Page 84 of Black Willow Witch
Ripper grunted as she took him deeper, making his cock touch the back of her throat.Fuck.He bunched her hair in his hand, the silky feel of it like cool water against his fingers. ‘Your mouth was made for this.’
Sitting on the edge of his bed, Emberlyn flicked her fuck-drunk gaze up to his. The sight made molten lust punch him right in the gut, basic and fierce.
He was letting her set the pacefor now, enjoying the show. She was deliciously naked, every inch of her bared for his view as he sank into the hot wet cavern of her mouth over and over.
Every breath he took felt filled with her. The scent of her need infused the air. It was pure bait, a siren’s call. The taste of her was even better – it sat on his tongue, warm and sweet with magick.
Only minutes ago he’d shoved her onto his bed, dropped to his knees at the foot of it and eaten her out until she’d screamed. He’d then stood upright and snapped open his fly . . . at which point she’d knifed up, fisted his cock and taken it into her mouth.
Who was he to object?
As he stared down at her, a wave of ownership washed over him. He loved watching her blow him. There was no artifice with her. No practiced movements. No script she followed. No technique she consistently used.
Emberlyn just did whatever she felt like doing in that moment – always so tuned in to his reactions, always so easily anticipating what he wanted.
She was dangerously addicting, but he didn’t care. At all. He only ever wanted more.
His hand flexed in her hair as she tongued the sensitive spot beneath the crown. She closed her mouth around him again, sucked even harder than before . . . and, shit, his witch knew her way around a blowjob.
He did that a lot now. Called her ‘his witch’ in his head. Which he partly blamed his clan for.
Since the town meeting a few days ago, many of his wolves often referred to her as ‘Ripper’s witch’. With the exception of the obvious few, they liked Emberlyn. Respected her strength. More, they liked herfor him.
Nails dragged down his bare chest and navel, leaving prickly trails of heat. She rubbed the flat of her tongue along the underside of his shaft and swallowed more of him.Fuck.Okay, he was done with letting her set the pace.
Ripper cupped her jaw. ‘Now all you do is suck. Don’t otherwise move.’ He thrust his cock forward, grinding his teeth as her throat contracted around the head.
He kept a tight grip on her jaw to hold her still while he used her mouth as he pleased. And hediduse it. With abrupt forward-snaps of his hips, he crammed his cock in her mouth again and again and again. Until it was either stop or blow his load down her throat.
He had other plans for tonight.
Ripper withdrew his dick and swiped his thumb over the outer edge of her swollen lower lip. ‘You on birth control?’
Pale-hazel eyes opaque with need narrowed. ‘Yes.’
Using his hold on her hair, he tipped her head back and lowered his own. ‘I want to comeinsideyou.’ He filled his hand with her breast and squeezed. ‘You good with that?’
She tongued her lower lip and then nodded.
His cock went even harder, throbbing like a motherfucker. A reaction almost vicious in its intensity.
Ripper grasped her hips and tossed her further up the bed. She was lithe. Flexible. Easy to position how he wanted her. He liked that. ‘Lay back.’
She did so, parting her legs in an achingly slow, teasing movement.
He shed the rest of his clothes and joined her, kneeling between her thighs. ‘I told you earlier that I was gonna fuck you slow.’ But as she’d agreed to him coming inside her, ‘slow’ wasn’t going to happen – he was too sexually revved up now. ‘I changed my mind.’
He tossed her legs over his shoulders, notched the head of his dick inside her, splayed a palm on the bed either side of her head, and roughly rolled his hips forward – burying every inch of himself in her pussy.
She sucked in a breath, her hands flying up to grip his forearms, her nails stabbing hard. ‘Fuck, you’re deep.’
‘I’m gonna go even deeper.’ He pounded into her, his pace nothing short of ferocious. He felt her body strain; knew she’d be rising to meet every thrust if she could have moved. In this position, trapped beneath him, she could only take.
Moans eased out of that carnal mouth still swollen from blowing him. Her breasts bounced prettily with each forceful dig of his cock. Her pussy, so hot and tight . . . he didn’t think he could ever get enough of it. Enough ofher.
He curled over her a little more, snarling against her temple. ‘I’m gonna fuck you on the next full moon.Knotyou.’ Knotting always – and only ever – occurred during full moons. ‘You’ll feel my dick swelling inside you. It’ll lock deep. So deep my come will stay right where I fucking put it.’
She hissed, stabbing her nails harder into his skin – just shy of drawing blood.
