Page 41 of Wedded Witch

Her body begins to twitch uncontrollably as she reaches the pinnacle of pleasure. Her moans become louder, each one a flashing neon sign to how close she is to climaxing.

I keep going, determined to bring her even further than she has ever been before.

Part of me wishes I was using my fingers to drive her over the edge, so that I could use my words to coax and encourage her — she seemed to like that when she was swallowing me whole — but her taste is too damn addictive for me to pull away from. It’ll just have to wait until next time.

“Kel!” She gasps. Jealousy drives me to push her harder, higher. If she can call out my brother’s name, anyone’s name, I’m not doing my job properly.

I want her liquified, a panting puddle of goo on the bed when I’m done.

Finally, she cries out in pleasure so intense that it seems to vibrate through the very bones of the motel. There’s no way the whole town didn’t hear her, and satisfaction floods me.

Her body shudders under me as wave after wave of euphoria courses through her. And there, in that moment, I know that my life will never be the same ever again.

As the final tremors subside, she collapses beneath me, her breath still ragged, the waves of pleasure ebbing away. I rest my head on her stomach, listening to the throbbing of her pulse against my ear.

This is what I signed up for - to bring her to such heights of pleasure that she will never forget it.

Her fingers gently stroke my hair gently, a small token of silent gratitude. I smile, feeling the accomplishment sink into me. As the afterglow slowly fades, reality starts to peek in from its hiding spot.

“You...you did...so good,” she breathes out, her eyes drooping shut. “I don’t know how you did it, but...” A soft sigh escapes her lips as she closes her eyes and relives the last few moments.

“Yeah I feel bad. Like I need a do-over.”

“A do-over?”

She can barely catch her breath and she wants to go again already?

“Yeah. I need to suck you again. If what you just gave me was an A star, the best I got was a D.”

I chuckle, pulling her into my arms and kissing her on her nose. “Baby, that was the best goddamn blowjob of my life. If A triple star was a thing, that’s what I’d grade you. It’s me that needs to up my game.”

“Nu-uh.”

“Mmm-hmm. Agree to disagree, baby.”

A yawn escapes her and she relaxes in my arms.

“It’s not over yet,” I whisper under my breath, the fire of desire rekindling within me. My thoughts are a whirlpool of lust and guilt - guilt for deceiving her when she thinks she’s sharing this experience with Kel. But before those thoughts can drown me, I know what I must do - claim her completely, without any hesitation or remorse.

“Unless you’re too tired?”

She shakes her head. “I’m awake. I don’t want to stop.”

Smirking, I kiss her on the lips, loving the sweetness of her taste. “Then neither do I.”

I slowly pull away from her, taking my time to enjoy every moment. My eyes linger on every curve of her body, etching them into my memory. Then, I lean down and whisper in her ear, “You’re still able to talk, so it’s definitely not over yet.”

With that, I trail kisses from her belly button up to her neck, nibbling gently on her skin with each pass. Her moans echothrough the room as I continue my ascent, my hands exploring every inch of her.

The feeling of her beneath me is intoxicating; the smoothness of her skin and the way she pulls me closer with every breath is almost too much for me to handle.

“I need you,” she breathes out, her voice shaking slightly as if she’s pleading with me for something more than just sex. But it doesn’t matter what it is, because at this moment, all I can think about is being inside her.

I pause for a moment to take in the sight before me - the way she’s laid out, like a sumptuous banquet waiting to be savoured. But unlike any feast I’ve ever tasted, my desire for this woman is all-consuming.

“You have no idea how much I need you,” I murmur to myself. I want to fuck this woman raw, no barriers between us, but I don’t know if she’d go for that.

As I reach for the bedside table, searching for a condom, she protests with a shake of her head.