Page 38 of Autumn Ritual

“Whatever I want?”

Sara rolled her eyes. “That’s what I said.”

My dick pulsed greedily. “Deal.”

Sara reached beside her, pulled up her phone, and tapped on the screen. A moment later, her mouth popped open in a perfect O. The image of those rosy lips sucking on my dick made precum leak from the tip.

I shifted against the wood frame. “Well?”

Sara clicked off her phone. “You were right.” She lifted her hands in surrender. “What is your prize?”

“You.” Always you.

Sara arched a brow. The smirk on her lips said this was just as much a victory for her as it was for me.

“Strip.”

At my command, she let out a breathless laugh. Her fingers gripped the hem of her shirt. A swift tug, and it was over her head. Those gorgeous breasts spilled out. Wriggling, she pulled her pants free. Both were tossed to the side, far away from the fruit carnage.

Lastly, she took off her glasses, folding and setting them on the counter.

I looked away, but only for a moment as I moved the three-wick candle across the counter to flicker in the corner. The shadows crept forward, boldly taking more territory.

Sara pushed to her knees, fingertips braced on the pumpkin, and waited. Seeing her, at my mercy, rising over the pumpkin, my blood boiled. Through the fog of need, a wicked idea sparked in the back of my mind.

I tugged my zipper down and popped the button as I moved forward. “Slide your fingers through that sweet cunt, angel.”

Sara took a sharp breath. Her fingers reached between her legs.

“Are you wet for me?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

That word was a sigh of contentment.

“Of course you are.” I stopped in front of her, pumping my fist over my shaft. “Want a taste?”

That pretty pink tongue darted out, and she wet her lips. “Please.”

She leaned forward, rising above the pumpkin, and flicked her tongue against the tip. Electricity shot straight up my shaft. My balls pulled tight, and I had to reach for the counter to anchor myself.

Swirling and tasting, Sara tested her prize. Because that was what I was.

When her lips closed and she sucked me deep, I let out a rough growl. “Fuck, angel.”

She grinned around my dick and pulled me deeper into her mouth.

“Don’t stop touching yourself,” I gritted out.

She nodded—and then set out to destroy me.

Head moving in slow, controlled movements, she took me impossibly deep before sliding back. Stars burst across my field of vision.

“Turn the pumpkin to the side,” I rasped.

Confusion flickered through her eyes, but she obeyed.

“Now….” I panted. “Rub that slick cunt on the pumpkin.”