Page 93 of Bewitched & Bewildered
“Wait—” He reaches out desperately.
I let out a soft laugh. With my back to him, I remove my lingerie. “I don’t want to lose these—they’re expensive.”
He growls.
Ozan is adorable when he’s impatient. I want more of it. With slow movements, I remove my top, looking over my shoulder as I slip the strap down my shoulder.
There’s an obvious tent in his pants—all for me.
“Juniper…”
“What?” I laugh softly. “You wanted me to get undressed. I’m doing as you asked.”
Why is he standing?
“You know how to take orders? Good,” he says. “Get on your knees.”
My face is hot. Ozan Demir…is talking to me…like that? I’ve never liked him—and I would still love to pretend I don’t—but even with years of disliking each other…
He never talked to me likethat. Not even close. The command in his voice is entirely new. I tend to be the more snappish one, and he meets most of my comments with a laugh.
I close my eyes, trying to stay calm and collected as I finish undressing. Slowly, I move to stand in front of him. I don’t need to touch myself to know I’m wet again. I’ll do anything he asks if it means I get another touch, another feel, of him.
There’s a pillow on the floor. How sweet.
I lower myself onto it and look up at his towering form. His fingers move into my hair, curling in tightly.
“Open that mean little mouth of yours,” he says.
I do as he asks, sticking out my tongue. My knees press into the plush pillow, and I hold the back of his thighs, waiting for him to give me what I want. Ragged, shaking breaths fall from my lips.
Each moment he takes, each beat that he stares at me, anticipation grows.
Dark eyes meet mine. He pulls my hair, guiding me closer to his cock, and I fluidly move along. With a rough motion, he forces me to take itall. Every thick inch. I’m happy to do it, moaning as I swallow him up. My eyes flicker shut.
Ozan is big enough to make me gag when he hits the back of my throat. He groans and pulls my head off, but I push right back on, determined to make him feel good.
Something else blossoms alongside the determination. I want him to forget anyone who isn’t me, to be enough for him to move on.
It works. He seems to lose himself as he snaps his hipsinto me, filling my throat, his fingers in my hair never going slack. I breathe through my nose as he fucks my mouth despite the gagging sounds.
“That’s right,” he says. “Take my cock, baby. Just like that. Take it all. You’re doingso good.”
I can’t respond, and I don’t want to. All I want is to get him off. I move faster, my slick saliva coating his cock with abundance. He should have enough restraint for me to play with him now. He already finished once and?—
He pulls me off before I’m ready. I whine, squirming, and look up at him in disbelief. My mouth glistens, and a trail of spit connects me to his thick cock.
“I love it when you sound like that,” he whispers. His fingers fall from my hair. “You’re so fun to frustrate.”
“And you are very frustrating.” I glare. “I’m not done here.”
“You’re done when I say you are. Get back in bed.”
I would complain—but it sounds like I’m going to get what I need. I scramble to my feet, but he never gives me time to get in bed. He scoops me into his arms, carrying me in the bridal position.
“Ozan!” I yelp as he tosses me onto the bed. I land on my stomach.
He hovers above me, kissing my hair in a way that feels too sweet. How his hand slaps against my ass is not. I let out a moan.
