Page 25 of Sugar, Spice, and Magical Midlife

None of that mattered at the moment as my gaze centered on his golden lion eyes and those luscious full lips that had ravaged me so thoroughly. I thought I heard the sound of Latin guitar as he gave me another sultry look and slipped off his shorts.

My hand flew to my mouth when his wand sprung free. He was hung like, like, a lion! At first, I worried he wouldn’t be able to fit it inside me. I didn’t even know penises got that big. This guy was more than capable of reaching my g-spot. I only prayed he didn’t wreck it, though I loved a good challenge. Hmm. At the rate the moisture was gushing out of me, at least there would be plenty of lube for his jumbo jet to park inside my one-car garage.

He crawled up the length of my body like a predator going in for the kill, and I couldn’t help but quake beneath him as he let out a purr that turned my brain to mush and made my legs instinctively spread. His rather large appendage landed on my stomach like a falling bowling pin while he arched over me and took my lips in a heat-searing kiss. I tasted my essence on his tongue, mixed with something feral, and holy hex, I didn’t care if it was too big. We would make it fit.

I cried out as he broke the kiss far too soon, but then he trailed kisses down my neck and across my collarbone before he stopped to lavish each breast with love. I dug my hands into his hair, arching back while his tongue swirled around each peaked nipple, sending spirals of pleasure cascading through my body.

How had he made me so horny after all those orgasms? I knew he had to have put a spell on me, and I didn’t care, so long as he didn’t stop. But then my sex lion was on the prowl again, trailing kisses across my abdomen, before he traveled lower, and he practically face planted between my thighs.

I let out a groan, sinking into the silkiest sheets I’d ever felt, not caring that I was about to soak them, and let him work his tongue magic. He found my sweet spot instantly, swirling around and around my peaked nub until I was bucking against him, his purr against my flesh sending me soaring into oblivion. I sucked in a hiss when his tongue swirled inside me, and I surrendered to desire, eagerly awaiting more multiple orgasms.

My breaths came in shallow gasps as jolts of pleasure coursed through me, curling my toes in anticipation as his tongue swirled and swirled. And just when the first orgasm was about to hit, he released his hold on me.

I cried out in shock, grappling for him. Why did he stop?

He crawled up the length of my body, settling between my thighs, his thick protrusion pressed against my most intimatearea, and then he took my hand in his, feathering his lips across my fingers, his eyes shining with lust.

I stared at him like a zombie in a trance, realizing I’d walk off the earth for him so long as he kept loving me.

“Do you take anything to prevent pregnancy?” he asked on a low, throaty growl.

“What?” I gaped at him, dumbfounded by lust, before nodding. “Oh, yes, yes, I took a prevention potion today.” One sip prevented pregnancy for a week, one of the benefits of being a witch who had excelled in chemistry and potions back in college.

His cockhead was positioned right at my entrance. If I squirmed beneath him, maybe it would slip in. I would be happy with just the tip. Or maybe halfway. Anything at all. Oh, who was I kidding? I desperately needed him to pound me into oblivion.

He arched a thick brow. “And your apprentice didn’t mix it up with a fertility potion?”

“No.” My heart fiercely pounded against my ribcage while I flexed my hips against him. If he would just slide it in. “I don’t let her go near those.”

He flashed a fanged grin, one that promised of a steamy, sleepless night. “Then may I make love to you, mi amor?”

His love. Oh, I could never get tired of hearing that. I dug my fingers into his round buttocks with a growl. “Yes! Please yes!”

His eyes flared and then he slid into me, one agonizing inch at a time. I sucked in a hiss, thinking my heart stopped at some point as he filled and stretched me. He was so very big, and the feeling was glorious. Heavens, I never wanted this night to end.

His eyes flared again, and his nose flattened as he let out a series of low catlike growls. For some reason I wasn’t afraid as I grasped his shoulders then cupped his face. He purred against my hand, brushing his lips across my palm. And then heslammed all the way into me, banging against my g-spot like a freight train smashing into a mountain.

A moan died in my throat as he slowly slid out and then rolled into me again, his hips flexing in a perfect rhythm while banging against my swollen sex and coaxing more moisture out of me. Goddess, he was about to earn another gold medal.

I knew I was going to be sore in the morning, but pain be dammed. The pleasure was worth it. I wrapped my ankles around his butt to give him better access. Our lips locked in a fiery kiss while he continued to roll into me. I moaned into his mouth, letting his flames consume me, not caring if I burned up in the conflagration.

He only had to bang against my sweet spot a few more times before we were both soaring into the heavens and crying out from the pleasure. He stilled with a roar, his cockhead spurting and pounding me like a drum just as the orgasm gripped me. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before, a punch to my cervix that had me spasming and tingling in all the right places.

And just when I thought we’d collapse in each other’s arms, he pounded my already battered and swollen sex until I was clawing at his back and more orgasms cascaded through me in a powerful deluge.

He had the stamina of an animal in heat as he continued to passionately make love to me well into the night. I didn’t know if it was his pheromones setting me off, but no matter how many orgasms he gave me, I couldn’t get enough.

We were covered in each other’s fluids and sweat by the time he rolled off me, taking me in his arms. My heart still pounded as I struggled to catch my breath, and all I could think of as I laid my head against his hard chest was how I’d never be able to make love to another man or beast without comparing him to my Latin lover.

He’d wrecked me. He’d completely wrecked me.

Chapter Five

Dry chicken salad and chocolate almond morning breath shouldn’t have been as awful as it sounded, but overnight it had somehow fermented into something that smelled like troll farts and old sardines. My eyes flew open as I ran my tongue over the roof of my dry mouth. I could make out Ric’s silhouette as he slept soundly beside me, faint rays from the morning light filtering through the opening of the heavy drapes over his bed, painting his dark hair in hues of fire and outlining his strong jaw and contoured shoulders and back. He had the hard body of a Roman god, and he certainly had the stamina of one. We’d made love almost all night. Colin had never had that kind of drive.

He let out a soft moan, and I feared he’d soon wake. Goddess, I couldn’t let him kiss me until I brushed my teeth. I quietly slipped out of the covers and off the bed, very aware that my body ached in all the right spots. I could still smell his strong pheromones—the scent was practically plastered to my nasal cavity—and curse my insatiable libido, but I was ready for another round.

Too bad I had a bakery to run. I cringed when I saw the time on the bedside clock. It was almost ten in the morning! I hoped Ethyl had kept her word and opened the bakery, but how would she manage the busiest day of the week on her own? I had to get down there.

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