Page 72 of Magic or Madness

I drag my finger over her clit and down her thigh, touching the small heart I carved into her skin claiming her asmine.

“Here,” I whisper, stretching her panties to the side, and rubbing her sensitive clit with one finger.

She inhales deeply, and immediately starts to writhe under my touch, slowly falling apart on this bed.

I raise the stakes, inserting two fingers into her dripping cunt, and crooking them into the exact space that sends her over the edge.

Her moans gradually raise in volume, and right before she succumbs to the building pleasure I stop, leaving her breathless and empty.

“Not yet, Bambi.” I smirk, trailing my hands back to her chest, teasing those perfect pink nipples between my thumb and index finger.

She reacts to the pain with subtle movements, twitching as I drive her wild with the bare minimum.

“Ozzy, please, I need you,” she whines, almost all the breath stolen from her lungs, and I smile at her submission.

“You’re ready to be my good girl?” I brush the pad of my thumb over her bottom lip, waiting as she decides her own fate.

“Yes, baby. Please,” she begs, and I leave her on the bed while I strip out of my clothes.

I drum up the anticipation, keeping her restrained and waiting while I take my time. It’s all part of the game to drive her wild, to fill the lust in her belly until she’s ready to explode.

“Come here,” I order, my voice barely above a whisper and I stare in awe as she struggles to sit up, her wrists still bound by the belt.

I take her by the throat, hovering my lips above hers as she sucks in a slow breath.

“Let’s put that smart mouth to good use.” I drop my boxers, the stiffness in my cock almost too much to bear as I look down at her, waiting patiently for me like a perfect little Angel.

Fallon’s eyes meet mine, and her pupils are slightly dilated, drawing me even further into her.

I guide her onto her knees and watch as she places her hands on the bed, leaning down and taking my cock in her mouth without hesitation.

Her tongue swirls around the tip, and when she plunges as far as she can, I groan in response, pushing her further.

“You can take it all, Bambi. Go ahead, take all of me down your pretty little throat.” I encourage her, watching in awe while she pushes herself as I wrap her lilac hair around my hand, guiding her even further down my length.

Every little bit she takes makes me tense in response, and when her lips touch my skin, brushing against the small tuft of hair on my pubic region, I curse under my breath, holding her down until she taps out.

She comes up for air, choking on her saliva, but instead of recoiling, I study her intently as she spits into her hands, stroking my cock with the belt still fastened tightly around her wrists.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” I choke out, the moan coming from deep within my chest, and her eyes meet mine.

Her eye contact doesn’t waiver as she bobs up and down, giving me everything she has while she chokes and gags around my cock, devoting herself to the act as if it’s her place of worship.

I tug on her hair, dragging her lips off me with a pained expression on my face.

I slip a hand in between her legs, playing with her clit as I hold her firmly in place in front of me, and she bites her lip, tipping her head back with desperation, and pleasure.

“Lay down, Bambi. Let me take care of you,” I order, and she leans back, putting her body on display for me.

“I need you, Ozzy, right now, please,” she begs, and a devilish grin spreads across my face.

Finally, I have her exactly where I want her, and I let myself go, ravishing her body as if it were my last meal.

Her body is my temple, and I’m here to pay my respects, treating her like the most delicate thing that has ever crossed this earth. At the same time, I roughly spread her legs, teasing her by dragging the tip of my cock from her clit to her entrance, taking my time before pushing into her.

Using her wetness as lube, I finally plunge into her core, feeling the tightness of her walls as they clench around me, forcing me to hold back from thrusting too hard, and too soon.

She’s so slick, the desperation feeding me with every thrust, and when I find myself on the edge, I pull out, causing her to cry out against the emptiness.

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