Page 45 of Witch Please

“You’re a goddess,” he whispered.

He shifted the angle, rubbing against her just right, and she saw stars as he kissed downward, nuzzling her jaw, her throat, while he caressed upward, hands skimming her hips, her waist. When he touched her breasts over her T-shirt, she made a sound she hadn’t even known was possible, somewhere between a growl and a moan.

“I need you. Now.”

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Titus stared, dazed and uncomprehending as Danica pushed him backward.

He fell into his padded office chair, and she pulled at the elastic band of his trousers. Before he could do more than groan, she had his cock in her hands, stroking him until he couldn’t think, let alone speak. She bent and pressed a kiss to the slick tip, utterly without hesitation or shame.

“Fuck,” he whispered.

“That’s the plan. Do you mind if I’m on top?”

“Please?” In his muddled mind, he didn’t know if he was asking or agreeing, but it seemed to be enough.

She stripped out of her bottoms in record time and settled on his lap. Just as well she was taking charge because he had no idea what he was doing. Part of him believed if they could get past this point without disasters or interruptions, maybe his curse would be broken too. He kept quiet, opting not to tell her that this was his first time.

“I’m sorry,” she murmured. “I can’t wait. This probably isn’t how you imagined it, but I’ve got to have you.”

Hell. Titus had certainly never pictured hot, greedy sex in his office chair, but after this, he’d probably never work in here again without a hard-on. “No, this…is good,” he gasped, as she sank straight down on him.

No condom. I don’t—I should…

Bare skin. Hot. So hot. Slick.

There were reasons he should object to this. It wasn’t safe for her—well, itwas, but she didn’t know that.If she gets pregnant—

Danica raised her hips. Pressed back down. Lightning pooled in his pelvis, stealing his ability to breathe for a few seconds. Nothing in life had prepared him for how good this felt. Romance novels had hinted at it, but Jesus Christ.

If she gets pregnant, I’ll marry her.

The thought alone almost made him come. His cock jerked as she rode him, and he tried to get himself under control. It would be embarrassing if he went off in two minutes.I have to make it good for her too. Think about her needs, not how good her pussy feels.

“Top off,” he managed to say.

It was all backward to peel her shirt over her head and fumble to unfasten her bra while she moved on his dick, but everything was always topsy-turvy between them. The first time he saw her, a blender spewed piña colada all over her. Remembering that put filthy ideas in his head, stuff he normally wouldn’t even watch in porn.

He touched her breasts, watching her eyes go lambent. She picked up the pace, dropping down on him hard. Slowly, he learned how to answer, shifting, pushing up, and watching her head fall back when he grazed the right spot inside her. Once he found it, he hit it again and again, until her breath was coming in ragged gulps. Focusing on her made it easier not to get lost in the burning pleasure, but the feelings tugged at him relentlessly until he couldn’t hold back.

Titus kissed her deeply. “I’m getting close.”

“Me too. Just…a little more.”

“This?” He grazed her clit with his fingertips and couldn’t resist caressing between their bodies, feeling how wet she was, how wethewas. His hand grazed his own cock, caressed her slick labia. He wished he had a better view of where they were joined. Touching just there felt incredible, and that was a mistake because now there was no stopping the pressure building in his balls, at the base of his spine.

Suddenly, her head fell back, and she clenched on him. “It’s happening.”

His cock throbbed. “Do it. All over me. Let me feel you.”

Soft, desperate pants against his neck as she came, grinding down on his cock. His orgasm rocked his whole body, deep tension releasing in hot spurts. He pulled her down on him, hard, rolling his hips to draw out the incredible sensation of coming inside the woman he loved. No first time could have been better than this.

Dizzily, he tracked that thought back. The woman he…?Yeah. Fuck.

I love her so much.

It was too soon, and he knew it was, but he was so damn gone for Danica. As his breath and heartbeat slowed, he cuddled her against his chest and stroked her back, not wanting her to feel like this was a fast and dirty fuck that she should immediately regret.God, I hope she doesn’t have sex remorse after this.

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