No sooner than her lips enveloped his cock, Evershaw’s shaft twitched again, pleasure rippling all over his body. He sucked in a breath, closing his eyes, and his mind flashed through all the dirty ways he wanted to take her. Mounting her from behind so that he could pummel her relentlessly. Her on top of him, just on the cusp of another orgasm, while he grabbed her waist and pounded into her, again and again. Her body bent over a couch, hands outstretched to support herself against a wall as he rode her.

He groaned as her tongue roamed over the underside of his cock. The images in his head dissolved, replaced by the memory of Deirdre’s pleasure just moments ago. Her orgasms had come in waves, one rolling into another, and they’d done nothing to calm the primal part of him that had been nearly going out of his mind out of sheer need. She’d flushed red and her nipples hardened and her whole body froze up as her mouth opened in a silent scream of pure pleasure. He loved it. He wanted to see her come over and over and over, he wanted to smell her all over his skin.

And with the witch’s mouth on his cock, soft skin to his sensitive member, he lingered on the edge of his sanity. Evershaw had never been one to hold back with his women, but things were different with Deirdre. Ever since she’d confided in him, he’d discovered there was a side to him that could accommodate her wishes, that could go slowly, that could practice restraint. He’d do anything for her, including deny himself what he wanted more than anything in the universe in that second.

That had all been before he’d tasted her. Before he’d run his tongue over her slit and explored her folds, before he’d finger fucked her and felt the agonizing promise of her pussy clenching down on his fingers with each orgasm.

Evershaw fixed his gaze on her, taking in the view of her bobbing head sucking on his cock and her dark hair spilling across his thighs. No woman had ever taken the full length of his cock in their mouths before, but Deirdre did it with ease for brief moments before retreating and carrying on with her hand, stroking his cock, while she sucked the head.

“Damn it, witch,” Evershaw groaned as she flattened her tongue in her mouth and brought all of him inside her mouth. She murmured her own pleasure as her arm twisted so she could touch herself, and his entire body shook, awash with pleasure.

Balls deep, he thought. I want to be balls deep inside her. I want to mark her as mine forever.

He wrapped his fist in her hair and lifted his hips gently in an exploratory thrust, watching for Deirdre’s reaction. She nodded, her eyes half-lidded and smoky with desire. With his free hand, Evershaw reached down to her breast. Her nipple puckered at his touch, and he squeezed. With a grunt, he thrust again, his rhythm increasing, until tension arced through his lower back and his balls tightened.

“I’m going to come,” he said, his voice tense. “Fuck.”

He hovered on the edge, ready to fill her mouth and watch her swallow all that he gave her, and cursed again when the wet heaven of her mouth disappeared. Evershaw gripped the couch cushions as his hips thrust in sheer agony, desperate for relief, as the saliva on his cock cooled in her absence. He growled as the wolf struggled for control so they could grab her and finish what they’d started.

But Deirdre stood over him, just a little uncertain, then moved forward to straddle his lap and brace her hands on his shoulders as her heated core hovered over his cock. She adjusted her stance to balance and Evershaw grabbed her hips, ready to slam her down onto him and finally feel the velvet heat of her pussy.

“You’re so fucking wicked,” he said, but the corners of his mouth curled up in anticipation. At least he’d get to see her tits bounce as he fucked her, and that gorgeous look on her face when she came.

“Never call a witch that,” she breathed, looking down between them as she lowered herself one agonizing inch at a time. She grazed the tip of his cock with her slit, her head falling back so her hair spilled all around them. Immediately, Evershaw’s cock was soaked with her essence, flowing freely and in far greater volume then he’d felt when he’d played with her before.

Deirdre acted like they hadn’t just hit a crescendo, like they hadn’t just a minute before been teetering over the edge of another release. Well, Evershaw had been, anyway. She took her time, grinding her pussy to his shaft, up and down, like they had the rest of their lives to spend doing things her way. And still he hadn’t managed to breach her opening.

He growled and squeezed her waist, leaning forward to use his teeth on her nipples. “I need to be inside you, witch. Do it.”

Her eyes bored into his and her entire body quivered as she positioned her clit to rub against his dick in tiny little thrusts that set his blood on fire. He was going to spontaneously combust. Evershaw watched, transfixed and anguished in equal measures, as her body moved against his and her mouth fell open in a moan. He gripped her hips, trying to press her down so he could fill her until she screamed.

“You’re killing me, witch,” he grunted. She wiggled and went back to those rocking movements that made a flush rise up her chest and throat and fill her face with a rosy pink that reminded him of her slit.

“Am I?” she said, and then gasped as he caught one of her nipples with his mouth.

“I told you I didn’t know if I’d be able to stop,” he said, voice strained. “And you’re fucking killing me.”

“How am I doing that? I’m just – taking my time,” she panted. Deirdre angled herself so there was only a hair’s breadth between her pussy and the head of his cock. She bit her lower lip and watched him like she dared him to do something. Slowly, very slowly, she took just the tip inside her and quivered, eyes closing.

Evershaw snarled. “If you don’t –”

The witch sank onto his cock, taking every last inch inside her. Somehow, despite the roughness of his earlier fingering, she was still tight, so tight, but slick, too, and she froze on top of him, eyes snapped shut and mouth partly open as her nails dug into his shoulders.

Her channel rippled around him, clenching tight to his cock, and a ragged moan ripped from his throat. Heaven. This was heaven. He’d fucking died and Deirdre was his dirty, naughty angel.

Evershaw’s breath caught but he recovered only a heartbeat later, slamming his hips against her core. His thrusts were shallow compared to the control she had while on top of him, and she lifted up a bit to drop back down on him and ground her clit against him. He locked her hips against his and kissed her, helping her rutting until she moaned and murmured and whispered against his lips.

“Fuck me,” the witch whispered. “Hard. I want to feel you.”

Evershaw didn’t need any further encouragement before scooping her up and flipping her over, manhandling her with choppy moves that revealed the repressed lust he’d accumulated. Face down, ass up, he had an unparalleled view of her glistening channel. A second later, his cock slid deep inside her, and the easy moans she’d offered when things went at her pace became a frantic, head-spinning mewling.

He threaded his hand through her long hair and grabbed a fistful, locking her in place while he pounded, closer and closer to the edge.