Some Like it Wicked

Her eyes screwed shut as he gave her no choice but to climax. The hardness of his cock, matched with the area his dick caressed, had her pussy tightening. She grasped the cushion beneath her and all she could do was scream her pleasure as wave after wave of euphoria claimed her.

Without giving her the chance to recover, Zeke yanked her up against his chest, his hands squeezing her breasts through her t-shirt. “You’re damn beautiful when you come so hard on my cock.”

Not waiting for her response, he spun her around and her breath whooshed from her lungs, but he stole the sound with his mouth. His lips were forceful against hers and she returned the kiss with equal vigor. Now consumed with passion, she bit down hard on his lip, not at all surprised when she drew blood.

He groaned, deep and scary, moving away from her. He stared at her with dark eyes glinting dangerously, then he tossed her back onto the chair. Grasping her hips, he yanked her forward to rest her bottom against the edge. His eyebrow arched. “You forget, little witch, I am a demon.”

With his hands on her thighs, he widened her legs before he gave her a smile that should have frightened her. It didn’t. She burned for him. His cock pressed against her slit and when he thrust forward with one fluid stroke, her breath became trapped in her throat.

Now he fucked her—raw, fast, brutal.

Her eyes widened as she gripped his forearms, and when he slammed himself against her clit, she screamed, crashing and tumbling into an entire body orgasm, leaving her convulsing against him. But in the midst of her writhing, he flipped their positions and somehow she now straddled him with her feet resting on the floor and her hands on his chest.

With that dark stare on her and with her climax still soaring through her, his fingers tightened around her hips and he pummeled her from underneath—hard, quick thrusts that left her screeching in rapture. “Yeeeesss.”

Her body spun out of control into unknown pleasure. But before the peak of her climax broke wide open, she found herself gathered into strong arms, then her back was slammed against the wall.

As Zeke thrust into her again, with both her thighs draping over his arms and supporting her weight, she dropped her head into his neck. With each primal thrust into her, the candles shook on the shelves to her right, when suddenly glass shattered on the floor.

She raised her head and Zeke had flickers of fire in his eyes as he issued punishing thrusts. Her pussy squeezed around him and the scent of their sex swept through her nostrils, making her inner walls clamp down against him.

Once again, her climax rose and her eyes widened as his cock became hard as steel and he pumped into her with a speed no warlock could match. Keeping her gaze on him, she brought her hands up to his face and stared only at him…always at him. Each thrust he made brought her higher. Her eyes became blurry with the tears of pleasure and her inner thighs were damp from her arousal.

As his pelvis connected with her clit, she shuddered and Zeke groaned, low and deep. “Yes, Bryanna, come again.” He increased the force of his thrusts and each one banged harder against her clit, only adding to the power of her building climax.

With those powerful eyes focused entirely on her, she gave her demon what he wanted and her pussy spasmed. Now his eyes widened and his moans deepened. His cock hardened further and she reciprocated by soaking him with her arousal as he took her higher….and higher.

Trapped in his fierce gaze, she leaned into him and purred, “This time, you’re coming with me.” Lowering her head, she bit his neck and her teeth dug into his warm flesh, then she was coming.

The force and speed he came at her with gave her no choice but to tumble into her climax. Pleasure rushed into her with such power, she lost the hold of his skin and screamed, shuddering against him as he bucked and jerked, roaring out his pleasure.

Then there was only the hammering of her heart in her ears and the low harsh sounds of deep pants.

By the time her mind returned to her, she discovered he had switched places, with his back against the wall. He dropped down to the ground and she straddled his waist. There they stayed, both of their bodies in a sexy, sweaty state. After she caught her breath, and using the last bit of strength she possessed, she lifted her gaze to him. Zeke’s head was tipped back against the wall and his eyes were closed as he grinned in a way that could only belong to a demon who had just fucked a witch boneless.

She brushed her lips across his and he opened his eyes. In the depths of those eyes where evil should exist, she found something much softer, making her smile. “So, that’s what it’s like to fuck a demon?”

“No.” One sleek eyebrow lifted. “That’s what it’s like to fuck this demon.”

“Luckily for you, I rather enjoy this demon.” To prove her point, she squeezed her pussy around his cock.

His arched brow rose higher. “Luckily for you, lust is a sin that belongs to the Devil.” His soft cock hardened. ?

??Since it appears my witch is a greedy little hellion.”

My witch…

So simply said, but not simple in its meaning. There in his soft gaze, she saw an undeniable truth—this was love. Zeke had given her a home in Charmstone and given her a shop where her magic had a purpose. He’d helped her find a life of her own.

“I am that, you know,” At his curious look, she added, “Your witch whose magic is a bit warped, whose heart belongs to a demon and who now is the proud owner of Thingamajigs.”

“Yes, Bryanna,” he murmured. “Just as I’m your demon, who doesn’t steal souls, but saves them.”