Page 64 of Spookily Yours

Would I ever be able to get over it? How perfectly we fit together? How each one of her curves felt like they were made for my hands?

She rocked backwards, rubbing her cute little ass against my cock, and I let out a deep moan.

“Willow—” I warned, but clearly, I hadn’t needed to at all.

Because she picked her hips up, even as I kept my hands on her waist, and positioned herself over me. Ready to spear herself on my cock.

And when Willow guided me inside of her, it was all I could do to squeeze my eyes shut, trying not to blow my load too soon. Being inside of her—fuck,nothing compared.

She splayed her hand over her stomach. “Gods. I can feel youeverywhere.”

“Feels like you were made for me, little witch.” The truth came spilling out from my lips. It was true—even if I hadn’t meant to say it yet. But the pieces fit. We… fit.

I let Willow set the pace, moving back and forth on my cock, feeling the way her body jolted each time her clit hit the base of my shaft.

“Damien, I—I can’t,” she cried. “I’m going to come.”

Yes. Yes. Give me everything,I agreed, watching her tits bounce as she lost herself in the sensations.

“Tell me you’re mine,” I commanded, needing to hear the words. Needing to know that what I felt was true—real.

“I’m yours,” she agreed, rolling her hips as she rode me. “All yours. Only yours.”

“Mine,” I repeated, grabbing her neck to bring it down to me so I could fuse our mouths together. My hips thrust up to meet hers, and I could feel the way she was clenching down around me. So close.

Fuck, I loved kissing her. I didn’t think I’d ever tire of taking her mouth. She tasted sweet, and I could still detect a hint of the pumpkin pie she’d eaten earlier.

I fucking loved her addiction to pumpkin.

Maybe I just plain lovedher.

But it was too soon to tell her that. This was too new. And I certainly wasn’t some fool of a human who would blurt it out during sex.

“Damien,” she cried. “I need—”

That was what unleashed the beast inside of me, and I couldn’t hold back any longer. I used my hold on her waist to help her move—up and down, up and down, each slide of her against my cock, providing me with another moan.

My shadows curled possessively around her body, pressing up against practically every erogenous zone. Her throat, a light squeeze. Her nipples, that sucking sensation I knew drove her crazy. And one pressed against her back hole, nothing more than a finger’s press, but she cried out. I used my powers like hands, cupping her breasts, squeezing them, even as I helped her ride me, watching her bounce on my cock. Her breasts moved with the motion, and I was in awe as I watched her.

Willow’s head fell back as her eyes shut.It’s too much,she sobbed into my mind.

You can take it,I soothed, my hips moving in time with hers as we worked together. Giving her everything she’d asked for—everything she needed.Eyes open,I added, nuzzling my forehead against hers. “Want to watch you come,” I murmured.

She came without warning, a squeeze around my cock, like she wanted to milk me dry. I was so deep—basically pressed up against her womb, and somehow, the idea of that made me tip over the edge.

Of painting her insides with my cum. Filling her up.

She’d asked me to that first night, and, like a fool, I couldn’t resist. Something about knowing she would fall asleep with my cum dripping out of her made me feral. Weak. Uncontrollable.

I could feel the telltale signs of my own release—my balls tightened, and I held Willow in place, with me buried to the hilt inside of her—as I spilled every last drop.

And even when we’d collapsed on the bed—boneless and spent—I didn’t pull out of her.

“Mmm,” Willow murmured sleepily, curling against me. “I think you’ve ruined me for anyone else, Damien.”

That was the idea, baby,I thought, but I didn’t say it out loud.

I just wrapped my arms around her and fell into a deep sleep.

---