Page 81 of Witch's Fate

“Malcolm!”

The desperation in her voice pulled him out of his haze. His woman needed. He shifted to lave her clitoris, making small circles on the little bud.

“Yes, that’s it, please,” she gasped and gripped his hair.

He released her ass with one hand and pressed two fingers inside of her. She was so slick that she accepted him easily, a beautiful slide into pleasure. He thrust slowly as he licked her clitoris, listening to her moans and speeding up when she sounded close.

When he sucked her clitoris into his mouth, she screamed, gripping his hair and pulling his mouth against her. His cock grew unbearably hard at the feel of her forcing him against her pussy.

Inner muscles clenched around his fingers as she came, making him desperate to sink his cock into her.

The moment her orgasm ended, he used magic to remove his clothes and then settled over her. She spread her thighs to accept him. The acceptance, the quick willingness and trust, thawed something inside of him. Her pussy pressed wet and hot against his cock, a delicious brand.

He met her gaze. She blinked up at him, her chest heaving. “Now, Malcolm. Inside me, please.”

He grasped her wrists and raised them above her head, as if he could keep her here forever, then reached down to adjust himself. His teeth clenched when he felt the heat of her entrance kiss the head of his cock.

“Yes,” she breathed, and tilted her head back, closing her eyes.

“No,” he growled. “Look at me. I want to see you.”

She glanced back at him and held his gaze with her own as he pressed his cock into her channel. His whole body tightened as she accepted him. Gods, the pleasure was blinding.

Aftershocks of orgasm fluttered through Sofia as Malcolm’s cock filled her. He was almost too big for her, pressing inexorably inside, but the pleasure still radiating through her made it easier to take him. She shifted, moaning at the stretching fullness as her muscles fluttered around him.

He loomed over her, his whole body huge and taught with muscle. His chest and biceps bulged as he held himselfover her. When she glanced down to see his thick shaft disappearing inside of her, she could see the ridges of his abdomen and the neat black hair at his pubic bone.

She raised her gaze to his, remembering his command to look at him. His eyes were hot and desperate, his lips swollen and damp from her pussy, which he’d licked like he couldn’t get enough.

Gods, he was the most handsome man she’d ever seen.

Sofia cried out when his thumb started to make circles on her clitoris. His other hand threaded through hers near her head.

“I want to feel you come around me,” he said as his thumb drove her crazy. “I want to feel your little pussy clench on my cock.”

She tried to speak, but he pressed his cock deeper, slowly. He shuddered, clearly resisting the desire to pound into her. When his thumb picked up pace, she felt another orgasm begin to coil within her.

“I’m close,” she breathed as the tension increased, spiraling tight. She filled her gaze with the sight of his face and straining chest, imagined what his cock must look like thrusting into her, thick and slick with her juices, sinking into her soft flesh.

The visual was enough to push her over the edge, into a roaring climax that tore through her. As her pussy spasmed, Malcolm began to thrust, pushing her pleasure higher and harder. It felt as if every nerve ending inside her was alight, ten times as sensitive.

She could feel the ridge of his cockhead, every inch of every thrust. She writhed beneath him, out of her mind, but he never stopped stroking her, never stopped thrusting.

Finally, it faded enough that she could make eye contact again. Her breath caught at the look in his eyes. As if she were everything in the world that mattered to him.

“I want this to last forever,” he ground out. “But I’m—so close.”

She shuddered as he picked up his pace, thrusting harder and faster. His hand faltered on her clitoris and he gripped her hip, holding her steady. She didn’t need any more sensation to come. Just the sight of him, his jaw clenched and his eyes fierce, every muscle tensed and bulging, was enough to send her over the edge again. The orgasm tore through her, this one harder than the last.

“Ah, gods, I can feel you.” His brow furrowed as his fingertips bit into her ass and his hips lost their grace.

Malcolm shuddered and roared through clenched teeth as the orgasm wracked him. His cock swelled and pulsed as his seed shot forth, propelling her orgasm to the point that her vision faded and pleasure overwhelmed her.

Her head whirled as she came back to earth. Malcolm shook above her, his shoulders and chest heaving. He gently disengaged and collapsed beside her, then pulled her to him.

She curled into his side, exhausted and sated. At the edge of her mind, her impending death loomed. She’d accepted it, but in the meantime, she would enjoy every second with Malcolm. She wouldn’t tell him, she’d just take what goodness she could get with him before it was all over. They had at least two days left and she planned to enjoy them.

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