Page 24 of War's Witch
Fuck me, that is hot.
“War.” My back bows off the couch as he sucks my nipple into his mouth, hard, his tongue laving at the bud.
“I have not had you in eight fucking months, Cleo baby. The Kings’ women would not give you up to me, so I had Intel do a deep dive on you. You put a spell on me that night, baby.”
“Just fuck me, War,” I hiss, tugging his mouth to mine and kissing him.
God, his mouth is sinful; his tongue dips inside of my mouth, licking me while we kiss. I hear the sound his belt being opened, then his zipper going down, and I know what is coming next.
God, I want it. I have missed his touch, his dick.
Shit, no, Cleo, we talked about this.
I shut down the inner voice so I can savor this last time with him, even though I know it is going to be quick and full of fucking ecstasy. He will know once this is over that this fast, hard, dirty fuck will be our last time.
“Need to be in you, baby. Missed this pussy.” His words smack me right to the core and I whimper for him.
I feel the head of his cock prodding at me, but he does not push in; instead, he breaks the kiss, which has my eyes snapping open.
He is looking at me like I hang on the moon.Shit.Adoration, desire, and need stare back at me, but I also feelapprehension floating between us. We both want different things; well, I think I do. Damn it!
He muddles up my mind with just being here, being close to me.
A smirk appears on his lips, before he nudges into me, stretching me. He growls, sinking deep in to the hilt.
“I want to see your face when you come on my cock. I want to commit to memory how fucking beautiful you are when you come all over me.” He grunts as his thrusts pick up speed.
My tits bounce with every thrust, my legs quivering from the force of having him fuck me.
“Oh shit. War.”
“Mason, you call me ‘Mason’ when I am balls deep inside of you, baby.”
The room is filled with the sounds of our harsh breathing, my pants and his growls. We make up an orchestra of sexual sounds that would rival most porn movies.
Skin slaps against skin, as my body vibrates with the need to come.
My stomach tightens, and my skin feels tight as my orgasm sweeps through me.
“I’m coming.”
“Fuck,” he grunts, as his hips pump in and out of me, drawing out my climax.
His hands grip the armrest for the sofa as he fucks me harder through my climax, chasing his own before his body goes still, his cock thickens inside of me, and a deep animalistic growl leaves his throat as he comes.
Planting his seed deep in my womb.
It faintly comes to mind that he did not put a condom on this time.
Shit.
His head drops to where my shoulder meets my neck;gentle kisses from him make my body quiver. His body rests on mine but not enough to hurt me— my thighs are still pressed tightly to his hips, while my hands are on his balmy back.
Neither of us says anything and so much passes between us.
We breathe together, and we come down from our high together.
Finally, he pulls back, looking down at me with a soft smile on his face.
