Page 26 of If The Shoe Fits

“Damn straight, I do. I am the only one who does,” he grunts, lifting my skirt to toy with the edges of my soaked-through panties.

“Oh, that feels good,” I moan as his fingers snake beneath them.

He licks into my mouth with his dexterous tongue and strokes my slick sex with his fingers.

I pant and whimper, wanting him closer.

“Anything you want,” he growls.

Clothing gets moved aside.

“Wait,” I whisper, and I know I am going to hate myself for stopping him.

So why bother?

“I know you want it, Sweet Witch. Tell me you want me. Say yes,”

He’s right.

I do want it.

I want him.

“Yes. I want you,” I say, going for broke.

I might regret this tomorrow.

But I know it will be worse if I walk away.

Sure, I’ll lose a piece of myself I can’t afford to lose.

But sometimes a Witch has to take a chance.

I’ll risk it for this.

For him.

“Do it. Risk it for us, Sweet Witch. Pick me,” he begs.

The expression in his golden eyes is achingly tender. His large, callused hands brush back a lock of my hair. I swear his scent seems to increase.

Like it’s more concentrated, and it is all I can do not to resort to licking the cinnamon sugar sweetness right off his skin.

“My Dora. You’re mine now. All mine. Now, let me make you feel good,” he growls, and his devilish grin is nearly my undoing.

My heart squeezes in my chest, and I am about half a second to believing him.

Sure, that way lies madness.

But I push all negativity out of my mind, and I open my mouth, sucking on his tongue.

With nothing barring his entrance now, all it takes is the slide of his zipper, and the shift of my hips.

Then he’s right there. Huge and hard.

His thick mushroomed tip is leaking with need. I gasp and clutch at his shoulders.

He is so close to where I need him. But still too far.

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