“You’re a very beautiful witch, Bryanna.” He took her mouth again, marvelling in her wet kiss. Her mouth followed his movements without hesitation. She let him lead the way. He liked it for now, but if she let him do this again with her, he would show her she could demand as well. It all centered on his need to see her lose this cage and free herself to become the witch she should be.
Throughout the kisses, Bryanna let out little moans of pleasure. It urged him to kiss her deeper, give her more. He left her mouth to travel along her jaw to her neck, where he nibbled and kissed, searching for the spot that made her shudder. The scent of her, the feel of her warm skin against his mouth, stirred his own desires, and a low growl rose from his throat. She quivered in response.
So, she liked to hear his enjoyment? Maybe she was more like him than he first expected. Her small hands came down to the hem of his shirt, and slipped underneath to explore his skin. His muscles tightened as her sweet hands stroked him.
She reached up toward his chest, running her hands along his flesh, and made her way up to his shoulders. Her touches strained the fabric, but he didn’t care--he needed more of her touch. He brought his lips to her mouth, hard and demanding. Then he tore his mouth away and swiftly removed his shirt to allow her what she wanted. Quickly, she placed her hands back on his shoulders as she swept over each of his muscles with a soft gesture, tracing her fingers along every curve of his arm as if she were blind and needed it to visualize his appearance.
He wasn’t blind, and he needed to see her. “Off with this, now.” With his kiss still encouraging her, he unlaced the corset until it only stayed together by a single string. He backed away from her mouth, kept his eyes on her chest, and with a quick flick of his fingers the corset fell loose and he pulled the lacy fabric over her head. When she sat exposed, he groaned.
“Do you like what you see?” she purred.
Her perky breasts sat at eye level, and it took all of his control not to take a taut nipple in his mouth and suck on it. “An understatement--more--I need to see all of you.” Urgency overtook him, but he forced himself to calm down. He needed to show her how a woman should be treated. Instead, he lowered the garment to the ground and reached for the hem of her skirt. She lifted her hips and he pulled it off, placing it down with the rest of her clothing.
Now she sat in the black thong he had chosen for her, and the image he had expected to find was far more beautiful than his mind could have imagined. Her soft, creamy skin was so flawless, no freckles, no dark hair, just paleness that if he hadn’t seen for himself, he wouldn’t have believed was real.
“You’re so lovely--your skin is so perfect.” He leaned back to remove her boots and socks. After which, he picked up her foot, kissing each toe without taking his eyes off her. She pulled her bottom lip into her mouth, the bite marks making it redden. With his control intact, he kissed the line of her ankle while he massaged the sole of her foot.
Bryanna moaned in pleasure and her eyelids lowered in relaxation. “Mmmm ... that feels wonderful.”
Releasing her foot, he held her leg and continued to kiss up her calf with open-mouthed kisses. He flicked his tongue out, swirled it, and nibbled with little bites as he made his way up her calf. At her knee, he lifted her thigh up, and turning his head to the side, he licked with a long stroke at the back of her knee. She jumped at the tickle and her muscles quivered beneath his hands.
“You taste wonderful.” He repeated the move on the other leg and continued on his path to her pussy. He brought his hands up to the outside of her thighs while he continued his journey across her skin. She welcomed him as he drew closer to her pussy by widening her thighs. Her eyes were so hooded now, he wondered if she could even see him. He suspected not.
All he wanted on her mind was his mouth kissing her clit, licking along her folds, but she had to wait. He’d only just begun. Nibbling a path over her stomach and down to the other thigh, he paid that leg some attention. Her breath came out in pants, which told him she was near her limits. He wouldn’t tease her, he only wanted her to burn with desire, and she was there.
“Perfect--simply sinful.” With her spread wide, he licked along the outside rim of her thong, and she gasped a loud needy sound. He could feel the warmth of her arousal along his cheek, and the urge to taste her overwhelmed him. But, as hard as it was, he restrained himself. There were other places to venture first. He licked along the other side of her thigh, and her hips shot up, demanding he lick where she wanted him to. Ignoring her response, he kissed just above her pubic line, and made his way up her stomach to her breasts.
