Page 20 of Dottie's Forbidden Wizard
"Shockingly difficult in Oz," I tell her with a grin. "We might owe a grumpy flying monkey our firstborn."
She blushes, but I can't tell if it's the mention of a future child together or that somebody knew I needed condoms.
"Thank you," she breathes, her eyes lighting up as I roll the latex down my hard length.
"I want you to know that I did a birth control spell on myself." Her eyes cloud over, but I hold out my hand. "But I’ll wear condoms until you trust me."
"I do trust you," she admits, although conflicting emotions war in her eyes.
"Yes, you do to some degree, or you wouldn't be here. But I want you to trust me one hundred percent. We won't do anything you don't want to, okay, love?"
She nods, her eyes glimmering with tears as she smiles up at me.
"Is there anything I can't do tonight?" I ask, hoping with all my heart that she doesn't tell me to fuck off.
But Dottie shakes her head. "Fuck me, Maddox. Please."
Those four words are my undoing. My whole body heats for her as I climb between her legs, burying my face in her tits. I lick and suck one hard nipple into my mouth, grazing my teeth lightly over the puckered peak before turning my attention to the other. Dottie writhes beneath me, her arms wrapped around my back as she hugs me close.
I pull back, kissing her hard as I brush my thumbs over her nipples. She cries out, digging her heels into my ass to pull my hips to hers. The stones on the stilettos bite into my skin, but the pain grounds me in the moment.
Rearing back, I kneel between her spread thighs to gaze at the mess I've made of her. "Mine," I growl through gritted teeth.
"Mine," she growls back.
She smacks one of my ass cheeks, and intense sensations course through my body from her act of ownership. I've always wanted to be someone's everything. My father hated my very existence, my mother was distant and aloof, and I only had limited access to my grandmother, depending on what Father needed from the Boncharme name.
But it's more than my inner child's desperate need to be loved. I don't want to be loved or owned by anyone but her.
"I need to be inside you. Now," I grit out.
Dottie nods frantically in agreement.
I line up with her soaked entrance and slowly inch inside. The thick head of my cock disappears inside her tightness, and I pant as I cling to my control.
"I can take you. Don't hold back." Dottie gazes up at me shyly, as if she can read my thoughts.
"You don't know what you're asking for, Dottie. I don't want to lose control with you."
"I use toys, Maddox." A soft blush blooms across her skin. "Please fuck me."
Those are the magic words. I thrust into her with a feral growl, sliding my thick length into her tight sheath. She grips my arms and gasps, so wet from her release that I slide in with minimal resistance.
Dottie moans against the intrusion. "Oh, God, you're bigger than my toys!"
Her tight channel grips me like a vice, and I groan loudly as I slide out to gauge her response.
"Oh, yes. Again, Maddox, please."
Dottie's chest heaves as I thrust into her tight channel, sliding deeper this time.
I reach her tight virgin barrier and pause. "This might hurt a little, baby, but I'll make it quick."
I whisper a spell, and a light vibration starts where our bodies are joined.
"Oh, oh!" Dottie cries out as the buzzing sensation teases her clit. "Oh, my god! Oh, oh, oh!"
I whisper again, and the vibration dulls slightly.
