Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
“Are you ready, little witch?”
“Will you do it already?” Hazel trembled with need and excitement. If he didn’t hurry, she might well die from this experience, if she didn’t kill him first.
He shifted his position slightly and the head of his cock pressed against her opening, but did not invade her.
“As wolf of the moon, I become familiar to this witch.” His muttered words sounded formal, but Hazel didn’t have time to contemplate them before he took her mouth again. He slid into her slick cunt easily when he kissed her. The expected pain was only minimal and replaced almost immediately with exquisite pleasure. The slow, rhythmic thrusting of his hips never wavered. His gaze never left hers, as if he was looking for any signs of discomfort from her.
Hazel smiled and reached up to stroke his cheek. “I’m okay, Drake.”
“You’re sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You didn’t.” She met his thrust with her own to emphasize her point. “Now, are you going to fuck me, or play around all day?”
Drake grunted before answering her question. “I never intended to fuck you, Hazel.” Before she could utter a word, he flipped them, rolling to his back and situating her astride his hips. Crossing his arms behind his head, he grinned. “I intended for you to fuck me.”
The rush through Hazel’s body was unbelievable. What he was suggesting was the most erotic thing she had ever heard. Yeah, it was old-fashioned, but Hazel always thought of sex with the man as the aggressor. To be in control of her own pleasure, of his pleasure, was something she never thought about. It was a daunting task, but one she was more than willing to take on.
Hazel placed her palms flat against his hair-dusted chest. His nipples perked and pebbled beneath her fingers. For a while, she didn’t move. She wanted to savor every moment, to remember every second.
His muscles jumped beneath her, and he flexed his hips, his hands coming from behind his head to rest on her thighs. “You are truly… bewitching,” Drake said. The comment should have been funny, but it was anything but. She could see in his eyes he was sincere.
“So, maybe I’m not such a bad witch after all.” Hazel giggled.
“Oh, you’re not a bad witch.” Drake’s voice was tight, strained when he spoke. “You just need some carnal knowledge.”
Hazel bounced about the time that Drake surged upward and they both cried out. Drake’s fingers digging into Hazel’s legs created the perfect amount of pain to mix with the pleasure where their bodies joined.
“Oh, God.” Hazel’s voice wavered unsteadily. She moved again, several times.
“I second that.”
Hazel arched her back, offering her breasts. She wasn’t disappointed. Pulling and tugging at her nipples, Drake drove her to the very edge of sanity, but it wasn’t enough. They met each other faster and harder, never taking their eyes off the other.
Hazel cried out in frustration. “Damn it! I didn’t know sex was so frustrating!”
Drake growled from beneath her and thrust one hand between them, flicking her clit.
“Fucking hell!” The orgasm that overtook Hazel was nothing short of nuclear. She danced on Drake’s dick until the spasms faded and she was left with a warm tingling in her pussy.
Drake flipped them once again, never parting their joined bodies. The sensations in Hazel’s cunt never died, but grew stronger again with their new position.
“Moon and stars, you feel good!” Drake looked strained. His face was red, and the veins at his neck and temples stood out in stark relief. “I don’t know how long I can hold back.” He stopped moving, a helpless look on his face. “Hazel…”
She didn’t know exactly what was going on, but she knew what he needed. Her. Her body. Sex, hard and aggressive. He looked like a wild beast. She was scared, but more excited than she’d ever been in her whole life. This experience far exceeded her wildest expectations.
“Take what you need, Drake.” Hazel caressed his cheek. “I’ll be okay.”
She didn’t have to offer twice.
Drake surged forward with a roar. Hazel bent her knees, resting her feet on his calves for leverage. She met every thrust with one of her own -- she had to. She could do nothing less than give him exactly what he needed, and a passive lover didn’t seem appropriate.
He never took his eyes from her. As he moved within her in ever increasing thrusts, his breath blew over her more and more rapidly and sweat glistened on his forehead. Drake growled and latched his mouth to her neck as he fucked her. She cried out in surprise and pleasure when his teeth scraped her shoulder. Arching her neck, Hazel offered herself to him. Something in her trusted him more than she’d ever trusted anyone in her life. Besides, she was on the verge of another orgasm, and she’d be damned if she’d let fear get in the way of it.