Page 58 of Cursed By the Love Witch

“I need a taste first.”

Bael bites and sucks down the center of my body. His mouth goes between my thighs. Hefting my legs over his shoulders, he wraps his forearms across my hips and lifts me until only my shoulders remain on the bed. His lips suck my clit deep into his mouth. My inability to move only heightens my pleasure. I am at his mercy and must ride this wave out.

The warm, slippery muscle of his tongue slides into me. Curling ever so slightly to taste me fully, he rubs his face back and forth against my wetness. My skin turns pink—pleasure races through me and crawls up my neck. My muscles grow tight as he continues to devour me. His grip on me never loosens.

His tongue drifts lower, nudging my back entrance, and I scream. I feel his chuckle as he returns to my pussy. Teeth grazing over my clit is the last bit I need before my body erupts. Pleasure seeps from every pore as my legs lock on his shoulders. Bael holds me to his face, licking me through my orgasm.

Once I’m clean, Bael comes down on top of me. His gray lips are glossy with my come. My legs inch apart in clear invitation. Pleasure has made my muscles pliant, and now I need to feel him stretching me wide. Gripping his straining cock, I can see a bead of milky seed already seeping from the tip. I lick my lips.

“Next time, you’ll have to let me suck your cock.” I give him a rough pump and delight in his shudder. “Right now, I need you to fuck me.”

Bael throws his head back with a laugh.

“Whatever you want, mate.”

Gently, he drags his hard cock through my wetness, coating himself in it to help ease himself inside. The head circles my entrance before I feel him slowly push into me. The sensation is already intense. I throw my head back, my fingers curling into the sheets around me. One hand braces on my thigh, keeping me open.

His possession is deliciously controlled. Every muscle in his body is taut. Together, we watch his gray flesh disappear into my pink opening. Moans spill from my lips. More liquid arousal seeps out of me, easing his glide. After a tantalizing few minutes, I finally feel him fill me completely. His hips brush against my ass.

Bael falls on top of me, his whole body trembling. I stroke his back and press kisses along his brow. I am his first—his only. No one will ever have him like I have. A wicked thrill runs through me.

He remains still inside of me. His mouth is open against the skin of my chest. I hold him tighter, locking my legs around his hips.

“Darcee,” he moans. “I’ve never—not even by my hand. You feel better than I ever imagined. I don’t want to, but I think?—”

“Shh,” I whisper, bringing his face up towards mine. I kiss his lips. “Come for me, my love.”

“It’s too quick.” He shakes his head.

I giggle, my hands finding his backside.

“You’ve made me come so many times. Now it’s my turn.” I lick up the side of his face, and the salty taste of his sweat is delicious. “Give me your seed, Bael. I want it. Please.”

He bays like a broken beast into the side of my neck. With a grunt, his hips retreat before thrusting deep back into me. The feel of his cock stretching me is decadent. He is mine. Always.

I encourage him to thrust again, and he does before his whole body locks up.

“Darcee!”

His teeth sink into the side of my neck as his hips jerk. The warm rush of his seed fills me. Rope after rope shoots deep inside my heated channel. I moan, loving the feeling of him losing control with me. This sensible, practical male is unflappable in the classroom, but with me, he is nothing but a bundle of white-hot passion.

His cock hardens even as I feel the last of his come soak me. With a groan, Bael pulls out, and our mingling releases pool on my thighs. He slides beside me, cupping my cheek and kissing me thoroughly.

“Mine,” he says.

“Yours,” I agree. “Always.”

He smiles as his hand drifts down between my legs. Rubbing tight circles on my clit until I’m breathless. His fingers drift lower and dip into my opening, sliding in deep due to the considerable wetness he finds there. I’m sticky, but I don’t want to stop.

Bael’s cock presses against my side.

“You’re still hard,” I comment.

His fingers curl inside me, stretching me just right.

“I’ve been saving myself for over a century. One time with you wasn’t going to be nearly enough.”

While his fingers continue to pump me, our mouths tangle together. I open it wide and allow his tongue to dominate mine. He tastes of me, and my heart pounds. This is perfect. His hand wraps around my waist and pulls me onto my side with my legs stacked on top of each other. Bael repositions himself and lines his cock up with my entrance.

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