Page 24 of The Wickedness of Man

“Stay still,” I ordered, marveling at the sight of this powerful man having gone so weak beneath me. Marveling at how far we’d gone and that I still wanted more. I felt no panic—only the increasing desire to yank down his underwear, climb on top, and let myself slide onto his erection until I physically couldn’t take anymore of him in.

Beneath me, Caleb tried to keep still, but his hips involuntarily thrust against my palms as I rubbed him through the fabric of his underwear. I reached up and pulled my tanktop over my head. Caleb watched me in silence, his breathing turning shallow as I undid my bra and slid the oppressive thing over my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Caleb’s lust surged as he took in the sight of my bared breasts. He lifted a hand as if to grab me, but hesitated.

“Would you like to touch me?” I asked in that same breathy, sensual voice.

“Yes,” Caleb said, without hesitation.

I grabbed the hand he’d left hovering just above my nipple and squeezed it hard to my breast. “Then touch me,” I whispered as he took hold of me with both hands. “Any way you’d like.”

Caleb shot upright like a coiled spring and wrapped his powerful arms around my back and waist, pressing his mouth to each of my nipples, drawing a gasp out of me as he worked his way around my breasts like he wanted nothing more than to paint me in his saliva using only his tongue as the brush.

I was swimming in pleasure—drowning in it. Without warning, he put a hand on my back and grabbed my buttocks, lifting me with surprising grace for someone so large as he switched our positions. Before I even knew what had happened, he had me laying flat on my back and was kissing me so deeply it left me feeling faint. I could taste his lust in the kiss, and it was like pure nectar. I moaned as he took a steadying breath and then yanked my leggings down, and with them, my panties, which were little more than soaked rags.

On his knees on the bed, he slipped out of his boxers, and at the sight of his cock, pointing at me arrow straight, I hesitated. He was much larger than I’d realized; bigger than Danny—and Danny’s penis had been the biggest I’d encountered outside of porn. I felt the first sensations of panic rising inside of me. How was all ofthatgoing to fitinsideof me? As I lay there, quietly taking in the sight of his length, he positioned himself betweenmy legs and ran a hand along my inner thigh, massaging gently. I hadn’t realized I was shaking; that my legs were clenching.

“Wait—go slow,” I whispered. I wasn’t using that strange voice anymore—it was just me. Filled with fear and uncertainty, but so desperate that I knew I didn’t have any other choice but to let him inside of me.

He bent and kissed me, and I let out a small breath as he rested his cock against my clit, rubbing the shaft back and forth in a slow glide that felt like a tongue as he moved.

“Like this?” he said with a wicked grin. “Should I… slow down some more?”

I gripped the bedsheets hard. The panic within dissolved as I listened to Caleb’s breath as he thrust against me, using the wetness from my earlier orgasms to move fluidly and pleasantly against my clit. In the pit of my stomach, something akin to an explosion began to crest.

“No,” I pleaded. “Not slower… not slower.”

Caleb grinned like a wolf as he moved faster. I felt wetness dripping from him and leaving a warm trail over me, and the feeling of his precum dripping onto me left me whimpering.

“I hope you realize it’s taking absolutely every ounce of self-control I have not to fuck you senseless,” he said, voice a hoarse whisper, “but I know it’ll be worth it to watch you come for me.”

I gripped his face in both hands, and yanked him down to kiss me again before grabbing him firmly and hooking my legs behind each of his thighs. He responded with a growl that sent goosebumps over my entire body and increased the speed of each thrust against that sensitive spot until I came with a shout, grabbing him hard as I abandoned myself to the sensation and a loud, guttural cry spilled out of me, completely unstifled.

“Magda.” He kissed me as I recovered, my whole body tingling. “I can’t wait anymore. I need to be inside of you.”

I stared up into those icy blue eyes and found myself dragging my nails over his shoulders, enjoying the feeling of goose bumps trailing at my touch. He shivered, his arms wobbling for a moment as he fought to keep still.

He’s all for you, whispered that distance inner voice.All yours.

“I’m going to take you now,” he breathed, his eyes dilating so that there was almost no blue left in his gaze. “I’m going to make youmine.”

The last word came out like a growl that sent longing piercing through me. I slid my legs open wider, my eyes never once leaving his face as he reached down and slipped his cock to my opening, then pushed the head inside of me. I gasped. I had expected pain, but there was only slight discomfort as he pushed even deeper into me. I felt something tear inside—just a tiny pinch—and then there was almost no resistance as he slid all the way in, inch by inch, until he was buried completely within me.

Any momentary discomfort was forgotten the moment I felt him inside of me; there wasn’t even air between our bodies. I felt the budding sensation rising between us as he began to pull out, then slid back down. He repeated the process, each time the head of his cock pushed with urgency against my cervix. I had never known anything like this feeling. It was overwhelming me. I squeezed my own breasts, writhed beneath him. I wanted him to ravage me.

Finally.I’m finally going to be free.

“Caleb,” I gasped. “Please, more…”

I had no idea how I’d gone without such a feeling for so long. I had no idea how I’d never managed to get this far with other men. But that was before.

Before I met the succubus? Or before I met Caleb? …Does it matter?

Caleb let out a low, throaty moan as he thrust faster, and I shifted to accommodate him, allowing him to push as far inside of me as he could. We moved together like practiced lovers, and with our bodies entwined, the steady beating electrical pulse between us, so much like a heartbeat, quickened.

The steady movement of him within me made my core tighten around him, threatening another orgasm. Caleb’s cock reacted, twitching and hardening with every stroke. I didn’t know how it was possible for him to fit inside of me; I didn’t know how it was possible that it felt like he kept getting bigger.

“Oh fuck,” Caleb whispered, eyes closed in bliss. “Oh fuck. I’ve never felt anything like this before. I?—”

“Neither have I,” I whispered, wrapping my arms around his shoulders.

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