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More mind-blowing fire to my blood.

More unbearable pressure in my cock.

But bear it I do, borrowing self-control from some inexplicable force of the cosmos, the entity gaining my lifelong loyalty simply because I get to enjoy the next awesome moment.

“Yeah? Then prove it.”

In which I get to watch her pupils dilate from my ruthless warlock’s growl.

“Take off the shirt. And anything that’s underneath it.”

And then the exquisite part of her lips before she complies with my conjurer’s command.

For a second, I grin. Her rushed obedience reminds me of Mickey Mouse from Fantasia, eagerly seeking to please the dark sorcerer overlord. I like that analogy too—only I’m pretty sure that magician was never conjuring what I’m going to do to my lithe little apprentice.

My gorgeous disciple, glowing in pleasure as she reveals more of her golden skin for me. And then the perfection of her bared tits. Their puckered rosy centers. Their erect berry points. Their sweet, heaving fullness.

“Damn,” I grate, battling the desire to lean over for some lingering tastes. Not yet. I vowed to honor her with my most profound worship, in the most perfect way I know how. That means moving on…

“So flawless,” I tell her, roaming my hot scrutiny across every creamy inch of her swollen mounds. “So fucking stunning.”

“Reece…” She licks her lips and reaches for me, but I capture her wrists and return her hands back to her breasts.

“Lie back,” I direct. “And play with them for me. Pluck them. Pull them.” For a few seconds, I demonstrate the motions with my own fingertips. “Hurt them.” Oh, yeah. And that one too.

“Ahhhh!”

“Now stay still.”

She chokes. “Seriously?”

“Stay. Still.” I slam enough thunder into the echo that she finally gets the message. I’m not asking for her feedback. I’m dictating her compliance. “Yessss.” I draw it out in conjunction with the perfect views consuming my sights. First, as I carefully sear away the crotch and upper thighs from her leggings, exposing the succulent pink folds beneath. At the same time, she continues heeding my order for her hands, kneading and tweaking her chest until her nipples resemble twin cinnamon candies. The textures impact me like a perfect erotic dream. Pink and red…soft and hard…wet and full…

Waiting and ready.

So perfectly prepared for my worship.

I can’t wait any longer.

I crouch next to the bed and then lean in to where her legs are bolstered on the pillows I prearranged.

“Ohhhh…” Her moan corresponds to the new force of my hold, wrapped around her thighs from the outside. The grip helps me spread her wider, until her feet are dangling from the edges of the pillow hills and her ass is lifted an inch off the mattress. With her leggings cut off above her knees, she resembles a naughty schoolgirl about to be punished…and her juicy cunt the forbidden fruit she’s brought to buy mercy.

But I’m in no mood to give her any.

My discipline and my veneration come as one deviant package.

As it should be.

As she’ll be taking it from me.

“Ohhh! Ahhhh!” Emma’s keen is a perfect blend of the same duality, hiking in pitch as I deliver the first long tongue stroke to her parted, pouting sex. Her cry is as much sinner as saint, equal parts contrition and absolution as I devour her but exalt her. As I take but then give back. As I taste but ensure she gets her sustenance too. As my reward, she gushes her intimate essence across my tongue and then down my throat. I groan and swallow, treasuring every delicious drop of her creamy ambrosia.

“Ohhhh, God!” she bursts out, and I repeat an inward thanks to the Big Guy that it corresponds perfectly with a fresh round of squeals from the other room.

“No, baby,” I rumble into the tiny valley between her labia and thigh. “Not him this time.” And then kiss her there. And then again. “Just me. Your forever slave, serving you. Your eternal apostle, worshiping you.” I trail my tongue even deeper into the balmy mysteries of her feminine shadows until I’m licking the sensitive crack between her ass cheeks. “Your smitten lover…needing all of you.”

As I emphasize the last three words, I suckle my way back through the shivering folds protecting her most intimate button. I push my way through those layers, seeking out the stiff nub at the center of her pleasure…the juicy candy that all but beckons me to nibble and taste and treasure. And fuck, do I ever. First I lick, rejoicing in how she gasps and then shivers her thighs against my ears. After yanking on her legs and pulling her wider, I indulge a longer stay, tracing her sensitive ridge with the tip of my tongue before lavishing it with my lusty breaths. That results in every way I possibly dreamed and more. Emma turns into a writhing mess of arousal, dropping her hands to clutch at the comforter and beating the pillows with her heels.