Page 63 of Bewitching Her Monsters
“I can handle it,” he pleads. “I need you.”
Just by his desperate look, I know he’s in love with this person I’m supposed to be. I wish someone would look at me like that—just once.
“I love it when you beg for me… for my cock. You know what that does to me.” My mouth crashes down on his, and we tangle tongues. I feel I’m holding back some part of me. Some kind of magic power.
Tugging on his hair, I move him away. “Strip. On the bed. Ass up.”
Calder strips and snarks. “I know the drill.”
“Stop your sass, or you don’t get your relief,” I threaten.
Not wanting to risk it, he snaps his mouth shut and crawls up the bed, pressing his face into the mattress. He’s propped up by his knees, delicious ass in the air.
I unbuckle my pants and pull my dick free, stroking it as I approach.
Oh damn, having a dick is nice.
My dreams or imagination never felt so real before.
From a pack on the dresser, I pull out lube and grease up my cock. Then I drizzle some over Calder’s asshole, and he sucks in a breath.
“I’m not going to loosen you up,” I warn.
“Goddess, dammit.” He tenses and then relaxes. His breathing becomes ragged as I position myself behind him.
I line up my sizable cock to his puckered hole. My vision dims as if my eyes are half closed.
Calder is unusually still as I sink into him. The only reason I know he’s felt my invasion is from a moan he lets out.
I finally bottom out,pun intended. Grunting my satisfaction, I can’t get over the intense realism of this dream.
“You miss this?” I ask. “You miss me dominating you?”
“I’m addicted to your touch,” Calder confesses. “Use me if you must. But touch me. Please.”
Without warning, I pump into his ass.
Calder remains motionless, with only his grunts and moans to encourage me to continue. My hands skim over his gorgeous flesh—his muscular back, his hips, his chest. I almost feel as if I could consume him with just this simple act. I want to consume him, make him mine completely, but I can’t do that.
When I feel my peak is imminent, I release my hold on his hips. One hand brushes down his spine. Calder sounds as if he’ll come from that simple gesture.
I wrap my other arm around to his front and finally take his girthy length in my hand.
The residual lube aids in my ministrations as I pump him slowly.
“Do you like that, my sweet bird?” I coo.
As I fondle his balls, Calder whimpers, “Yes.”
I pump him faster, and I feel his testicles draw up. His energy swirls around my cock. Something akin to pure electricity tingles up my spine. It’s as if I’m empowered by my partner’s pleasure.
“Come for me,” I command.
He spills his seed with a shout.
I continue to stroke him with the same rhythm as I finish in his ass. He pulses around my cock, milking me with his orgasm.
As I unload into him, my whole body arches back and trembles.
