Page 53 of Wedding the Werepanther

I plunge the toy deeper into her and angle it upward.

Her head tips backward on a gasp, “Shadow. Shadow!Shadow!” And she’s coming again, her breasts swaying, her entire body shaking.

I thumb off the toy and pull it gently from her core before climbing up to claim her mouth in a searing kiss. She’s soft and sweet below me, her skin so warm I can’t resist sinking onto heras I tease her tongue into a glorious dance. Kissing might be new to me, but goddess, I’m already addicted.

“There now.” I brush a lock of purple hair out of her eyes, the hair sticking slightly to the faint sheen of perspiration coating her deliciously flushed skin. “See how sexy and wonderful you are? You just climaxed with another person.”

“Using a toy.” There’s that flicker of vulnerability again.

“That counts. And anyone who says it doesn’t is a fool.” I grin, teasing the end of a fang with my tongue. “Why don’t we see if I can do it without the toy, simply to clear up any doubts?”

Her eyes go wide as they stare at my mouth. “You’re okay doing that?”

“Okay isn’t the word I’d use.” I bury my hand in her hair and pull her closer. “More like ecstatic. I’ve wanted to taste you since the moment we met.” I run my nose up her neck and take an audible breath, my voice dropping into a purr. “You smell fucking delicious, Kayla. You make my mouth water.”

I lick my way down her neck, scraping the tender skin with my fangs until she gasps. Smirking, I continue down, cresting the slope of her breast and flicking the nipple with my tongue.

“Oh!” She buries her hands in my hair and hangs on as I tease and suck. I kiss my way over to her other nipple and refuse to let up until she’s panting and writhing beneath me, making my cock ache every time her thigh presses against it.

Gliding lower, I lick her soft stomach, the skin so smooth I have to stop and nip at her, making her gasp even louder.

Then I’m finally where I’ve longed to be, between those luscious legs, my fingertips tracing circles over her inner thighs and getting her to open wider for me. With my first lick, her flavor explodes in my mouth: salt and tang andKayla.

I slide lower, spearing her with my tongue, plunging into the hot core of her and lapping like the greedy cat I am. “Goddess,you’re delicious,” I growl. “I’ve been dreaming of your taste for over a year.”

She makes a whining noise, her hands fisting in my hair, as her hips rock against my face.

“Do you like that, my dirty girl? Do you like me eating your pretty little pussy?”

She nods frantically, breathing out a choked, “Yes.”

I flick my tongue over the hard nub and slide a finger into her core. Her velvet walls clamp tight, surrounding me in wet and heat, and my cock jerks inside my pants, eager to be inside her, to take her and knot her and make hermine.

Soon, I promise it. This is still the slow hunt, the prey well worth the wait.

Fluttering my tongue over her clit, I add a second finger and pump them in and out of her in the rhythm she used with her toy.

“Shadow!” Kayla grinds against me, sobbing. “I’m so close! So close!”

Yet she’s not quite making it over.

Moving off her, I pull my pretty witch up to sitting. Then I lie down on my back, lifting her until she kneels over my face. She grips the headboard and gapes down at me. “What?”

“I want you to sit on my face.” I’ve been dreaming about this moment since I saw it in a video last week. I bring my hand up and brace it so that my index and middle fingers stick straight up, brushing against her entrance. “Swallow me with that gorgeous pussy, dirty girl. Grind against my face. Ride my fingers. Fuck my tongue. Use me however you want. Take your pleasure.”

“But…”

“But I’ll love it?” I smirk and swirl my fingers. “Damned right I will.”

A bit of my confident Kayla returns, fire lighting in her eyes. I love to see it. “Such a smart mouth.”

“Better put it to use.”

And she does. Oh goddess, she does. Kayla lowers over me, swallowing me in her hot wetness, her scent filling my nose, her taste exploding across my tongue. She undulates as she rides me, my fingers buried deep, her clit grinding against my mouth, my tongue flickering over it every time she lifts. She plays with speed. She plays with angles and pressure.

My witchy beauty finds exactly what she wants.

And she takes it.