settled her cunt over my lips.

With the first slide of my tongue against her wet folds, her hands darted out to hold on to the headboard.

“Oh,”she cried. Her legs were squeezing against my head, my nose pressed against her clit as she rode my face, and with each flick of my tongue inside of her, she moved in earnest, rocking her hips as I licked up every drop of her.

I kept up my pace, those slow languid licks, even as her hips moved faster, and I could feel how close she was getting, the tiny tremors of pleasure that ran through her.

There was nothing I wanted more than to feel her orgasm on my tongue, so I didn’t stop. Even as she cried my name. As her thighs tightened their grip.

Let go,I coaxed her.Come for me, little witch.I added my thumb to her clit, rubbing it in circles as I kept fucking her with my tongue.

My girl didn’t hold back. And when she came, body shuddering, her insides squeezing around my tongue, it was better than anything I’d ever imagined.

And so was the realization that I didn’t want to do this with anyone else. Never again. Because Willow was mine. Her intoxicating coffee and vanilla scent had crept into my veins, and I couldn’t get her out. Didn’t want to get her out.

I wanted to feast on her taste for the rest of my life. One human lifetime wasn’t enough. I needed more.

This may have started because of the bond I sensed between us, but I knew the truth now. I’d felt it creeping up on me over the last week, but there was no doubt in my mind as she let go for me.

I was an idiot to think anything else could have been the cause.

Guiding her body off of my face after the aftershocks of her orgasm had subsided, I gave her a smirk. “You taste so damn good, baby.”

Her cheeks were pink—maybe from her orgasm—but I liked how my words affected her.

Willow leaned down to kiss me, not hesitating, even knowing that she’d taste herself on my lips.

Fuck, but that was hot.

She perched herself on my torso, each one of her strong thighs positioned against my legs, and I could feel her wetness pooling there as her tongue battled mine.

It made me even more eager to bury myself in her. Feeling how ready she was. How eager she was to take my cock.

“Fuck,” I muttered as she pulled away, biting my lower lip as she disconnected our lips. I was painfully hard—something she’d be aware of soon, if she couldn’t already feel my hardness pressed against her ass. “Need you,” I panted. My hands went to her hips, loving the way her body felt in my hands.

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