Page 61 of Cursed By the Love Witch

She squeezes me again before untying her cloak. It flutters to the floor, and my mouth goes dry. Black leather boots end at her knees, revealing a long section of ivory thigh. Her pleated black skirt barely covers her ass. The square neckline of her top highlights the swells of her breasts.

Her grin is wicked as she licks her lips.

“Something like this.”

With fluid grace, my wife falls to her knees before me. I wave my hand, and the door to the room deadbolts. Darcee unzips meand frees my straining cock. A drop of come is already lingering at the tip. My wife moans, rubbing her lithe thighs together.

“Professor,” she sighs. “I had no idea you were so—sobig.”

Tentatively, she runs her tongue along the side of my cock. My hands fall to the desk behind me, my knuckles turning white as she tastes me again. Wrinkling her adorable nose, she pouts up at me.

“I don’t think you’ll fit in my mouth.”

“Are you sure?” I ask.

Her face turns thoughtful.

“Well, I guess I could try. I want to please you, Professor Fangborne.”

“Good girl,” I snarl.

Darcee opens her mouth slowly as if she hasn’t wrapped those perfect lips of hers around my cock hundreds of times. She closes them around the head, running her tongue over my slit. Moaning against my hardness, her eyes pop open.

“You taste so good.” She smiles confidently. “I think I can do it.”

“I knew you could.”

Her soft lips skim up the side of my length before she opens wide. Saliva dribbles down my shaft as she takes me deeper into the hot, wet cavern of her mouth. Her gloved hands work me in tandem with her mouth, pumping me just right. Pleasure races down my spine.

Darcee’s other hand drops down to cup me. Spit coats her lips and chin as she continues to suck me. She takes me impossibly deep. The tightness of her throat makes my head spin. Coughing, she slides me out of her mouth as tears roll down her cheeks.

“Am I doing a good job?”

“Yes,” I snarl. “I see a passing grade in your future.”

She gives a proud little shake before resuming her task. Alternating between licking and sucking, my release dances dangerously close. My muscles begin to tighten as she works me over with the broad side of her tongue. I don’t want to spill into her mouth—not right now.

I pull her off my length, and she pouts.

“Professor—”

I cup her under her arms and toss her face down over my desk. My hands find the zipper to her skirt, and I pull it down. It flutters to her feet, and she kicks it off. I run my hands over the smooth cheeks of her ass before snapping the lacy thong she wears. Darcee gasps, glancing at me over her shoulder.

“I need to be inside you, Miss Thistle. Tell me if it’s too much.”

Her pink cunt is dripping with arousal.

“Yes, High Warlock,” she replies primly.

Bending down, I lick up her slit, desperate for a taste. The musky sweetness of her come sets my skin on fire. Gripping my aching cock, I line it up with her little pussy and fill her with one powerful thrust. Darcee moans, the silken grip of her cunt too intense for words. I power into her again as her hands clutch the desk's surface.

“Bael,” she cries, our game evaporating in an instant. “Fuck me.”

Lifting her leg, I prop it up on the desk beside her—allowing me to go deeper inside my wife’s wet depths. Gods, she is beyond compare. Our souls are tied together, and our hearts beat as one. I’ve never felt more whole than when I’m inside Darcee.

Her mewls of pleasure spur me to fuck her hard. My cock drags along that hidden spot inside of her that makes her go wild. I reach under her hip and find her greedy clit. I give the bundle of nerves a few tight circles with my finger. Darcee beginsto tighten on me, her words becoming incoherent. My grip on her hip never loosens as I fuck her mercilessly.

“I’m coming!” she wails.

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