Page 15 of War's Witch
His words sound strangled, and I feel that he is still struggling with whatever he was, but I have no time to think it over because he grips my hips and slams into me, making me cry out.
Chapter
Eight
WAR
Damn, this woman. She has truly bewitched me.
Her ass does in fact jiggle when I thrust my thick cock into her dripping wet cunt.
“Fuck, now that is good pussy,” I grunt.
She is whimpering my name, and what I would not give to hear my government name on her lips, but fuck, I can’t tell her.
“War,” she cries out.
My fingers dig into her flesh, the dimples in her back calling to me. Her tits sway with each thrust, her nipples dragging along the bedding. I am going to fuck them, real fucking soon.
My hips thrust into her, the sounds of her wet cunt along with her moans and pants fill the room, and I, for one, am fucking glad that I got to have her tonight and not one of the other brothers.
She is fucking hot and all mine for the night.
Maybe longer if you let yourself live, Mason.
I blink away the female voice in my head. Fuck me, is she really a witch and is planting thoughts in my head?
I growl, reaching forward. Wrapping both hands around her throat and pulling, her back arches perfectly, as I keep fucking her.
“Oh God. Yes, fuck me harder, baby. Yes.” Her voice is hoarse but filled with lust, and it drives me on.
Picking up speed, I hammer into her, over and over again. My balls feel heavy between my legs and I need to fucking come. Thankfully, I remembered a fucking rubber, slipping that sucker on when she got into position for me.
No kids for me. Ever.
Hearing her call me ‘baby’ spins my thoughts.
I do not want to forget my Lilian, but Cleo is making me feel so much shit that I thought I had buried long ago. Women were always a means to an end for me, but this woman, who is taking my dick so good, has captured something that no other woman has.
Pulling out, she whimpers, and I smirk before shifting our bodies so that I am sitting on the edge of the bed, my feet planted on the floor and Chloe impaled on my cock.
“OH FUCK.” Her mouth drops open; her eyes are closed and her breathing is ragged.
She is fucking beautiful like this. Vulnerable, sexy, and fuck me. Something cracks in my chest.
With one hand on her lower back guiding her to ride me, my other hand slips up her back, wrapping her long blonde hair around my fist and pulling down, again making her back arch.
The movement has her hissing in pain, but she does not stop me.
“My little witch likes some pain with her sex. I like that.” Iremember when I spanked her and she moaned instead of yelling at me.
As her hips rock back and forth, I slap her ass cheek, making her cry out in pleasure.
“I can feel your pussy tightening every time I spank you, Cleo. You like that, baby?” She nods, looking at me with dark eyes.
She is so fucking turned on.
She feels beyond fucking incredible.
