Page 28 of Boss Witch

“First to come has to grant the winner a wish.”

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“Challenge accepted,” Gavin said.

If he didn’t get off her, it wouldn’t take long, and that would be embarrassing at his age. It wasn’t like he was in form one and had never seen a pair of actual tits. He had to admit that Clem’s were spectacular. Rolling off her, he lowered his head to kiss the tops of them, licking down toward her nipple. She made an incoherent sound when he wrapped his lips around the tip, sipping delicately. Clem sank her fingers into his hair, and when she massaged his head in rhythm with the tugs from his mouth, the sharp blaze of desire that streamed through him felt…supernatural. That was an odd word to pop into his mind, but his whole body was trembling, just from the touch of her fingers on his scalp and the delicious, honeyed-­melon scent of her.

Her skin felt incredibly soft and smooth beneath his mouth, and he licked down her stomach for the sheer joy of it, even knowing that he wasn’t allowed to taste her pussy. That restriction only made him crave her more—­to the point that his mouth was watering. Gavin kissed her belly just above the line of her knickers, and she tensed, her hips pushing upward. The green cotton gusset was dark, soaked through with her excitement. Deliberately, he touched her through the damp cloth, stroking a fingertip back and forth over her clit.

“I want to taste you so badly.”

“Fingers only,” she reminded him.

Then she pushed him. Not away, exactly, but he landed on his side and didn’t resist when she nudged him onto his stomach. And then she was kissing the back of his neck, biting and sucking.Fuck, I shouldn’t have told her my weakness.

There was something sexy as hell at having her hot, wet pussy grinding into his ass while she pressed her teeth into the side of his throat. He jerked against the mattress, and before he knew it, he was practically fucking a hole into it, pushing forward as she rubbed against him from behind. From the sting on his throat, she was leaving marks.

And he fucking loved it.

“Please let me touch you.”

She was breathless when she dismounted, landing beside him with a little bounce. Gavin rolled onto his side, his cock so hard that it hurt a bit, and it was leaking like mad. If they kept going, he’d cream in his shorts, and he could tell she wanted him to break first. Though he didn’t know why, he had the sense that this little bet was important to her, and he rather wanted to grant her a wish in any case.

Anything you desire, anything at all.

“Only if I can reciprocate,” she murmured.

“Have at me.”

His gaze stayed locked on hers as he teased a path down her abdomen and into her knickers. Looking away from her wide, dark eyes with pupils blown proved impossible, so he navigated by touch, stroking her labia and swirling the juices around until she chased more contact, angling for him to graze her clit. Her hand was trembling when she stretched the elastic band of his boxer briefs and dragged his cock out. In his experience, women often had no idea what to do with their fingers. Most rubbed him too lightly or their angle was off, so he didn’t think he’d come before she did.

But Clem surprised him by settling beside him, shifting her body so she could jerk him just as he would do it—­firm grip, palming back to front—­and since she was lying beside him, it felt…right. So fucking good that his breath immediately quickened to a pant and came out as a groan. His balls tingled and tightened as she found her rhythm. At this rate, it would only take a few minutes for him to spurt all over her hand and his stomach. His cock swelled as she pumped, throbbing with each tug.

“Hard nipples, deep flush. Getting close?” She kissed his shoulder, seeming more focused on his pleasure than her own, despite his fingers swirling on her clit.

“You’re too good at this,” he managed to say.

“Let go. Gush for me, Gavin.” She squeezed a little harder.

“Clem.”

He lost it, fucking her fist like a beast until he grunted and came, long, satisfying pulses that ended with his semen on her hands, his belly—­messy and delicious. He panted, eyes closed, while she petted him through the aftershocks, care he didn’t normally receive from his casual fucks. Clem finished with a soft kiss, her lips toying with his as his heartbeat steadied.

“I win,” she whispered.

“Feels likeIdid. Give me a couple of minutes, and I’ll make your toes curl, love.”

“I’ll go wash up.”

Probably he ought to do…something, but for the moment, he felt boneless. When she came back, she had a damp washcloth she used to complete the cleanup. “Now you’re spoiling me,” he said.

Then, to his amazement, she settled on his left thigh with a determined look. At her urging, he bent it a little, and she rubbed against him frantically, her cheeks flushed, eyes glittering. He caressed her back and held her hips, but it didn’t take long at all for her to grind herself to a shuddering orgasm. He felt the sudden wetness on his thigh, even through her knickers, and he cuddled her close as she shivered.

“Next time, let me give it to you.”

She wore a strange look as she snuggled into his side. “That was just…faster. I was beyond my tolerance for a slow build. I needed to get off.”

“You’re saying I turned you on that much.”

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