He flicked her taut nipple with one hard lick. Her back arched, and with a hand on his shoulder she all but shoved her breasts into his face. This witch, he’d have fun with. He placed his hands just below her breasts, holding onto her rib cage, and pushed her back so that wouldn’t happen again. Finding his way over to the other nipple, he repeated himself. She gasped, her head falling back as she struggled against his hands.
“Is this what you’re after?” Not wanting her to suffer, he took the nipple in his mouth and sucked hard. She trembled all around him. Making his way to the other nipple, he latched onto it. He might not have wanted to rush this, but now he felt just too selfish to wait.
Releasing her nipple, he kissed along her stomach, the scent of her arousal was heavy around him, and his cock jumped in response. He licked her over the top of her thong, and she ground herself against his tongue. She was more than ready for him. He grabbed onto the thin panties with his teeth and pulled them, using his thumb to expose her pussy. Keeping his hand on her thigh with the fabric well away from her, he licked down her folds, lapping up the juices that had gathered there.
The taste of her overwhelmed his senses. Sweet. Delectable. A place he could stay for as long as she would let him. He circled his tongue around her clit, felt it roll beneath his tender touch. Her hips followed him. She moaned, little sounds that echoed in his mind telling him she enjoyed this. A request he responded to by moving his mouth in different ways to understand what she liked most.
After many moments, he suspected she wouldn’t climax this way. Sucking on her clit, he slipped two fingers into her warmth, and she gasped, pushing against him. Yes, he’d found her sweet spot. He angled his fingers up, resting the tips against her G-spot, and thrust with slow but hard force. Her hands latched onto his head, her grip tight, demanding he continue.
“Oh my ... ooooo.” Moans poured from her mouth.
Each thrust he made, each flick of his tongue against her clit, caused her to gasp. Her pussy tightened around his fingers, yet, hung there. And he knew exactly what that meant. He removed his mouth from her little nub, drew his fingers out and looked at her, only to find flushed cheeks and her dark eyes that begged him to finish her off.
His grin became wicked. “I’m not nearly done with you.” Joining her on the swing, he sat so that her head rested on his shoulder while he wrapped an arm around her waist. He pulled her hips forward until her bottom rested just on the edge of the swing. He took one of her legs, draped it over his thigh, and then pulled the other so the sole of her foot rested on the outer edge of the swing.
With her spread wide, he brought his hand back down to her pussy, slipping his fingers inside and angled them up. Once in the right position, he stroked twice to make sure he was where he wanted to be. A deep groan poured from her mouth and she thrust back against his hand.
She appeared almost desperate, and he had the first insight that she’d never climaxed before. He suspected she’d gotten close, but no one had taken the time to make sure she was fulfilled. Until now.
“That’s it, give it to me.” He drew in a breath, grinning to himself that he would be the first to give her this, and then he thrust his fingers into her pussy. Hard and quick. Her eyes went wide as she screamed and latched onto his arm with her hands. Her nails dug in hard, but he enjoyed it--enjoyed seeing her unravel.
“Right there, let yourself go.” T
he wetness grew around his fingers, and she clenched against his movements before her pussy tightened beyond measure. Knowing what she needed, he went harder, gritting his teeth to ignore the pain in his muscles as he used his strength to make her come. She began to squirm in his arms, screaming out in sounds that threatened to cause his own release. He tightened his arm around her waist to hold her still. Her screams filled the air, and her eyes rolled back into her head.
Slowly, he felt it and saw the strain on her face. He looked down to his hand, and witnessed the wetness wash down her thighs. His cock throbbed and strained against his pants, hurting with need. He could hardly wait to have his own release. “That was beautiful.”
