Page 67 of Witch's Fate

She struggled, trying to tear out of his grip. “I just want to fuck you, Malcolm.”

“You’ll get to. Eventually.”

“Fuck you,” she hissed as she tore out of his arms and got to her feet. She turned to leave.

No way in hell was he letting her get away. He gripped her arms and pulled her back until she sat on his lap, her legs straddling his own. His cock settled into the cleft of her lush arse.

Her head tipped back on his shoulder and she moaned. “Yes. Gods, yes, Malcolm.”

“Good girl.”

She growled at him, but the sound turned to a moan when his fingers found her pussy. She parted so easily,welcoming. His cock throbbed against her as his fingers dipped into her wetness.

A groan rose in his throat as he remembered how pink and beautiful she’d been, how delicious she’d tasted. He imagined swiping his tongue over her clitoris as his fingertips made circles around the tight bud.

She shuddered, her breasts trembling. The sight of her spread out over him, her legs forced far apart as his big, rough hand disappeared between her legs made him thrust his hips unconsciously, seeking her tight warmth. His cock, lubricated with his own wetness, slid between her lush cheeks.

Just the feel of it, the thought of it, of one day fucking her there, made him almost lose his seed. He wanted to know every part of her. Her body. Her mind.

But for now, he had this. The feel of her splayed over him, trembling as he sank a finger into her tight sheath. She was so hot and wet.

She moaned and writhed, torturing his shaft and his mind.

“More,” she begged, moving her hips.

He gave her what she wanted, pressing deep into her tight, hot channel.

Gods, how he wanted to see her come, to feel her tighten around him and her body shake. He rubbed her clitoris with his thumb, thrusting his fingers within her, relishing the way her body drew him deep.

The way she felt made his head swim. He dragged his gaze from her body, unable to take the stimulus, and bit the side of her neck.

She moaned, tilting her head, and he bit her again, lower.

“Gods, yes,” she said, shuddering.

He ran his hand down the length of her body, cupping her full breast as his fingers worked her cunt. She was hot and wet, her slickness easing the way for his thrusting fingers.

“Please, Malcolm,” she moaned. Her thighs trembled and her back arched. “Fuck me.”

His cock grew even harder at the thought of lowering her onto his shaft and feeling her take him deep.

But he wanted her to beg him with her body, to feel her clench around his fingers and gasp in his ear. He wanted her so desperate that his cock filled a gnawing need inside of her. And fates, how he loved her orgasm. If he were inside of her, he’d be so distracted that he wouldn’t be able to savor the shivers and moans that came with her pleasure.

“I’m going to make you mine,” he growled into her ear.

She shuddered. “Gods, yes.”

He curled his fingers forward to press against that sensitive spot inside of her and circled his thumb faster. The feel of his fingers sinking into her pussy made him want to bury his face in her and drink her down.

When her muscles tensed and her thighs began to shake, he steadied his rhythm. Her sheath clenched and she cried out.

“Please, Malcolm. I need you inside of me.” Her voice was desperate at his ear.

He withdrew his fingers and gripped her hips, raising her up over his shaft. She was so small beneath his big hands, and he prayed to the gods that she could take him.

When he felt her hand gripping his shaft and positioning him, he lowered her, throwing his head back and groaning at the feel of her sex kissing the tip of his cock.

“Please, Malcolm,” she begged, trying to force herself down upon his shaft.

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