Page 71 of Blood and Hexes

His free hand joined his tongue; he edged two fingers inside her, curving them just right. “Fuck, Mikar!”

“That’s the general idea.” His fingers moved in and out of her, fast and hard. She curved her hips upward, wiggling aimlessly, but his hand pushed her back down against the countertop. He sucked hard on her clit, and kept moving his fingers so fast. She’d never been fucked so deep, although his cock hadn’t even touched her yet. Hell, he was still dressed.

Diana gave up the fight, letting her body relax, accepting his touch. And the moment she did, every single nerve end he was teasing exploded in a blinding, maddening climax.

She couldn’t move. She stayed right there, legs parted against the cold marble breakfast bar, head thrown back, looking at the ceiling like she half expected all of this to have been nothing more than a dream.

Maybe she’d died last night. Maybe this was heaven.

Catching movement over her, Diana lifted her head.

Now she knew she’d died.

Mikar had opened his jeans, freeing a gorgeously thick, curved cock pointing right at her. His dark eyes turned red, and he was the picture of an avenging angel, just like the first time they’d met.

“Are you wet, darling?”

“Soaked.” She didn’t even recognize her own voice.

“Not wet enough for me, I think.” He pumped his cock once, then twice. “Maybe I shouldn’t take you. Your little pussy looks like it could break if I did everything I want to do to it.”

He was teasing her, she knew, but the threat of not immediately getting to feel him inside her enraged her. Diana lifted her torso and reached out to him, grabbing his white t-shirt. She pulled him toward her till he was close enough she could clutch his cock in her grip.

She had him now. Never letting go, Diana shifted to her knees, and bent down to take him in her mouth. Her hand pumped him. Up, down, up, down. All the while, she sucked at his tip, teasing it with her tongue. She felt him tense in her hands and twisted both grasps around his length.

His legs started to convulse.

Then she let go, grinning. She’d never felt this cocky. “This is what you get for teasing me.”

Mikar grunted, his face twisted in pain and need.

“Oh, I’m done with playing,” she said, hopping off the counter. “If you want more of me, you’re going to have to take it.”

She wasn’t done teasing at all: she turned to face toward the counter, spread her legs apart, and wiggled her hips in the air.

He sucked in a gulp of air, and the next moment, his thick cock filled her, sliding in so hard her chest fell forward. He pulled back slowly, and rammed himself in again, and again. His hips clapped against her ass increasingly faster. It felt like every single one of her nerves ended inside her pussy, and Mikar’s cock somehow managed to thunder against the very spot where they all converged. The pleasure was borderline painful. She could hear her moans, and his grunts. She’d never been so loud, but she couldn’t help it. Her entire body had a will of its own. He was pushing her to the edge of sanity and enjoying it.

Her climax came without warning, hitting her like a punch. She went limp under him, as waves of pleasure flew through her. And all the while, he kept fucking her hard, fast, and deep. She didn’t even move. She couldn’t. Suddenly, impossibly, her loose ends and her relaxed body, exploded again, shocking her. She screamed at each of his thrusts inside her, nerves awakening again. She was so sensitive, and Mikar knew it. He touched everywhere. Her clit, her taut stomach, her nipples, and the undersides of her breasts. His thumb pressed on her ass, and even that screamed in pleasure.

Mikar lifted her up and flipped her over. To her astonishment, she saw cum dripping out of her. How could he have orgasmed? He’d never stopped.

He hooked her legs over his shoulders and resumed the insane rhythm, his right index and middle finger spreading her folds apart, revealing her inner walls. His other hand pressed on her clit.

She yelled harder.

Mikar bent forward and blew on her folds. Cool air attacked her nerves. She clamped around his cock, yelping. He grinned at her, one hand reaching to her chin. Then he lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her. His cock had slowed, but it was still hitting deeper than anything ever had. Each time their bodies met, he hit against her exposed clit. She moaned in his mouth, responding to their kiss. Her core, exhausted as it had been, tightened again. This time, she could spot the edge of the cliff.

She fell along with him.

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