Page 82 of Magical Academy for Delinquents
And then Evan ripped off his shirt. He was built like a superhero crossed with a mac truck. His muscles had muscles. My greedy hands reached up to touch them all. But he wasn’t having that. He reached down and carefully unbuttoned my pajama top, then leaned me up so he could slide it down my shoulders.
The way his breath caught when he saw my bared breasts made me feel beautiful. It made me feel powerful. It made me wet.
His head dipped and he captured a nipple in his mouth right away—like he couldn’t resist, he just had to taste me. He sucked on my nipple, flicked his tongue over it and then around, teasing me. His hand rose to play with my other breast, caressing first, then pinching and tweaking.
My arms raked down his back and when his tongue hit me just right, I arched up into him. My vision started to get blurry at the edges, just as it always did when I was getting close to an orgasm.
“Evan,” I whimpered.
He stopped and pulled back, leaning over me. I was panting, soaked, ready and frustrated. “Why’d you stop? I was close.” I whined.
He reached up a massive hand and caressed my cheek. “I’ve waited to hear you say my name like that for a long time.”
Oh, be still my fucking heart. Another tear threatened me, but before it could fall, I leaned up and captured Evan’s lips again. I showed him with my kiss how much he meant to me. My hands roamed down the washboard planes of his stomach and I started to undo his belt.
He pulled back long enough to say, “Hold on, protection.”
“Top drawer of my nightstand. Anti-Conception Amulet.”
Evan got off the bed, shedding his pants as he bent over my nightstand. I lifted my pelvis and shed my panties and pajama pants, eager to feel every inch of his skin against mine. Evan set the amulet near us and pressed a button to activate the spell. Then he crawled onto the bed between my legs and caressed them. His rough palms felt amazing against my sensitized skin.
“How do you like it? What’s your favorite way to come, Hayley?” Dirty words spilled from his mouth and made me twist my hips in desperation.
I looked up at him, surrounded by my fairy lights, but still full of shadows, like some dark sex god. “I’m not very creative,” I whispered. “I usually just use my fingers.”
“Well, we’ll have to change that,” Evan grinned down at me. “But we’ll do it your way first. Touch yourself.”
I kept my eyes on him as I slid my fingers down my stomach. I dipped them between my soaked lips, gathering the wetness there, before I brought them up to circle my clit. I was fully waxed, so the skin was smooth everywhere and it wasn’t long before my clit was aching for more.
I teased myself as I watched Evan, letting myself get wound up, but not quite ready to come.
When Evan reached down and started to stroke himself, I realized just how thick he was. Most dicks looked like carrots … but his was a full-on cucumber. It was thick all the way from head to base. And it grew even thicker as Evan watched me raise my hips and play with my pussy so he could get a better view.
I loved that watching me made him get harder. I loved the unashamed way he pulled my thighs a little further apart so he could see more.
My mouth watered and I wanted to taste him. But when I pulled my fingers away, Evan grabbed my hand and put it back.
“Get to the edge and tell me when you’re there.”
His fingers mingled with mine and we circled my clit together. My fingers were smooth, his rough, and my clit loved the change in textures. Evan kept stroking himself slowly as we played, and my breath grew shallow. My thighs started to tremble.
“I’m—” I didn’t get to finish talking before Evan shoved our hands away and replaced them with his hot dick. He rubbed himself over me, using the thickness of his shaft to spread my lips wide, using my lubrication and spreading it up and down across my clit.
Fingers … fingers were okay. But the feel of a smooth, hot, hard dick sliding over my sweet spot was a million times better. Choirs sang in my head and I came so hard I nearly bucked Evan off the bed. He stroked through my orgasm, pinning my hips with his hands and thighs and continuing to draw out the pleasure until I cried out, “Stop. Stop!”
When he stopped, that’s when I actually noticed his weight. “You’re gonna crush me,” I wheezed.
Evan laughed and pressed himself up onto his elbows. “Was that a good one?” he asked.
I nodded, hardly able to open my eyes, I was still so dazed.
Evan leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. “Good.” And then he lined himself up with me and began to press inside. He was so big that my pussy lips stretched too far, and I started to whimper.
Evan pulled back a little. “We’ll take it slow, Hales.” And then he kissed me, and his fingers went to either side of my clit as he slowly pressed back in. He played with me, and put his mouth back on my nipple, letting pleasurable sensation battle the pain of being stretched by him. Until … Evan’s thick dick rubbed right over my g-spot. And I nearly came right then.
“Yesses,” I wailed, caught somewhere wild between pain and pleasure that I’d never been before.
Evan realized what had happened, because he pulled back and carefully stroked in again, stopping when I gasped. He did it a third time, slowly, until he knew exactly how deep he needed to go to drive me wild. Then his tongue went to work on my nipple as his thrusts grew faster. I smoked. I simmered. I boiled over. The feelings inside became too much. Words didn’t work. Images stopped. I just felt. I was nothing more than sensation and ******* stars.