“Oh ... my ... elements,” she gasped between deep, laboured breaths. Her eyelids fluttered open, and she seemed dazed. Tears of fulfillment leaked from the corners of her eyes.
Pride filled him. He’d succeeded where others had failed. But that pride vanished when a grin spread across her face--a sexy smile that stole his breath. She slid off the swing as if her muscles had no strength, and settled between his feet. He shifted in the seat, widened his legs for her to snuggle in close, not at all unwilling.
Her hands ran up his thighs until she reached the bulge in his pants. She stroked it a few times, and grinned up at him. “You’ve might have been damned, but here ... you’re certainly blessed.” His cock jerked beneath her hand. Leisurely, she reached up, undid his belt, and lowered his zipper.
With his help his cock was freed, and her little hand wrapped around it tightly. “Mmmm ... it’s divine.” She stroked it a few times before circling her tongue around the tip. Her mouth was so wet, so warm, so perfect. She took the tip into her mouth and sucked in her cheeks around his cock. His balls tightened. He might have thought this was about her, the need to see her undone, but now he believed it was going to be him that became undone.
*
Bryanna held Zeke’s cock in her hand, played her mouth around it. No man had ever tasted so good. He smelt like burnt spices. A mixture that made her wonder if it was due to his demonic nature or if it was a cologne. Whatever it was, she loved it.
The skin on his shaft was so smooth, veins lined the sides of his cock, and she could feel the blood pumping through them under her lips. His groans came loud around her as she worked her mouth to please him. Not in a way to make him finish, more in a way to savour him. To feel every inch of him as she took it deep into her mouth with long, fluid strokes.
She ran her tongue along the sides of his shaft as he stared at her with powerful eyes. After that, she placed his erection against his stomach, holding it there as she tickled his balls with her tongue. He shivered around her. And when she took a testicle into her mouth and sucked on it, his deep groan filled the air.
After a few hard sucks, she brought her mouth over to the other one and repeated the gesture. His legs quivered and he moaned with each deep suck she took. Feeling playful, she released the testicle, and held his balls and fondled them a moment, squeezing and rolling them, which caused his cock to stiffen even further.
She cupped them in her hand to lift them slightly, and she dipped down to run her tongue along the smooth skin that rested beneath. He all but jumped under her touch. Slowly, she teased the area, flicking out her tongue. He widened his legs, allowing her access, and she continued her path of slow, savouring licks until his groans were the only thing she could hear.
“My, my, you taste so good.” Lowering his balls, she tickled up the sides and worked her way back up to his erection. There, she brought his cock back to her mouth where she had to pull a little harder to straighten it toward her mouth. So very aroused--so hard.
She took the tip into her mouth to dampen it, then she removed her mouth and wrapped her hand around his shaft, sliding it all the way down to the base. His moans came louder. Taking the hint, she pumped a few times. Stroked, long and tight, squeezed him so his hips shot forward.
He was just where she wanted him. She brought her hand just to the tip of his erection where she worked it with quick strokes. His breath came out in deep pants now. His whole body shook. He needed more, and she was going to give it to him.
Bringing his erection back into her mouth, she took him as deep as she could, and joined her hand in with the fun before she unleashed herself. She sucked, swirled, pumped, twisted--did anything she could to send him wild. His hands came up onto her shoulders, and he gripped her tightly, encouraging her to keep going. Nothing would stop her now.
By accident, her teeth grazed his shaft. A deep moan echoed through the sky and he growled. Following his reaction, she applied pressure, trailing her teeth along his cock. His hands came up to her head and tightened around her as he thrust his cock further into her mouth, not caring at all that her teeth scraped him roughly.
She stilled as he took over and used her to gain the pleasure he sought. He stood, the action pushing her back. She steadied herself by grasping onto his strong thighs as he gripped her head and began to thrust. Not harshly, only demandingly. She could easily accept him, and even when his cock hit the back of her throat, she never wavered from her position to give him pleasure.
