The Jezebel (Taskill Witches 3)

The promise sent a delicious ripple through her. Her breathing felt increasingly constricted. Tentatively, she slipped one hand around the back of his neck. The other she locked on his shoulder. She wanted to couple with a man, had desired to for a long while. Her body ached to know how it felt, to feel his thrust as he filled her. She lifted her chin as the captain’s mouth lowered toward hers. His arms went around her as their lips met.

Her eyes closed, her body melting in submission. His mouth made hers open beneath his touch, the kiss enmeshing her in a web of sensations. A feeling of great need bloomed within her, and she pressed closer to hi

m. The totality of his strength and maleness enveloped her. Her skin prickled. She felt feverish. His tongue thrust into her mouth and she relished the experience, a moan of longing escaping her even as they kissed.

He encouraged her to open her legs, easing them apart with his hands, and then he broke the kiss and climbed between her thighs, giving her no option but to receive him there. The moment was almost upon her. Maisie quickly thought of the precious lodestones ensconced beneath the bed, and willed the event to strengthen her in every way.

The captain cursed under his breath at the very moment he settled his rigid manhood against her damp folds. Maisie gasped at the sudden contact. His shaft was both hard and hot, and it made her want to wriggle against it. Would that be wrong? she wondered. A trickle of moisture seeped from inside her, dampening her thighs. Heat flushed her face.

“Ah, but you are lush down there, my lady.” His hips were hard against hers, his erection pressing against her seam, holding her folds open.

It was so hard, and the size of his member evoked a renewed sense of doubt. Again she stared down at it, marveling at its length, for when she lifted her head she could see the head of it poking up between them, despite the bunched skirts now wedged above her waist.

“You seem surprised,” he said teasingly, and nodded down at his shaft. Shifting his hips, he rode it up and down against her folds, which made her moan aloud. “You like the look of it enough to receive it?”

Maisie wasn’t quite sure if she liked the look of it or not as yet. She’d seen drawings of women receiving an erect member inside their body, but she suspected this one was far too large for her to manage.

“It arouses you to see a woman startled at your size?” she retorted defensively.

He stared down at her, his expression heavy with lust. “It arouses me to see you eager to welcome it. Are you ready?”

Whether it hurt or not, it had to be done. She nodded. “Yes, I am ready to...to welcome it.”

That seemed to please him immensely. He paused to look down at the place where her breasts swelled up from her corset, and she realized her nipples had ridden above the edge of her bodice. It looked lewd to her, but the captain only grinned and bent to run his tongue over the hard pink tips that had been revealed. It felt achingly good—not only in her breasts, but all through her, from her nipples to the pit of her belly.

“I cannot wait long enough to undress you, but I will, before the second turn.”

The second turn?

With that pronouncement he rearranged his position, then reached down and moved his fingers into her folds, stroking them into her entrance. With a deeply satisfied sigh, he nodded. “I want to be inside you badly. It must be done and now.”

She closed her eyes a moment when he directed his rigid manhood to that place, pressing it against her. He coaxed the head of his erection up and down over her entrance, coating it in her juices. That only made her want it more. No matter how big, she had to have him inside her. “The way you touch me...” She rolled her head and then stared at him, captured by the desire in his expression. Her own body echoed it, craving him. “Use me, make me yours.”

He growled at her words.

That triggered something between them, something that felt untamed and right. Every part of her clamored for him.

With one hand he stroked up and down the length of his shaft, squeezing a drop of dew from its tip. She swore and closed her eyes when she caught sight of its size again, her body clenching. It was too large, too hard. Surely it would injure her! But she did not have time to deny it, for he eased it into her opening.

The sudden push, stretch and fullness at her entrance captured her senses fully. “Oh!”

He pressed on.

Stretching her to capacity, he plundered her in ways she could not have imagined. Pain flashed through her and she felt hot fluids running onto the bed. She cried out. Her innermost flesh contracted and she tried to pull away.

The captain lifted his head and stared at her in surprise. “It was true, you really have not...?”

“Of course it was true,” she blurted, her vision misting.

He paused, but did not withdraw. Instead, his jaw turned to rock, his hands firm on her hips as she struggled against him.

“Oh, oh!” she cried. “It is too much.”

“Hush. Hold tight, my lady, it will pass.” Slowly, inexorably slowly, he eased back. “You are plenty wet enough to receive me. I will go slowly for as long as I can.”

With that promise he worked his length inside her again, measure by measure.

Through the pain, rapture sprang from the place where they met. Maisie lifted her eyelids and looked at him in wonder.