The Libertine (Taskill Witches 2)

Again she chuckled. “You taste so good,” she whispered.

Her breath on his inflamed member made him reach for her, but his hand on her shoulder did not stop her. She took the swollen head of his cock into her mouth and ran her tongue across its seam.

“Chloris,” he warned again, speaking through gritted teeth this time, “I must be inside you.”

“When you are inside me, I can’t adore you like this.”

“You adore me in other ways, and I feel every one.”

Mercifully, she lifted her head and looked at him, her eyes shining and her lips parted. “You do?”

“The clasp of your body, it is the best thing I have ever known.”

She seemed awestruck by that. Adjusting her position, she crawled over him and kissed his mouth. Meanwhile, her hand guided his erection between her legs. When he felt the clasp of her body as she eased down, he moaned into her mouth.

“Oh, yes,” she murmured, holding tight to his length with her hand and sitting upright, so that she could bear down on him some more, “it is too good.”

His cock was already slick with her juices. Then her sheath enclosed him entirely. He reached one hand around her neck and drew her down. When their mouths met, they locked together.

“I feel brazen, mounting you this way,” she whispered.

He noticed the blush on her cheeks. “Being brazen suits you.”

She rocked back and forth, as if discovering him.

“Ah, but that feels good,” he murmured.

She lifted up and then eased back down, and as she did her lips parted, her expression revealing the pleasure she felt.

When she ground down, firmer still, the head of his cock was squeezed tight in her embrace, deep within her. Lennox withheld a curse and arched up, holding tight to her hips through her skirts.

Then she began to move with more speed, to buck and ride him rhythmically.

Lennox watched, reveling in her triumphant actions, her freedom.

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lutching at him with her hands she growled and writhed, her inner flesh clasping him over and over. She splayed her hands on his chest for balance, and it drew fire from him. Moaning loudly, she shivered, her eyes rounding as she looked down at him, querying him.

“Aye, you feel that, that is the magic our connection brings about.” He put his hands beneath her skirts and thumbed her damp folds, making her cry out.

She threw her head back, her hips working faster still on him.

With his cock buried deep inside her, he savored the way her body tightened on his cock as she found her release. Lennox groaned deeply, for she was milking him and he wouldn’t be able to hold back. He wanted it to last and last, but his ballocks were primed. “I am fast coming undone,” he warned, urging her to break free.

As his climax approached she held tight to him, forcing him to stay inside. “I want to feel you,” she insisted.

Lennox was powerless to do otherwise than grant her request. His sac lifted, his seed pumping into her tight sheath.

Her entire body rippled and shuddered, a startled gasp escaping her, but still she held tight.

Lennox moved his hands to her waist, holding her steady while she caught her breath. “You look so very beautiful.”

She stared down at him, her eyes sparkling.

“Shall I tell you what I see?” he asked.

“If you must.” She chuckled.