Page 56 of With This Witch
“Yes, wife” is his answer. He picks her up and moves her to the wall nearby, placing her back firmly against it. Her arms wrap around his neck, and he drives into her with full force, shaking the frames nearby.
His horns have magically appeared again, and she takes this opportunity to grasp them with both hands for extra leverage, eliciting a deep growl from Lachlan. She strokes them, matching his commanding thrusts.
They yell out in unison, finding their release together. Her hands clench his horns as her core does the same to his dick while he fills her pussy with his come. As the world comes back into perspective, their breathing is labored, and their bodies glisten with sweat.
Still hard inside her, she feels his deposit start to leak out of her, but she doesn’t care. In fact, it’s kind of hot. He moves his hips against her again, languidly sliding in and out as if they have nowhere to be. She smiles into his shoulder, breathing in the musk of sex as it mixes with his bergamot scent.
“You, sir, are insatiable.”
“What can I say? You bring out the demon in me,” he responds, winking at her as he forcefully enters her.
“Is that so? Well then, where would you like to fuck me next?” she asks mischievously.
He doesn’t respond. Instead, he carries her over to the cleared kitchen table and withdraws himself, making her stand. She instantly feels empty and feels even more of him leaking from her.
“Bend over,” he orders.
Heat fills her core again at the command. She knows it won’t take long for her to come for a third time tonight. Leaning onto the table, she places her hands in front of her. She jolts in surprise when he smacks her ass. Before she can turn to look at him, he is kneeling behind her, with his hands on her cheeks, spreading them further. Then she feels his tongue as it licks her from behind.
Fuck yes!
“Please. Yes. I need you inside me.”
Heated electricity shoots through her as she feels his tongue slowly licking her as he consumes their mixed fluids. Her magic bounces under her skin, pleased but not yet satisfied.More,it chants. She agrees. She needs more. Always more.
He stands, running his hand up her back, gently pushing her flat onto the table. Her breasts connect with the cold tabletop, creating a scintillating juxtaposition to the heat within her. He moves her legs further apart, stepping between them. Lining his dick up with her tight entrance, he pushes gently, slowly, drawing out the sensation as he fills her again. She sees stars as the new pressure takes over, and she pushes back into him.
Her eyes nearly cross with pleasure once he is fully seated. Sparks fly from her fingers as she palms the table, wrapping her fingers around the opposite edge. The mix of cool from the table, the pressure and stretch to her slick core, and the firmness of his hands on her hips as he holds on to her are on the brink of too much. She moans lowly, breathing through the intensity.
He waits patiently inside her as she works through it. She’s so tightly wrapped around him that she’s sure she will break him. After what feels like an eternity, her body relaxes, and the sensations settle to a more manageable level.
“That’s it, Petra. Take that dick like a good girl.”
Goddess, she almost comes right then and there. Before she has a chance, he starts to rock back and forth with slow and gentle movements. His slow withdrawal and thrust forward have her gripping the table tightly and groaning beneath him.
“Hecate help me. Your dick is perfect. I love how you fill me up.”
He chuckles behind her.
“Oh, I’ll fill you up, alright,” he says, entering her more forcefully.
When he withdraws again, she prepares, placing her palms on the table and pushing herself up. She meets his thrust forward more confidently and begins pushing back, meeting each delicious plunge with equal enthusiasm. Her body tingles and every nerve fires inside her.
Her core tightens, and she feels him tense, getting close to his release. He reaches around her legs, finds her clit with his thumb and index finger, and rolls it between them, sending fireworks throughout her body as she comes, clenching around him. He pushes inside her and releases with her.
“Oh. My. Fucking. Goddessss,” she screams as she rides out her third orgasm of the night. “Yes. Lachlan. Yes.”
He growls behind her as he pumps a final time, riding out the end of his release.
He leans down and kisses her back gently, caressing her.
“Are you okay?” he asks breathlessly.
“Never better.” She pushes her backside back into him, enjoying the remaining moments of fullness with him still seated.
“You. Are. Amazing,” he says, punctuating each word with a kiss. His hands caress down her back and squeeze her full ass before withdrawing.
Internally, she whimpers, missing how complete he makes her feel.
