Page 55 of The Wickedness of Man

I paused, mouth open.Shit. I hadn’t even thought about it—again! I could have laughed, but for the painful realization that I might not be inside of her again.

“Oh. Oh!” I shook my head. “No, you don’t have to worry—I get tested regularly… and, believe it or not, you’re the only person I’ve ever come in?—”

Magda sat up and grabbed hold of my arm, her head rolling back as she panted, “Please. Say it again.”

I stiffened—my cock was desperately trying to take the driver’s seat again. “You’re the only woman I’ve ever come in,” I said, voice hoarse. “The only woman that I’ve ever filled with?—”

Magda kissed me; her body shaking. “Again.”

“You’re the only?—”

“No,” she panting, trembling against me as her purple eyes rippled, and the thrum between us went taut like a pulled string. “Do itagain. Please.”

My cock got so hard I thought my abdomen might twist into itself.

“Tell me what you want,” I replied, unable to help myself. I gripped her tight and pressed her back against the bed. Between kisses I managed, “Anything. It’s yours.”

Urgently, I slid my hips between her legs, positioning my cock at her opening, marveling at the sight of her spread out before me like some kind of glorious sacrifice to a pagan god. I didn’t know what I wanted to do more: bury my face in her pussy and discover how she’d taste as she orgasmed on my tongue, or bury my cock inside of her until she begged me to come again?—

The decision, at least for the moment, was made, as Magda’s tiny hands shot out and grabbed my waist, pulling my hips forward, and shoving my cock deep inside her warm, wet pussy.

“You,” she whispered. “I want you.”

I groaned; relief, delight, I couldn’t tell. I couldn’t hesitate; didn’t have the ability within me to go slow. This wasn’t the same as the first time had been—the vibration between us now was too strong, too urgent. There was nothing but instinct and need, and I fought my own desire to fuck her with every remaining part of my sanity.

I lifted her legs, spreading them farther apart and moving myself deep, trying desperately not to hurt her. It was only her second time—something my brain was trying to keep at the forefront of my thoughts. I had to be careful that she was well and truly relaxed before I started?—

“Caleb,” said Magda, that same sexy, deep tone in her voice. I snapped my head up to look at her. “Fuck me. Please.”

“God, yes,” I replied, letting go of everything I’d been trying to hold back.

I drove myself into her with absolute abandon; I felt her come. I fucked her faster. I took her with absolutely everything I had, and when I felt Magda’s claws tearing into my back again, Ibellowed out a coarse shout. Magda’s face tightened, her brows knitting together as she orgasmed once more, her legs quivering in my hands. The pulsing beat between us was now so tight it felt like it was forcing me deeper. There wasn’t a thought in my head to pull out this time.

We can get a pill later, I told myself.

Worries would come later… Later… Later… It was all a problem for our future selves. Right now, my only need was to have her. To feel her; to be one and to lose myself inside of her.

I panted as I drove my cock into her wet pussy over and over again until pleasure began to break over me; goose bumps dotted my arms and legs. I opened my eyes and met her gaze. Something feral and instinctive had taken the driver’s seat of my body. If there was any possible way I could be deeper inside of her, I wanted to be. Needed to be.

I wanted to hear her to beg for me. I wanted to hear her beg for me to fill her.

“I going to come,” I panted. “Do you want me to stop?”

There was no way I could stop myself now if I tried. I didn’t have the slightest thought in my head to pull out, so I didn’t know if that invisible band would keep us together or not, but I hadzerodesire to even tempt it. I offered a wicked grin, regardless. “I can pull out if you’d prefer?—”

“No,” Magda said, her now purple eyes flaring to life.

“No what?” I panted, whispering in her ear. “I’ll do anything you want. All you have to do is just… ask me for it.”

Magda wrapped her legs around my waist, squeezing me tightly. “Please,” she whimpered, “please come for me. Please come in me, Caleb.”

“Yes, baby…” I growled as she tightened around me.

The orgasm rippled through my entire body; every ounce of cum spilled out of me and into Magda’s waiting pussy; she moaned as another orgasm took her over and sent anothershiver of pleasure piercing through me as I felt the last bits of my semen filling her. It was as if her body and mine had conspired without us to work together to drain every single last drop out of me, in unison.

Breathing hard, I bent down and planted a kiss on Magda’s lips before I fell to my side, the heartbeat between us now buzzing pleasantly like a hum. My body was spent, but I still needed—wanted—Magda close to me. I grabbed her into an embrace against my still heaving chest, tucking her head beneath my chin as she gripped my waist tight.

“I’m sorry…” said Magda, her cheeks flushed with exertion. “I don’t know why, but you just drive all the sense from my head. I just get so… hungry for you.”

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