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My sexy as fuck witch has my dick in her mouth.

My eyes are currently in the back of my skull, trying to find any logical thought left but coming up with nothing.

I don’t need thought when I have her plush lips wrapped around my hot, hard cock.

I groan like a fucking beast as she hollows her cheeks and gives me a hard suck.

A burst of pre-cum floods from me and hits her hot tongue. I try not to pull back, but she’s going to make me comewaaaaytoo quickly if I don’t.

Easing a hand into her hair, I gently guide her mouth off my cock, which she releases with a satisfying pop.

“I was just getting to the good part. I do this little thing with my tongue.” She pauses and presumably does it between her closed lips.

I’ve never wanted to get my dick back in a hole so quickly.

“I don’t want to come too quickly.” If I were in my more mortal form, I would be blushing so hard my ears would be bright red.

Charlotte arches a brow. “Can’t hold back, even a little?”

Her tone is all challenge, and Mama didn’t raise no quitter. Mama actually hardly raised me.

Oh well.

“Try me, babe,” I say, taking a quick breath and then holding it. Which really does nothing.

Charlotte leans down and takes my cock back into her mouth. I groan behind clenched teeth and try to focus on the patterns in the wallpaper. The wall sconces are nice and shiny in here. I wonder if Charlotte polishes them, or if the resident gargoyle mom that is Julius sneaks in here to make sure her entire room is nice and tidy.

The head of my cock hits the back of Charlotte’s throat. And then she swallows.

An unholy bellow pulls itself from my chest, and I grip her shoulders as gently as I possibly can.

“Fuck, yes, that’s a good girl, Char. Fuck me, your mouth is heaven and hell all in one,” I moan.

She does the thing with her tongue, twisting around each of my ridges as more of my hard length press into the tight, warm embrace of her mouth and throat. She giggles around my cock, and it’s like someone took a pleasure Taser to my balls. I keen, back arching and toes curling.

“Jesus, Mary, Joseph, and some other guy, fuck!” I cry as Charlotte blows my mind with her mouth.

Her hands rest delicately on my thighs as she bobs her head and sucks my soul out. I flop back onto the bed, only able to lie there and take every bit of pleasure she gives me.

I wish I could be inside her forever.

Chapter 20

CHARLOTTE

Marcus somehow tastes like cake.I don’t know what part of my mind either shut down or woke up, but his cock in my mouth is heavenly, and from the way he groans and grabs my hair, it is for him too. I’m drooling like a fiend and trying to slurp it all back in as I bob on his length.

The ridges prove to be a nonissue as I curl my lips over my teeth to protect both them and him. His pre-cum is so salty and sweet I want to put it on ice cream. I grip his thighs as tightly as I can, pleading without words for him not to move an inch as I gorge myself on him.

“Charlotte.” Marcus moans my name like an agonized prayer.

I grant him no mercy as I lash my tongue over the head of his cock, lapping at the weeping tip. I feel like a woman possessed, and it’s actually really hot.

I slide my hands from his thighs to my body, which has slowly grown hotter with each suck on this handsome gargoyle’s cock. I squeeze my breasts through the thin cotton sleep shirt I picked out, thankful for it being pretty threadbare so I can feelthe warmth of my hands. I groan around Marcus as I pinch and pull at my nipples. The little buds tighten to stiff peaks.

“Fuck me, you are so beautiful, so fucking hot. I want to lick every inch of you,” the gargoyle pants, writhing in pleasure.

I’ve never felt so powerful. With my mouth on this man’s cock, he would do anything I asked. Hell, I think he’d do it even if his cock wasn’t in my mouth. But still. Marcus is just about the sweetest man I have ever met, even if he dropped the fact of me being a witch on my head like a sack of bricks, and I think I’m ready to fuck him.

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