Page 8 of The Witching Hour

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Page 8 of The Witching Hour

Damn, she was gorgeous. All mouthwatering curves and smooth skin. Her breasts were fucking magnificent, enough to spill from my hands and tipped with rosy peaks.

My perusal brought a flush of pink to her face, and I eagerly followed it as it spread down to her bare pussy. “Fucking hell,” I groaned, my cock squeezing painfully.

Celeste’s hands came down to cover her sex, and I growled, capturing her hands and moving them to her sides. When Ilooked up at her and saw the embarrassment in her expression, I realized I’d been a fucking idiot.

“Don’t hide from me, baby,” I murmured. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

She met my gaze with confusion, and I trailed a finger up her slit, making her gasp.

“This is so sexy, I almost couldn’t breathe when I saw it.” I dropped my eyes to her glistening petals and licked my lips. “I’m dying to taste you, and I fucking love that there will be nothing between my face and your sweet pussy.” Bringing the finger to my mouth, I closed my eyes as I licked off her juices. “I can’t imagine anything but your blood tasting better than this.”

I flicked my wrist, and my clothes disappeared, then I climbed onto the bed and settled on my knees between her legs.

“Holy cow!”

Celeste’s whispered exclamation brought my eyes to her face. She was staring at my cock with a stunned and almost frightened expression.

“You’re huge. That thing won’t fit!” Her voice squeaked this time, and I had to swallow my laughter so I wouldn’t hurt her feelings.

“Do you trust me?”

She nodded without hesitation, causing warmth to spread through my chest and make my heart thump.

“We were literally made for each other, love. Trust me to make this good for you.”

The tension in her body began to ebb, and I smiled as I moved to lay on my stomach, wedging my shoulders between her thighs.

“Um, Ren…?”

“Relax, baby,” I crooned. “Just feel.”

I licked at her southern lips, savoring each drop of her arousal. Then I sucked each one into my mouth, fully cleaning it.

Celeste inhaled sharply, and her hands clenched the bedspread on both sides of her. But her legs shifted, opening just a little wider.

I glided my tongue up her slit, circling her pleasure button, then traveling back down until I stabbed it into her drenched hole.

“Ren!” she cried out, her hips bucking involuntarily.

I grinned before burying my face in her pussy and making a meal out of her. She was juicy and plump, and when her channel clamped around my tongue, I had to press my hips into the bed to keep from coming.

Finally, when she was vibrating with need and her cries became desperate, I latched onto her clit and slid a finger inside her. Her back bowed, and she screamed as her climax washed over her.

Carefully, I pushed in a second finger, using them to stretch her and get her ready for my big, thick cock.

Her pussy was trying to suck my fingers deeper inside, and I felt the tips brush up against the barrier of her virginity.

“Fuck, baby,” I groaned. “Mine. All mine.”

I drank her juices, and when she finally calmed, I placed a kiss on her thigh and murmured, “I can’t wait to eat you after I take your cherry.”

I fucked her with my fingers one more time, working in a third and fourth digit.

As she floated back to earth, I crawled up her body and took her mouth in a plundering kiss while I pressed our damp skin together.

Shock waves and pleasure and need pulsed between us, and my cock throbbed with the need to be inside my consort.

“Hold on to me, baby,” I rasped as I lined my shaft up with her hot center.




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