Page 16 of War's Witch
I need her to come for me again. The craving to see her face show her unadulterated bliss drives me to fuck her hard. Jerking my hips up, her mouth opens in a silent cry.
“Yeah, come for me, Cleo. Come all over my big cock, my sexy slutty witch.” I lean in, sucking on her pert nipple before biting down, adding the pain that she likes so much.
She screams, her orgasm hitting like a freight train.
Her pussy clamps down too hard on my cock, and I struggle to move, but I do, and she pants and whimpers through her orgasm.
Orgasmic bliss is written all over her face and chest, with her skin painted in a pink blush. She is beyond fucking stunning, and I plan on seeing this look on her for the rest of the night.
Cleo brings her gaze to mine.
Something in her gaze holds me captive, like she is reaching into my soul, keeping me tied to her. The room pulses with our heavy breaths, and with every heartbeat, I feel the weight of the connection between us.
Licking her lips, she kisses me. Her fingers find my nipple and twists. Oh, fuck me, my balls explode. My orgasm washes through me so hard I see fucking stars.
Neither of us break the connection as I come, my lungs fighting to get air backin.
It is all too intimate, but I can’t look away. I don’t fucking want to stop looking at her.
She is breaking my walls down and does not even know it.
“Shit, that was intense.” She pants.
I nod, my voice stolen by her beauty and soul.
Fuck, I am in trouble.
A part of me knows that one night— this night— will never be enough with Cleo, but my head is not ready to offer her more. Not yet, anyway.
“Come shower with me. We are covered in sweat and other bodily fluids, and I don’t know about you, but I fucking hate getting into bed dirty.”
She smirks, tracing a finger over my chest tattoos.
“You think you will be ready for round two in the shower? Where I am all wet and supple.” She giggles, climbing off my softening dick, making us both moan.
Standing before me naked, her big tits stand heavy on her chest, her hips flare from a narrow waist, and she is a fucking delight to look at.
My dick twitches, and an ache settles in my balls again, needy for her.
Damn, this woman.
“You are looking at me like you want me to sit on your face, War.” She grins.
I grin up at her, licking my lips. “I do want you, but we will leave that for another day.”
Something flashes across her face. I want to ask what she is thinking but it is gone as quickly as it came, so I cannot get a read on it.
Does she want more, but thinks I don’t?
Is she scared of wanting more with someone? Hell, she might carry some painful shit like I do. You can never tell thesedays, as so many people, including myself, have learned to mask what we feel.
“You only get tonight, big guy.” She taps my nose and flaunts into the bathroom like she did not just tip a bucket of cold water over me.
“Shit,” I murmur, dropping my head into my hands, resting my elbows on my knees. I look at my flaccid cock hanging between my legs, the condom still on, filled with so much cum.
This started out as a one-time thing, but I fucking feel it. I know she does too; there is no way that what just happened between us was only one-sided.
I hear the water turning on, and the pipes bang and clang in response.
