The Jezebel (Taskill Witches 3)

He cupped her buttocks and leaned his face into her chest, every moment sending him nearer to the edge. It was the closest to ecstasy he had ever been, and as she milked him to fruition there was nothing else in his world but her.

She moaned softly, and he saw damp tears on her cheeks.

His cock was rigid, his sac high and tight, his balls aching to flood home with his seed. Their movements became fevered. The candle spluttered out. She did not let him pause to find another.

In the darkness, in the heat, they melded as one.

Her eyes flashed in the gloom, luminous as twin candle flames. Strange it was, but he accounted for it by thinking the candle still spluttered on.

He stemmed his release, shifted her to the bed where he lay her facedown, because the urge to lock her in his quarters forever—to hold her in his arms and never let her go—built inside him alongside the imminence of his release.

Within one beat of his heart, his eager cock found its way home again and he plundered her depths from behind. Her body arched, a cry of pleasure issuing from her open mouth, his name on her lips once again. Roderick thrived on it, showing her how roughly he wanted to claim her. He slammed into her, the change of position making him endure.

“Oh, yes,” she cried, her hands pushing out against the wooden plinth at the top of the bed. “Fill me. Satisfy me!”

Roderick cursed aloud.

“I want to feel everything,” she said. “Make me feel everything, Roderick. I know you can.”

Those words, and the feel of her supple body, prone but rising up against him, swamped his mind with every dark image of fornication he had ever seen or imagined. “You do not know what you are saying.”

“Show me what it is. I want it all.”

Manipulating her bottom with his hands, he shifted his thumbs to her crease, moving them up and down there, brushing over the tight ring of her anus.

Her skin was misted with sweat, but she undulated beneath him, showing him that she enjoyed his touch. “Oh, oh, that. Your touch there, why does it thrill me so?”

He pulled his cock free, but only so that he could dip down and kiss her there in her crease. When he did, and his tongue roved over her bottom, she moaned. It was a pleasured sound and her body flexed. She liked it.

Roderick’s cock throbbed. “You are a wanton indeed.”

“For you. You have liberated me in every way.”

Her words seemed to burn in his chest. He wanted to know all of her. When he continued to stroke her along the groove of her bottom, she moaned and did not chastise him, so he moistened one of his fingers in his mouth and pressed it against her opening, sliding it in a little way. Even in the darkened room he was aware of her clutching at the bed, her torso lifting.

“Does it trouble you?”

“It does, but,” she panted, “I find that it feels oddly just and right. I want more. Is it wrong, to feel this way about something so lewd?”

It made him smile, that she was asking his guidance even while she ordered him to satisfy her. His candid novice was an experience like no other. “Nothing is wrong, if it is between two bodies in the night who come together willingly, as one.”

He eased his finger deeper, holding his free hand around the base of his cock to stem it. Stroking his finger in and out, gently, holding back, he allowed her to get used to it. Moments later, her body began to rise and fall, welcoming him in the way it did when he was inside her sweet cunt.

“Can you take more there?”

“Oh, Roderick.”

“Can you take this?” He removed his finger and pressed the head of his cock to her anus. That act alone threatened to undo him, the tight ring exerting pressure on his swollen crown. He held the position, scarcely trusting himself to breathe.

She moaned and writhed. “Is it possible?”

“It is, but if you don’t want it, you must say.”

“I want to know,” she cried out, “I want to know it all, and I want you to show me.” With those words, she pressed back to him, and Roderick arched over her, shifting position so that when he lay against her, his cock was there. Scooping up her copious juices, he lathered them on his cock so that it would slide home easier. Maisie spread herself wider still and pushed up her bottom. He eased the swollen head of his cock into her tight opening.

“Oh, yes,” she cried, “make me yours, Roderick, there, too.”