Page 30 of Enslaved By Magic

He wanted to believe he gave in because what she said made sense, but the fact that her writhing across his lap had centered that ache in his painfully hard erection had probably helped. When his fingers slid between her thighs, stroking through the wet folds of her sex, he groaned, desperately wanting to be inside of her.

He realized that the long delay, the slow seduction—all of it had all been building to this, and it was only his iron will that kept him from throwing her on her back and thrusting into her without delay. She was wet enough that any extra foreplay was probably unnecessary, and after all the waiting maybe she’d enjoy something rough and fast, but it was their first time and he was determined to do it right.

Besides, the sounds she made every time his fingers slid into her were making his cock jerk upwards against her stomach, and if he shifted his hips right, there was just enough friction to feel good without risking going off too soon. He doubted he’d last long when he actually entered her, so the least he could do was bring her to climax first.

But damn, he loved those sounds she was making. The low moans, the gasps were music to his ears, and he couldn’t remember ever seeing something so incredibly fucking arousing as the sight of her rocking back against his fingers, fucking them as he stretched her. He curled them upwards to stroke across that spot and her cries got louder.

He could see the tension in her muscles, feel the way she clenched around his hand and he knew her orgasm was coming—so he stopped. Not entirely, but he slowed enough that she noticed immediately.

“Don’t stop now unless you’re planning on replacing those with something bigger! I’m almost there!” she said. Her tone was a snarling mix between a demand and a whine, and the dominant side of him was tempted to teach her a lesson by pulling his hand free. It was a natural instinct and one that he normally would have indulged. The women he dated knew he was dominant and having him take control like that was actually a turn on for them—but Amari was different.

If she kept pressing his buttons, as she did on a daily basis, it was something they were going to have to talk about, because no matter how sympathetic he was about her situation, demanding things from him had its consequences. Another night maybe he’d have her begging him to let her come while he denied her over and over again—but for now, he would let it slide.

“Patience is a virtue, Amari. I’m trying to make things last.”

“Fuck virtue, I want you now!” she snapped. “You can’t finally give in and then drive me crazy drawing it out.”

She rocked back hard impaling herself on his fingers with a needy whine and he gritted his teeth, cursing as he slid them out of her. “You want me to fuck you hard?”

“Yes!”

“No more foreplay? No lovemaking, just a good hard fuck?” Even saying it, offering it, almost put him over the edge. An image passed through his mind of pressing her against the headboard as he drove into her so hard that it slammed into the wall with every thrust.

“Yes! Now, please!” she said as she rolled off his lap, sprawled on her side and stared up at him with those huge dark eyes. “Luke, I’ve been locked in a bottle for almost thirty years, I don’t have time for slow and gentle when you might change your mind tomorrow. I’m not a pampered princess, and I don’t need a considerate lover right now—not tonight. Just give me what I want… please?”

She made such an effort to moderate her tone, to take out the demand that she struggled to get the words out, and it was obvious how much she needed it. Her request was like a gift, allowing him to release the control it was taking all his willpower to maintain.

His shaft twitched just thinking about grinding into her, and there was no more waiting. All the gentleness went out the window and he wasn’t sure which of them reached out first, but suddenly, they were in each other’s arms, kneeling pressed against each other as their mouths met. She tasted good, like cherries from the lip gloss she wore, and he licked the sweetness from her bottom lip before plunging his tongue into her willing mouth.

His hands roamed down her back until he got to her ass, and he gripped it hard with both hands. She gasped, probably still tender from the spanking he’d given her, but she didn’t pull away. She got her own revenge instead. Her body was lithe and slippery and when she squirmed with his erection trapped between them, he shuddered, hips rocking. If she did that again, he knew he’d be lost.

He disengaged, reluctantly leaving her mouth but only to trail kisses down the side of her neck. “Bad girl. You’re not going to get the fucking you want if you keep that up,” he warned her in a teasing tone.

“Then maybe you should get to that,” she retorted. He’d been expecting a comment like that and laughed as he toppled her over onto her back and pushed between her legs. She was dripping wet and her inner thighs were slick with her own juices. He wanted to bury his head there and lick them clean, but he’d save that for another time.

The tip of his shaft bobbed, eager and ready to sheath itself inside of her, and he moved quickly to give in to their shared desire. Guiding the rock-hard length between her folds, he positioned it at her entrance, and then, with one thrust of his hips, he slid home.

Her body arched off the bed, and she cried out. For a split second he was afraid he’d hurt her by moving too fast, but her long drawn out, “Ohhhhhh,” was a sound of pure pleasure. She didn’t wait for him to move but began to rock her hips as her inner walls clenched and rippled around his shaft.

“Fuck—I’m not going to last if you do that!” he said, teeth gritted with the strain. He began to slam into her with a series of hard thrusts that rocked the whole bed and sent her sliding away from him. He grabbed her by the hips and dragged her back into place, holding her there as he drove into her again and again.

She laughed, teasing, “Am I too much for you?” She probably had no idea how close she was to being flipped over and taken from behind so he could spank her bratty ass at the same time. Or maybe she did.

“Keep it up, and see what you get,” he growled, but his hips never stopped moving. He kept the pace slow but deep, hitting the end of her each time once he saw that she liked it deep.

She began to pant and moan, hands fisting in the sheets and he picked up the pace. His hips snapped forward, accompanied with a grunt each time, but suddenly she was changing position, pulling herself up by gripping his arms, forcing him to change his pace and sit back on his heels as she scrambled onto his thighs.

He was surprised by the sudden change. “Wha—”

She cut off the question by crushing her lips against his. Her arms went around his neck as she settled in his lap to ride him. Her ass bounced up and down on his thighs as she rocked and shuddered her way to orgasm. When she came, she threw her head back with a curse as her body stiffened and shuddered. Her heat clenching around his shaft as it rippled was indescribable.

He’d never known a woman who could control her muscles like that. It felt like she was milking the pleasure out of him. The way her channel undulated around the base of his shaft rhythmically with an internal caress sent him over the edge after just a few more thrusts.

He was still inside of her when they ended up sprawled on their sides, with her leg slung over his hip to keep them close. It was the most intense few minutes of sex he’d ever experienced. He couldn’t even regret the fact that it hadn’t lasted longer, with all his muscles shaking. Lying there with his heart thundering in his chest, he stared into her face with a sense of wonder at how beautiful she looked like that.

Her pupils were blown from pleasure and her gorgeous dark eyes unfocused. Her tan skin glistened and seemed to glow—not in a magical way, perhaps, but lying there she looked like a something out of a fantasy; too perfect to be real. There was a slight smile curving her lips, and he couldn’t help leaning in to steal another kiss from her. The kiss was brief because moving sent a spasm of aftershock through her body and she jerked—which made his over-sensitized shaft twitch, and he fell back laughing and breathless.

“I’m not used to women taking control like that,” he commented. Thinking back to the way she’d suddenly switched things up on him, it wasn’t a complaint. If anything, he’d found it exciting.

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