Page 36 of Resurrecting the Witch
“Please make me come, sir.”
Feck me. “Good feckin’ girl,mo peata.”
I dove into her pussy, unable to hold back any longer, licking the entire length from arse to clit. Had she taken anyone in her tight little arse before? Would she let me one day?
I could only feckin’ hope I’d be so lucky.
“I knew you’d taste like the finest dessert in the entire realm, but feck me. Nothing could have prepared me for your sweetness on my tongue. I need your perfect cunt for every meal. Nothing else will do.”
I lost time devouring her and learning what she liked and what she didn’t like. Sucking her clit brought an adorable high-pitched whimper out of her. Fucking her with my tongue deep into her pussy made her arch her back like she wanted me deeper and deeper. It wasn’t until I inserted my middle finger in her beside my tongue that she started writhing uncontrollably.
“Patrick,” she begged. “Please.”
“This pussy is too feckin’ pretty, Cliona.”
She panted heavily at my praise as I continued to twist my tongue in and out of her while moving my finger to find that spot inside her I know human females had.
“Are you ready to come for me,mo peata?” I asked her, knowing she was beyond ready.
We’d been at this for too long and were undoubtedly late to the open mic night, but neither of us seemed to care.
“Please let me come, sir,” she begged.
“Since you asked so nicely.”
I gave her another long swipe of my tongue that ended with me latching my mouth around her sensitive clit and sucking while inserting my index finger next to the middle one already deep inside her pussy, finding the spot in her that made her entire body shake. I withdrew my mouth to bring her closer to finishing.
“That’s a good girl,” I praised her. “You’re so feckin’ perfect, Cliona. You are so beautiful when you open for me and let me see and taste and feel this cunt. Whose cunt is this,mo peata?”
She writhed harder against fingers. “It’s yours, sir.”
“Feckin’ right, it’s mine.” I rubbed harder on the bundle of nerves deep inside her. “Time for you to come on my face,mo peata.”
She was breathing heavily and trying to lift herself off the counter. I held her down with my free arm, forcing her to ride out the pleasure I gave her.
“Mark me with your sweet cunt so everyone knows who I belong to.”
“Fuuuuuuuck,” she screamed while clamping down hard on my fingers.
I kept my pace, lapping at her release that would get caught in my beard torturing me the rest of the night, forcing her to let go and feel this. Feelme.
“That’s it,” I muttered as her body finally relaxed.
Withdrawing my fingers from her cunt, I stood up and looked down at my sated mate spread out on her work counter. Her eyes fluttered open to look at me, and only then did I put the fingers that just left her cunt in my mouth to suck her taste off me.
“Your taste is so good, witchling. You did so good for me,” I praised.
She blushed despite all I had just finished doing to her.
“That was incredibly fucking hot, Patrick.” Cliona giggled, and it was the cutest sound I’d ever heard. She looked so free, so at peace right after coming. “Fuck me, that felt so good.”
I puffed my chest out at her words. My female was satisfied, andImade it happen.
“I will feck your perfect little cunt when we have more time,mo peata.” She swatted at my chest with her hand, smiling at my crass words. “But we are already late to meet our friends.”
“I’ll need my pants back.” She motioned to the floor, and I pulled the black leggings back up her legs so she could rest a minute longer.
“Wait. My underwear.”
