Page 91 of Witch Please

“Let your conscience be your guide. Never let it be said that I pulled you from the path of righteousness.”

He stroked a big hand down her arm, seeming unable to stop touching her. “We strip the sheets in the morning and throw them in the washing machine before anyone gets a look at them.”

“It’s adorable that you’re worried about—”

Titus peeled his underwear and T-shirt off in record time. Then he kissed her, possibly to prevent additional teasing, but his soft, lush mouth framed by the scratch of his beard distracted her. His tongue stroked hers, deep and luscious. He pulled her on top of him, and she fell deeper into him, loving the flex of his muscles and the rigid cock burning against her belly as they kissed. She spread her thighs, opening so he could feel how wet she already was.

“Wow. Oh damn. Wow.”

He flipped her. “Last time I wanted to kiss you all over and you said ‘next time.’”

“Mmm. Excellent, have at me.”

Maybe she should have tempered that invitation because Titus took her at her word. His mouth and hands were everywhere, licking, nipping, nuzzling, stroking until she could barely breathe, let alone think. Danica twisted and panted, not letting herself moan to keep up the pretense of being quiet. When he put his face between her legs, she practically launched off the bed and framed his head with her thighs. She sank her fingers into his hair and worked against him, losing her mind over the sheer, sharp pleasure of his talented tongue, his teasing mouth.

“Fuck. Oh fuck,” she gasped. “I don’t usually come like this…”

Titus paused, replacing his tongue with a teasing fingertip on her clit, and left her hanging at the precipice. “But…?”

“I’m close.”

Maddeningly, he kissed away from her pussy then, licking and nibbling down her thighs and back up, like he meant to drive her wild. She bit down on her lower lip, hot and cold shivers rolling through her. Danica had never been turned on to the point that it felt like an out-of-body experience.

“I have to punish you a little,” he whispered. “For what you put me through.”

“Shit. I thought you forgave me too fast.”

“I do forgive you, but I’m planning to imprint on you so you can’t get off without thinking about me. My lips, my fingers, my cock.”

She swallowed hard as he traced a teasing caress inches away from her slick labia. “Oh yes.”

“Tell me that you belong to me, Danica.”

“I do. I’m yours.”

“No more running, no more excuses. We can date for as long as you want, but this is permanent. We’re good together.”

“So good,” she whispered.

“I bet you need to come. Should I let you?”

In answer, she lifted her hips, and he stroked her clit as he went in with his mouth. Two more licks, and the orgasm rocked through her. Her thighs tensed as he settled between them, thrusting his throbbing cock inside her as she came, and he groaned as she clenched around him. He kept a light pressure on her clit until she pulled his hand away, shaking and breathless. Somehow she managed to wrap her legs around his hips as he fucked her through the aftershocks. Honestly, she thought she was done, but a few minutes in, her body stirred again, pulled into arousal by his demanding strokes.

“That’s it. You’ll go again for me.”

He kissed her neck, the top of her breasts, while working into and out of her body in measured strokes. His control troubled her; she liked it better when he was helpless and unhinged. Danica bit him on the chest.

“You jerked off today.”

Titus hitched, mid-glide. “How can you tell?”

“Because otherwise you’d be as desperate to come as I was.”

“You’re right, love. I did it right here in bed with you this morning, quiet as a mouse while I yanked my cock. Woke up hard as a rock, and I couldn’t walk down the hall like that. It wouldn’t subside with you right next to me either.”

She arched up to meet him, digging her heels into his ass. “Fuck. When you put it like that, a secret wank offered the only sensible solution. Was it good?”

“So fucking good. I listened to you breathe, and I came so hard, all over my hand.”

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