Page 17 of War's Witch
I thought I never wanted another woman, but Cleo has done something to me. It is like she’s branded herself into my bones.
Bewitched me.
I feel her everywhere—she has left her mark on me in such a short time.
There’s no template for this, no map of what I’m feeling.
All I know is that I want her and not just for tonight, but there is something in her that’s stopping what we both evidently fucking want.
When she leaves, I’m not sure I’ll ever be the same. I sure as shit cannot go back to fucking random women.
Pushing down my shitty thoughts, I get to my feet, joining her in the shower.
Steam fills the room, water sloshing over her delectable body. She looks at me over her shoulder, her hair wet and clinging to her back, a twinkle in her eyes as she cups her big tits in her hands.
“About time you joined me, big guy.”
Forcing a smile, I see the second she knows something iswrong, but she doesn’t call me on my shit; she lets it go and watches me step into the shower with her. The water eases my aching body, but not my cock, which is pulsing to be buried deep inside of her again.
Picking up the bodywash, the scent of sandalwood hits my senses as I pour some onto my hand, before massaging it into her soft skin.
I take my time; no words are said between us. To be fucking honest, I am not sure what to say right now. Her words about this being a one-time thing are fucking with my head.
I never wanted more than a night of fucking and orgasms, but she is different.
Shaking away my thoughts, I pay attention to her tits. My big hands cover them, then I move onto her nipples, tweaking and twisting, making her moan. Leaning against me, my cock juts into her sexy ass, my hips rocking as it slides between her ass cheeks.
It seems too fucking intimate for two people who wanted a one-night stand, but neither of us stops what we are doing. We both just enjoy the moment, because like she said, it will be fucking ending all too soon.
With knowing what this clubhouse does, I reach behind me, finding the basket that sits on the little shower shelf, and locating a foil packet.
“Convenient.”
Grinning, I bite her shoulder as I roll the latex over my shaft. Then, slipping my hand between her shoulder blades, I force her to bend forward, while I slip my cock into her.
The need to feel her come on me again is addictive.
She is a craving I did not know I wanted.
We both moan when I slip inside of her, her hot pussy sucking me in like her life depends on it.
“Greedy little pussy. My slutty witch loves my big cock.”
She hums, pushing back against me.
“This is going to be hard and fast, baby. Hold the fuck on.” I grip her hip with one hand and wrap her wet hair around my fist and hammer into her.
The sound of skin hitting skin and our harsh breathing vibrates off the shower walls, mixed with the rushing water. I fuck her hard and she likes it.
Fuck, I like it, too.
She is not what I was expecting when she walked in with her friends, but damn I am glad that I got to have her.
“Oh yes, War. Oh shit, I am going to come. Harder,” she calls out, and I do as the witch asks.
I widen my legs and pump harder and faster, chasing my orgasm and forcing one out of her. My name is chanted from her lips over and over again like a spell she is casting and hell, I am all up for that shit if it means I get this pussy again.
“So good. How? Why?” She pants between words.