After a series of hard thrusts, his groans deepened, then he stilled. His intense stare focused on hers as he pushed his cock to the back of her throat. He began to pull out, but she sucked in her cheeks to hold him there. His jaw clenched so tightly it caused the muscles to flex in his cheeks, and his eyes glowed with the demon he was.
With his cock now free of her mouth, he sucked in a deep breath. “Where?”
“Right here, baby.” She opened her mouth again, holding out her tongue for him, and pumped his erection twice before his cum spilled onto her tongue. His head had fallen back, and a load roar came from his throat, but when the final shot of cum landed in her mouth, his head fell back toward her and he nearly staggered.
Her jaw worked as she swallowed--salty, sweet and simply devilish. Devouring his taste, she’d do it time and time again if he let her, and never grow tired of it.
He brushed the side of her cheek in a tender gesture and gave her a smile only a satisfied man could give. “You’re quite good at that.”
She smiled as pride ran through her. It was the reason she liked giving blowjobs. To own a man. To control him and make him crumble into pieces. The act of knowing that her mouth had given him enough pleasure to force his release.
Reaching down to her, he gathered her in his arms and pulled her up to sit next to him on the swing. She brought her legs up under her and settled beside him. “That was a nice welcome to the neighbourhood.”
He grinned. “Good thing your house is secluded or the neighbours would’ve had quite a show.”
She agreed with a laugh, but wondered what was going to happen next. Would he fuck her now? As if he’d read her mind, he patted her hip and leaned his head back a moment. “We have tonight to finish what we began here.” He peeked out of one eye. “Unless...”
“I’m good ... for now.” She tingled in all the right places and the heat of her arousal was gone. Never had she been so satisfied. It surprised her she didn’t feel awkward. Most times after a one-night stand she simply left. But she liked being here in his arms.
He nodded firmly. “As am I.” He sighed deeply, closing his eyes. “That was a first for me, I might add.”
She sat up, stunned by his admission. “You’ve never had a blowjob before?”
Both of his eyes opened and he had a sleepy expression on his face, the side of his lip tilted up slightly. “Yes, I’ve received that attention before, but I’ve never been finished that way.”
Did he just admit she’d given him the best blowjob of his life? Even if he hadn’t, she was going to believe he did. But just in case he had meant it that way, she wanted to return the compliment. “Well, I’ve never been finished at all, so I guess that makes us even.”
Zeke laughed and pulled her in closer. It felt so nice to be in his arms, regardless of the fact that he was a
demon. “Tell me, have you thought of what Jacinda mentioned earlier ... about a job?”
Good question. What were her plans? “I haven’t really thought about it. I guess I’ll have to find something.” Not for the money, but to be a productive citizen of Strange Hollow. She liked being useful, having something to wake up to and do every day.
“Any idea what kind of job interests you?”
She shook her head and tried to ignore the stab of inadequacy. A normal witch would not be asked this question. “Something that doesn’t have anything to do with magic.”
Zeke chortled. “But you’re a witch--to deny that and go into some mundane job is ridiculous.”
“Yeah, but you’ve seen it.” This lesson had been drilled into her for so long, the last thing she wanted was to use her magic in front of others. “It’s better for everyone if I refrain from using it.”
“Nonsense. From what I saw, you’re not dangerous.” His expression turned serious, his tone hinted that what she declared was absurd. “It’s not like you could injure something or someone from using your abilities.”
“Why chance it?” She relayed what others had told her a thousand times. “You never know, I could turn someone into a frog.”
Zeke examined her a moment, his eyes flashed with intrigue, and he stood. “Come on.” He took her hand and pulled her up. “I want to see exactly what your ‘whatnots and doodads’ are.”
Wait, how did this happen? Now, she felt closer, knew more about him. No, she didn’t want to expose herself and let him see just how pitiful she really was. “But ... but ... but I don’t use my magic.”
He reached down, picked up her clothes and handed them to her. “You’ve never lived in Strange Hollow, either.”
Chapter Five
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