Lust sweetened the air around us, making me salivate. My cock strained against my zipper, begging to drive into her glistening pussy.
She yelped in surprise when my lips kissed the top of her thigh, trailing over every perfect inch of her before nipping her ass.
“Oh!”
Clear nectar flowed out from her, every delicious drop lapped by my tongue. It’d been so long since I’d gotten to taste her, and tonight, she was all mine.
Mine to cherish.
Mine to devour.
Her legs stuttered on either side of my face, and I reached up, grabbing her ass, kneading it as I continued to lap at her pussy. She shook, arching and searching for friction.
“I-I need you inside me,” she heaved, fingernails scraping the metal of the hood.
“Soon.” I moved one hand from her perfectly round ass, and slid two fingers into the warmth of her center, curling them in earnest against the spot I knew would drive her wild. Pink smoke billowed around her skin like a brilliant stage light, encouraging me to push her, to give her everything she deserved. To wring out every ounce of pleasure from her.
“You trust me, don’t you?” I whispered against her, peppering kisses along the tops of her thighs.
She groaned but nodded, hips dancing around as she rode my hand as best she could.
“Relax for me, Wicked.”
I strummed her insides with my fingers, increasing the pressure, lips wrapping around her clit. She quaked beneath my touch, spurring me on with her whimpers. But I wasn’t stopping there.
I wanted every last drop from my witch. And she was about to give it to me.
She just didn’t know it yet.
“Oh my Goddess,” she slurred, her lust whipping into something thick and decadent.
“That’s my good witch,” I whispered. Her ass lifted higher, exposing more of her beautiful pussy to me, and I dove even deeper, continuing to make her shake in my grasp.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she chanted with a final guttural cry that probably could be heard from the street, but I didn’t fucking care. Not when a gorgeous gush of fluid streamed down my lips. I beamed, pleased with how well I’d satisfied my witch.
“Mmm.” I slowly removed my fingers, lapping up every drop of her.
Her shaking ceased and she took a step forward, leaning against the hood, chest heaving.
My cock was bursting at the seams to be inside her, to be drenched in her warmth.
“Someone’s happy with themselves,” she said, pink painting her cheeks. “I don’t think I’ve ever—”
“Oh, Wicked, why do you think I’m so pleased?” I helped her stand, turning her around and lifting her onto the hood before settling between her thighs. “I knew you had it in you. And, Goddess, you taste fucking incredible. I will be requesting an encore.”
“You better,” she heaved, voice sultry with satisfaction and need.
She unsnapped the button of my jeans and unzipped them, assisting me as I wriggled them and my boxer briefs down my hips. Then she wrapped her hand around me, sliding my tip against her glistening center. I lowered her onto the hood before pressing into her an inch, taking in her breathtaking beauty. Her hair lay in loose curls framing her face, eyes half drunk in her post-pleasure haze.
“Lock those legs around me,” I gritted out, sinking into her. “So. Fucking. Perfect.”
I looked down at the constellation adorning her, missing one star that would have been right where my cock was now driving. Gripping one hand under her ass, I lifted her hips a bit, burying myself as far as I could within her.
“Lynx,” she whimpered, head thrown back, breasts bouncing in time with my thrusts. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pussy clenching like she wanted to grip every damn inch. My balls tightened, electricity shooting down my spine.
Locking my eyes with hers, I sucked in a breath, trying to hold on for her. “Come for me, Wicked.”
She cried out, squeezing my body between her thighs like a boa constrictor until my cock was so deep I no longer knew where she ended and I began. I rocked my hips, spilling into her in dizzying spurts that lasted what felt like an eternity.
