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“No,” he growled. “I don’t wear underwear.”
His eyes traveled across her kitchen, looking anywhere but where she knelt before him.
“Are you embarrassed?” she asked. “I don’t either, I was just surprised. I don’t know any men who let their trouser snakes hang free.”
A low sound came from his chest, and Ellea smiled as she got to work cleaning the last wound.
She held the skin closed to help the healing potion as it worked. As she waited, her eyes wandered, no longer busy with the excuse of healing. Ros’ hands grasped his cock hard through the towel. It twitched under her stare, and her mouth began to water.
“You can’t seriously be enjoying this,” she said as her eyes met his. They looked back at her, hooded and glazed over.
“I don’t think any type of pain could stop me from enjoying the sight of you kneeling before me.”
She suppressed the shiver that ran across her skin from the husky tone in his voice.
“But yes, I’ve always enjoyed a little bit of pain.”
She couldn’t respond. Images of what she could do with his cock to entice a reaction from him flooded her mind. She could let her teeth graze along the bottom of his hard shaft or rake her nails up his thighs as he hit the back of her throat. It would; there was no way it was fitting all the way in.
In all of her experience, she had never been overly rough, but now she wanted to see what his limits were. She doubted there were any with him, and another shiver of arousal ran down her spine. Her powers crackled at her fingertips. He didn’t react to the light shock of it; his eyes grew darker as he continued to look down at her. It would be too easy to move the towel and take him in her hand, her mouth, her throat.
So she did.
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Ros
Ros couldn’t move. He couldn’t breathe as she reached for his hand, the hand that was keeping pressure on his throbbing cock that wanted to be buried in any part of her. He could be missing a limb and bleeding out and it would still be hard for her. Especially as she looked up at him with those gray eyes, so dark with lust, the same shade as a winter storm.
Ros suppressed a growl as Ellea’s tongue ran across her bottom lip. Her eyes never left his, and her grip was firm as she moved his hand. She placed it on his thigh, then removed the towel swiftly, as a street magician would reveal a trick they’d just performed. But it wasn’t a trick; it was a cock that was hard for her, for the witch who had healed all of his wounds, the one who had let him feast on her after he made one of the worst mistakes of his life.
Her eyes roved over him greedily, and when sparks danced across her darkened gaze, he had to think about anything else, scared he may burst right there from her look alone. When she finally touched him, swiping her finger across the tip, where a drop of precum escaped and beaded on the slit, he forgot why this was a bad idea. When she put that finger in her mouth, groaning around the taste of him, he decided curses didn’t matter. Responsibilities didn’t matter, nothing mattered but being buried in any part of her.
“I should make you suffer for leaving me that night.”
Please make me suffer.
She pulled his throbbing erection toward her, then released it. A wicked grin spread across her face as it bobbed between them, looking like a cat playing with its favorite toy.
Don’t compare her to a cat, you dumbass.
He held his words; they would ruin this moment. She hummed to herself, tracing him one more time before she wrapped her hand around him. Her fingertips barely touched. He refused to blink as she brought her mouth to him, tasting him. The first feel of her hot tongue on his sensitive skin was complete and utter bliss, more than he ever dreamed of. Small licks on the small spot under his thick head had tingles forming up his thighs, and when she stroked him once, gently, then again with so much roughness—he couldn’t help but jerk in the seat. She smirked as if sayinglike that? Okay.
She took her time, holding him roughly as she worked the tip in and out of her mouth. Slickness ran down toward her hand and she used it, moving her hand in time with her mouth. She moaned around him, and the vibration ran straight to his balls that were still held in his jeans.
He kept his hands fisted on his thighs as she plunged down on him. His whole body twitched as he hit the back of her throat, and she paused there while her mouth puckered and her tongue did something magical to the underside of him. When she finally came up for air, letting her teeth scrape, he felt that telltale sign at the base of his spine. It was too soon. He didn’t want this to end—he wanted to sit here forever.
He looked away and thought of demons and hairless rats—what were they called? Guinea pigs? Yes, guinea pigs, with their whiskers and creepy eyes. Guinea pigs in bikinis, dancing and frolicking. Ellea growled, forcing him to focus on her. She dug her nails in as her hand circled his shaft. His head snapped down to her, and she grinned up at him with the tip of his cock still in her mouth. Her eyes glittered as she smirked around him.
Seeming satisfied that he was paying attention again, she worked him harder. The constant pounding at the back of her throat and the tight grip wrapped around him that followed her rough pace undid any control he had. Releasing some of his hold, he began thrusting on his own, following her command. When she moaned around him, his vision began to blur.
“I’m going to…” He couldn’t finish the words and wove his fingers through her hair, trying to gently pry her away. But she growled around him and buried him deeper in her throat. He couldn’t help but tighten his grip when she sucked harder. As her tongue and teeth grazed along the underside of him, he erupted.
As he spilled into her, she moaned, swallowing all of him while he was still buried in her hot mouth, convulsing around him, gagging on his length. He thought he could come again if he wasn’t utterly drained. She pulled free of him with a loud suckingpop.He panted as they stared at each other. There were no words, only boneless bliss. But when she audibly swallowed, he could feel himself hardening again. Ellea stood and wiped at the saliva and cum that beaded at the corner of her mouth. She continued to hold his gaze before turning on her heel, walking away. She stopped at the door frame and looked back at him.
He sat there, unable to speak, and she took one last look at him before saying, “You can let yourself out.” And she left him there. Panting, spent, and utterly confused.
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