Page 48 of Cursed By the Love Witch

I smile even as a familiar pain in my chest intensifies. Pulling back the sheets, I toss them aside and press open-mouth kisses against his chest.

“Let’s not talk about the past anymore tonight,” I say. “I want to feel you—see you.”

His growl vibrates against my lips. In a flash, he’s rolled me onto my back, his mouth landing on mine in a clash of tongue and teeth. He’s become the most perfect kisser. His lips are firm yet gentle. He tastes of spice. Large hands cup my breasts, molding them roughly before tweaking my nipples.

My hips rise from the mattress to wrap my legs around his waist. The hardness concealed by his silk pants makes me squirm. My hands reach down, seeking his waistband.

“Let me see you,” I beg. “All of you.”

Bael growls into my mouth but nods. Together, we work his pants down until he is just as naked as I am. My mouth goes dry at the sigh of his cock. The shaft is gray and decorated with veins before giving way to a dark head. The length and size of him make my thighs clench. How I’d love nothing more than to feel him stretching me—burying himself so deep there would be no separating us. I have no doubt I’d feel him every time I moved the next day.

“Bael,” I sigh.

My fingers itch to touch him, but I hold back.

His mouth leaves mine to kiss down my jaw. The wet glide of his tongue swirls around my throat. He kisses lower, stoppingto taste each of my nipples until they are in tight peaks. Then he drifts lower, dipping the wet muscle into my naval before skimming his nose over the light dusting of pink hair between my thighs.

Warm breath tickles my most intimate flesh. His hands land on my hips, dragging me closer to his mouth. His heavy cock bobs as he slides down the bed. Knowing I’ll never get to feel it makes me delirious. I’m desperate for more—to imagine what it would be like to have him.

“Tell me what you want to do to me.” My hands settle atop his on my waist. “When you make me yours—I want to know how you’ll do it.”

Bael groans against my pussy. He gives me a slow lick as if desperate for a taste.

“I would bring you back here. I’d take you up to my bed and strip you out of whatever frilly outfit you’d have on. It’d be pink, of course.”

His tongue licks my clit, and I gasp.

“Then what?” I ask, my voice trembling.

“I’d kiss you until you were blushing—turning pink in all the right places.” I feel a finger tuck into my entrance, making my hips begin to writhe. “I’d have to have a taste before we went too far. First, I’d feast on your perfect breasts—then I’d move lower. Devouring your sweet little cunt until you couldn’t take it anymore.”

A moan falls from my lips at his crude language. The wet glide of his tongue mixes with my arousal. It slips down my legs and is soaking the sheets below me. A flush spreads across my chest as my muscles tighten.

“Then what would you do?” I pant.

“Then,” he pauses and raises his head. His lips are glossy with my arousal. “I’d come down on top of you and pin you to the center of my bed.

Another finger adds to the one thrusting inside of me. He scissors them in a way that has my toes curling into the mattress. Stars begin to dance in my vision.

He licks me over and over, my peak looming closer when he stops. Bael rises onto his knees. My legs fall around his hips. Gripping his hard cock in his hands, he slaps it against my clit, causing my whole body to jerk. The head looks painfully large.

“Then, little witch, I’d stare into your eyes as I slid inside of you. Your tight little pussy would grip me just right.” He slides his cock through my wetness before rubbing it against my clit again. “I’d fuck you over and over again until you screamed my name.”

The hardness of his cock thrusts over my clit again and again. My muscles tighten at the feel of him. Like this, it is easy to picture him doing everything he’s been describing. His hands land on either side of my head. My fingers curl around his straining forearm.

“I’d feel you come on my cock and listen as you begged for me to come inside of you. Only once I was sure you’d had enough would I finally find my release.”

“Oh, Goddess,” I moan.

“And you know what I’d do next, little witch?”

I thrash on the bed, my climax closing in on me. The muscles of his chest tighten as he continues thrusting. Just one more brush of his cock, and I’m done for. Bael’s head dips into the crook of my shoulder, and his lips find my ear.

“I’d lift your hips and watch my seed drip out of your pink cunt.”

A scream tears through me. Pleasure erupts from deep within my soul. My pussy clamps around nothing. Fresh arousal flows out of me and soaks the sheets below. Bael squeezes the head of his cock, a choked groan coming from him before he falls back to the mattress.

Licking me clean, Bael growls against my flesh as he goes. My body trembles long after he is done. The aftershocks of pleasure zip through me. I feel him come down beside me and place a kiss on my sweaty brow. He curls me into him and covers us with the silk sheet.

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