“On your knees.”
She does as I ask, turning around. Her perfect pale ass high in the air as she rests on her forearms and elbows, presenting herself to me. Her arousal is sticky on her thighs. My palm rubs a gentle circle on her left cheek before I give it a light swat.
It’s the first time I notice the lunar cycle tattoo down her spine. I place a kiss to the full moon on the middle of her spine before I grab a fist full of her skirt and grind my length against her ass.
“Is this what you want, pet? You want me to fuck you hard from behind? Grab your little skirt and ride you until I fill you up with my cum?”
“Yes, please. I’ve never wanted it this bad.” It feels like our magic is intertwining itself, and if I were smart I would stop this. I haven’t even been inside of her and I already feel addicted. It’s too much, too fast.
Never said I was smart.
I line my cock up against her dripping pussy and rub the head up and down her slit. It’s in that moment that reality sinks in.
“Birth control?” I ask softly, pissed at myself for pausing our momentum.
“IUD and I take a potion.”
“Thank fuck.” I push into her hard and fast. No preamble. “So fucking wet for your daddy, aren’t you, pet?”
“Yes, you make me feel so good. Don’t stop.” With one hand on her hip and the other gripping her skirt, I fuck her hard, her ass smacking against my pelvis and my balls hitting her clit with every thrust. I can feel myself about to come already and that won’t do.
I pull out of her and grab the base of my cock hard, making me groan. Once the feeling passes, I put myself inside of her again, but pull her up with an arm wrapped around her chest. So her back is flush with my chest. I have to flip the skirt up so I can lazily circle her clit.
“Your tight pussy was trying to get me to come before I was ready,” I whisper against her hair. We’re both sweaty and breathless as I fuck her slow—shallow thrusts into her wet, perfect cunt. “I want to feel you come around my cock, pet. Can you do that for me?”
She doesn’t answer, and I pick up the pace of my thrusts and the pressure against her clit. “Can you do that for me, Blair?”
“Yes, oh, fuck. I’m coming.” Her smaller body shivers against mine, and I feel her clenching around my length. Bright stars flash behind my eyes as my magic tingles under my skin. My magic has never been so present during sex. As her softer magic edges against mine, it pushes me over the edge. I moan into her neck as I fill her with my cum, her body shakes against mine and I can feel my thighs wanting to give out. I continue holding her up against my chest for a moment until her small hands tap on my forearm.
“I need to pee,” she whispers, her cheeks blushing.
“Okay,” I say, letting her out of my arms and I lie back on her bed.
What the fuck was that?
Hands down the most intense and pleasurable sex of my life. I hardly know Blair, but that was the most euphoric feeling I’ve ever felt. I should be afraid of getting attached, but like an addict, all I can think about is how to get my next fix of this witch.
Chapter 12
Ishutthebathroomdoor behind me and immediately turn the faucet to the sink on. No fucking way am I going to be able to pee knowing he’s going to hear me through the door. I shouldn’t care, he just ate my pussy like he was on a sniper mission to make me lose all my brain cells.
What the Hell was that?
His cum leaks down my thigh, and I groan as I sit on the toilet. This isn’t me. I don’t call men daddy, I don’t let them see the real me. I’m all hard shells, strap-ons, and a good time.
I’m not a babe, pet, or a little witch. I’m Blair Bellamy, queen bitch, and he’s melted me down to a gooey puddle of subbed out bliss. My heart races and my elbows are on my knees as my palms press against my face.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this; it was supposed to be in and out. Fuck Ryan’s dad, make him feel like the worthless piece of shit he is and move on.
Collateral damage.
I’ve done worse things to people and felt nothing. But the way I felt with Dax, it was intimate. It was more than a revenge fuck and my head, heart, and pussy are so not on the same page.
I should be thinking about how to kick him out of my bed and how I can best avoid him in the future. But what I really want are his big long arms wrapped around me and his beard pressed against the back of my neck.
What the fuck?
He made me come harder than I ever had in my life. Our magic pushed against each other alongside our bodies. I couldn’t even hold my glamour if I tried. Not that I could think with the way he went down on me. The things he said to me, I’m getting wet just thinking about it again.
