Page 50 of Soul of a Witch

“On the floor,” she said.

Obediently, I turned my back to her, lying on the carpet. She knelt between my legs, her hands moving over me gently, appreciatively. The head of the toy nudged against me, but she was clearly hesitant to push any harder.

Reaching back, I spread myself open with one hand and arched my back, impaling myself on her. She swore softly as I groaned, working her cock deeper.

It had been ages since I’d been penetrated. It was agony and ecstasy rolled into one, the most overwhelming catharsis. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“Watch your mouth,” she said softly, and my back tingled at her tone. Quiet but authoritative, still a little uncertain. But with far more confidence than I’d ever heard from her. “It’s not very respectful of you to swear at me, is it?”

Telling a demon not to swear was like telling a fish not to swim. Growling at her request with obvious defiance, I was surprised to feel her hand tangle in my hair, gripping the locks and shoving my head down. She pressed deeper until her hips were flush against me.

“It’s not very respectful of you,” she repeated. “Is it?”

“No, my lady, it isn’t respectful.” Her words were accompanied by a hard thrust, the sensation practically making my eyes roll back. It ached in the best of ways, and if she kept moving this slow, I was going to make an absolute whore of myself in my desperation for more. “Fuck me harder, please, come on —”

She giggled, causing a wave of heat that had my overstimulated body shaking. “Do you really want it that bad? Such a needy boy.”

She sounded so painfully sweet that I groaned. I was practically rabid, swiftly losing all decorum as she moved her hips, drawing them back before punching forward. She was clumsy with the strap, but every awkward, eager movement only served to turn me on more.

“I like hearing you groan,” she said. Her fingers pulled my head up, enthusiastically rough, her other hand pressing down between my shoulder blades. Her heartbeat was quickening, pattering hard and fast. Her breath was coming in quick, excited gasps. “If you want it harder, ask me nicely.”

“Fucking hell, if you keep talking to me like that, you’re going to make me come on the damn carpet, Everly.”

Her laughter in response was mockingly sympathetic.

“Aw, it’sso hard, isn’t it?” she crooned. “Is that all it takes to make you come? Just having your ass filled by a pretty girl’s cock?”

I wasn’t sure where she’d found this filthy mouth, but I was more than happy to let her keep talking. Arching my back and lifting my hips toward her, the toy was angled perfectly to push me over the edge the second she gave me permission, which I doubted she would grant unless I managed to get my rambling tongue under control.

The only words I could manage to speak were breathless oaths, swearing everything to her if she would only please,pleasegive me more.

“Please, I’ll do anything you want. Anything you fucking ask, just…fuck me harder, please, just fucking kill me —”

“Killing you would be merciful,” she said. “You can’t suffer if you’re dead. But alive…” She tugged my hair, shaking my head back and forth as ifIwas the weak mortal and she the demon. “Alive, you get to endure whatever I decide to give you.”

She thrust into me, keeping a pace that had my cock leaking on the floor. Releasing my hair and dragging her fingernails down my back, she gripped my hips, finding her rhythm.

I could have truly died in that moment. My mind ascended to some other plane where all I could comprehend was the tight feeling of her moving inside me. My cock was grinding against the floor, the rough abrasion of the carpet stinging just enough to hold me back.

“Do you want to come?” she said, leaning over my back, her voice soft and sweet andso teasing.

“Yes,” I snarled, and she tugged at my hair.

“Yeswhat?”

My claws raked through the carpet, tearing it even more as she tsked in disapproval.

I could have taken her cock for hours, but I was also a greedy bastard who was so worked up I felt more like an animal than a demon as I said, “Yes, Mistress, please, let me come.”

She kept fucking me. I was about to start begging in earnest when she finally commanded, “Come for me, demon.”

My teeth clamped on my arm, clenching so hard I drew blood. I wasn’t sure if it was truly words or only snarled groans pouring from my mouth, but every sound was in worship of her.

It didn’t feel right to leave Everly alone, but her family would be home any minute. Climbing back out her window and watching her snuggle into bed by herself made my chest tighten with an unpleasant assault of irritation and loneliness.

“You’ll be close by, won’t you?” she said, leaning close to the window as she spoke to me. “If something goes wrong tomorrow, you’ll be there?”

My skin prickled. A creeping feeling on the nape of my neck told me I was being watched, and it stretched my nerves almost to their breaking point.

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