Page 81 of Bewitched & Bewildered
Not yet.
“No,” I whisper, leaning in to kiss her plush lips. “I’m going to watch your pretty face as you take my every inch. I want to see the way your pussy sheaths me and how your face twists when I fill you. Is that what you want?”
She’s blushing again. She nods, and her eyes soften.
I line myself up with her entrance, and her wet pussy is already trying to swallow me. So ready for me, wet and clenching around nothing. The only sound that comes from her is a soft, needy whine.
I’ve never heard her sound like that before.
Juniper wants me.She’s looking at me with hunger; her back arches, and her manicured nails dig into my shoulders.
She’s so soft. I hold on to a thick thigh, hitching it up as I sink into her warm, wet pussy. Her mouth opens, and her head flops back as she unleashes a loud moan.
“That’s right,” I say. “No one can hear you, baby. Let me know how good it feels.”
“Ozan…”
My name is a sound of desire now. It sounds prettier than even her moans. I grunt, holding back from finishing too soon. I’m not entirely inside her yet. I want to go slow, to make her whine and beg…
My body doesn’t want that. It wants to fuck her hard, to find release. It’s been so long.
“That’s right.” I push another inch, and she lets out a cry. “Say my name. Whose pussy is this?”
She glares, but it’s more playful than I’m used to. There’s still a look of lust behind her pretty eyes.
“It’s yours, Ozan. Take it.” She whimpers as I give her another inch. “Stop holding back.”
Her thighs open wider, and she bucks against me, her nails digging into my back hard enough to leave marks. I grunt. My eyes threaten to flicker shut.
“I don’t know how long I’ll last,” I say.
I don’t dare to move. My hand slides from her thigh to her throat, squeezing as I slowly rotate my hips.
She cries out again. Her pussy clenches around me with each rotation, and I know it won’t be long for her, either.
I can make her come again. Imust.
“You feel like heaven,” I say. “You’re a gift from the gods.”
I pull out—and give her a brutal thrust, earning another moan.
“More,” she whimpers.
Squeezing her neck tighter, I find my pace, thrusting into her. I lean in to kiss her on the mouth, pushing my tongue in to taste her. My mouth swallows each of her moans.
When her soft hand moves to my balls, I know it’s over.
I’m gone. Electricity takes me. I can’t hold back, and she doesn’t want me to.
She cradles my sac, and I fuck into her hard, punishing, forgetting myself. Her eyes flicker open, locking onto mine. I can’t look away. Her moans become screams, and the sound makes my abdomen flex.
“Close,” I mutter.
“More,” she says again.
“Yes.”
I let out a few final groans. My hips sputter as her pussy clenches around me—hard, tight, too much—and I spill into her. She goes limp beneath me. The sounds of our desire mingle together, and my mouth is on hers again, claiming her with a bruising kiss.
