Page 64 of Defy the Fae

Neat stacks of notebooks and quills cover the desk. I wouldn’t dare mess with her arrangement without permission, so I pause beside the furnishing and lift my brows. “May I?”

Juniper nods vehemently, excitement inflating her pupils. “Yes.”

And with a single swipe, I launch my arm across the tabletop. The writing instruments and notebooks clatter to the floor.

Depositing her on the desk, I unfurl my woman across the surface and spread her limbs. Leaning over her, I bracket my palms on either side of her waist. “Be a good pupil and stay down for me.”

“Give me a reason to,” she taunts.

My mouth twitches. Now we’re talking.

Never underestimate the kinks of a satyr. Without looking away, I curl my fingers into my palm, beckoning the earth. The central oak trunk vibrates, a lone branch cracking from the column and stretching like an arm, which splits into four.

Juniper gasps as the boughs catch her wrists and ankles, spooling around them and pinning her. The wonderful thing about Faeries is, we excel at interpreting meanings in rather creative ways. So if she wanted a reason to stay put, I’ve just given her one.

With her naked and splayed in the middle of her domain, where books loom around us and her stationary materials litter the floor, it’s a fetching sight. Her tidy, orderly world has been upended, disrupted by yours truly.

Yet those pupils expand, a thrill flashing through them. With me, she doesn’t mind the clutter. I’m allowed to make a mess of her, a privilege I take seriously.

Her neck bobs, heart thumping there. As for her smart little pussy, its flushed and slick from the last orgasm.

Juniper’s pleasure is my command. The branches are only secure enough to position her, without being too constrictive. Moreover, she knows that she needs only to speak the words, and I’ll release her.

Instead, nothing but trust and rapture stare back at me.

I kiss her lips once, but a whine peels from her mouth as I pull away and straighten. Standing before the desk, I grab her hips and draw Juniper to the edge, pitching her knees high. The branches encircling her wrists stretch like elastic, and her arms lengthen overhead.

Molten heat pools in her cunt. My cock jumps, the engorged head darkening, and my balls hang heavy with need.

I poise the crown at her slit, palm her waist, and slip inside her with excruciating slowness. Juniper’s breath hitches again, like it did when we started this beautiful shit. Love and desire wrap around her features, just the way I like it.

Her fingers bend inward, hands fisting the branches. I can’t tell if she’s suspending herself for something harder and deeper, or if she’s clinging to the boughs for composure.

Either way, we’ll find out.

I withdraw my hips in one prolonged movement, patiently exiting her to the roof of my dick, then sinking in once more. Juniper’s mouth hangs ajar, and her toes curl. With a wily grin, I tug my cock from her again before gliding in between her drenched folds.

Not in a hurry, I roll my hips, her pussy catching every leisurely thrust. The moment she whimpers, my lips part on a silent groan. Fables, when she makes that sound.

Her knees quiver, and her heels press into the desk. She groans and wiggles her hips, lifting them to meet me halfway. It’s all she can do while strung up.

We pant into it, our hips bumping lightly. Her cunt seals around my cock, wetting it to the base, and dammit, it’s the stuff of fantasies.

I ease in and out of her at a gradual pace, making it last and last and last. Juniper’s moans narrow to cries. I’m right there with her, growling low in my throat.

The friction and momentum are a torment. Even so, I keep it up, keep going like this. And it’s like making love and fucking all at once.

Anguished pants fill the library. The desk rocks under us.

I bow over Juniper and clasp her fingers while probing my cock into her. My ass contracts between her bare thighs. I groan in tempo to our waists, and she cries out, our breaths colliding.

My pecs brush her tits, rubbing gently. The head of my cock glides between her walls while she soaks me in her arousal. Sex with Juniper has always been elemental, heightening every sensation beyond what I’d thought possible.

I can last for as long as we want. If she asked, I would do this forever.

Tonight, I’ll pretend it’s an option. I’ll make her feel like nothing else exists, that we have all the time in the world.

That’s why I go even deeper. Juniper bows off the desk, her eyes squinting shut and her cunt flexing around me. I slant my cock against a spot that makes her eyelids flutter and then do it again, and again, and again. With every steady beat, I ply that knot of pleasure, the crown hitting it carefully, deliberately.

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