Page 12 of The Witching Hour
I shrugged and brushed a soft kiss over her mouth. “I will always make sure that you are taken care of, love. It’s my fucking job to make you happy and satisfy your every desire.”
“My every desire, huh?” Her lips curved up into a mischievous smile. “Hmm…maybe I am a little hungry.”
I was always half hard around my consort, but the sparks that ignited in her eyes and the low, sexy tone of her voice had me full and rock solid in an instant.
Slowly, I moved forward, shuffling her back until she was pressed against the nearest wall. I grasped her hips and raised her onto her toes, pressing into her so my cock was snuggled in the apex between her thighs.
“What do you want, baby?” She licked her lips, and I groaned as my pelvis ground into her heat.
“You,” she moaned.
“You want me to eat you?”
Celeste shook her head, and her hands slipped between us, popping the button on my jeans. “I’mhungry.”
I double-blinked, not sure if I was understanding her correctly. But when she lowered my zipper and reached in to wrap her hand as far as it would go around my dick, her intent became very clear.
“Fuck, baby,” I grunted. “You don’t have to?—”
“I want to,” she murmured as she pumped my shaft, sending my heart into overdrive and causing precome to leak from the tip.
She wiggled when she let go to press her hands against my chest. I lowered her to the floor and took a step back, then let her guide me around so our position was reversed. When she lifted the bottom of my T-shirt, I whipped it over my head and dropped it to the ground.
Grinning, she lowered to her knees in front of me, staring hungrily at my rigid cock. It stood straight up, bouncing with each of my ragged breaths and leaving smears of arousal on my stomach.
My lips pursed, and my hands clenched into fists, squeezing hard with the effort to let her lead. I doubted I would last long, but I was determined to try.
She curled both hands around my rod and pumped it a few times before her tongue darted out to lick up the pearl of precome on the swollen, purple head.
“Fuck,” I growled, unable to stop my hips from bucking.
After a thorough inspection—that felt like it took fucking hours—she finally leaned forward and took the tip between her plush lips.
“Mmm,” she moaned, and I almost spilled right then like a teenager experiencing his first blow job.
She licked and sucked enthusiastically, and after a minute, I couldn’t stop myself from diving my hands into her hair and taking hold of her thick, soft locks. Her eyes lifted, and her gaze met mine as she began to take more of me into her hot, wet cavern. I tried to keep my grip light, but with every inch she swallowed, it tightened a little more.
“Fuck,” I grunted. “You look so damn sexy with those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”
Her cheeks tinged with pink, but the gentle laugh lines at the corners of her eyes crinkled, showing me that she was pleased with my praise.
Like most Bancroft men, I was tall, broad and muscular…and that extended to the size of my dick. She struggled to take more than half of my long shaft in her mouth, and her lips stretched around the considerable girth.
“Relax your jaw, love,” I encouraged her in a tender voice.
She immediately did as I’d suggested, and I sank deep until I hit the back of her throat, causing her to gag and pull back.
“Breath, love.” My hands clenched midnight tresses, and I gently guided her forward again. It was taking all my strength not to lose my shit and fuck her mouth. This time, when my tip bumped her throat, she inhaled through her nose, and although her eyes watered, she didn’t gag. “You’re doing so good, love.”
My hips bucked, and she swallowed reflexively.
“Oh fuck, yes!” I shouted. One of her hands grasped the rest of my shaft while the other moved down to play with my balls.
My control deserted me.
Holding her hair in an iron grip, I pumped my hips and moved her head up and down on my cock. Every time I reached the back, she swallowed, and it fueled the fire consuming me.
“That’s it, baby. Oh fuck! Suck it hard! Yes! Fuck!”