Chapter 8
Chapter
Eight
WAR
Damn, this woman. She has truly bewitched me.
Her ass does in fact jiggle when I thrust my thick cock into her dripping wet cunt.
“Fuck, now that is good pussy,” I grunt.
She is whimpering my name, and what I would not give to hear my government name on her lips, but fuck, I can’t tell her.
“War,” she cries out.
My fingers dig into her flesh, the dimples in her back calling to me. Her tits sway with each thrust, her nipples dragging along the bedding. I am going to fuck them, real fucking soon.
My hips thrust into her, the sounds of her wet cunt along with her moans and pants fill the room, and I, for one, am fucking glad that I got to have her tonight and not one of the other brothers.
She is fucking hot and all mine for the night.
Maybe longer if you let yourself live, Mason.
I blink away the female voice in my head. Fuck me, is she really a witch and is planting thoughts in my head?
I growl, reaching forward. Wrapping both hands around her throat and pulling, her back arches perfectly, as I keep fucking her.
“Oh God. Yes, fuck me harder, baby. Yes.” Her voice is hoarse but filled with lust, and it drives me on.
Picking up speed, I hammer into her, over and over again. My balls feel heavy between my legs and I need to fucking come. Thankfully, I remembered a fucking rubber, slipping that sucker on when she got into position for me.
No kids for me. Ever.
Hearing her call me ‘baby’ spins my thoughts.
I do not want to forget my Lilian, but Cleo is making me feel so much shit that I thought I had buried long ago. Women were always a means to an end for me, but this woman, who is taking my dick so good, has captured something that no other woman has.
Pulling out, she whimpers, and I smirk before shifting our bodies so that I am sitting on the edge of the bed, my feet planted on the floor and Chloe impaled on my cock.
“OH FUCK.” Her mouth drops open; her eyes are closed and her breathing is ragged.
She is fucking beautiful like this. Vulnerable, sexy, and fuck me. Something cracks in my chest.
With one hand on her lower back guiding her to ride me, my other hand slips up her back, wrapping her long blonde hair around my fist and pulling down, again making her back arch.
The movement has her hissing in pain, but she does not stop me.
“My little witch likes some pain with her sex. I like that.” I remember when I spanked her and she moaned instead of yelling at me.
As her hips rock back and forth, I slap her ass cheek, making her cry out in pleasure.
“I can feel your pussy tightening every time I spank you, Cleo. You like that, baby?” She nods, looking at me with dark eyes.
She is so fucking turned on.
She feels beyond fucking incredible.
I need her to come for me again. The craving to see her face show her unadulterated bliss drives me to fuck her hard. Jerking my hips up, her mouth opens in a silent cry.
“Yeah, come for me, Cleo. Come all over my big cock, my sexy slutty witch.” I lean in, sucking on her pert nipple before biting down, adding the pain that she likes so much.
She screams, her orgasm hitting like a freight train.
Her pussy clamps down too hard on my cock, and I struggle to move, but I do, and she pants and whimpers through her orgasm.
Orgasmic bliss is written all over her face and chest, with her skin painted in a pink blush. She is beyond fucking stunning, and I plan on seeing this look on her for the rest of the night.
Cleo brings her gaze to mine.
Something in her gaze holds me captive, like she is reaching into my soul, keeping me tied to her. The room pulses with our heavy breaths, and with every heartbeat, I feel the weight of the connection between us.
Licking her lips, she kisses me. Her fingers find my nipple and twists. Oh, fuck me, my balls explode. My orgasm washes through me so hard I see fucking stars.
Neither of us break the connection as I come, my lungs fighting to get air back in.
It is all too intimate, but I can’t look away. I don’t fucking want to stop looking at her.
She is breaking my walls down and does not even know it.
“Shit, that was intense.” She pants.
I nod, my voice stolen by her beauty and soul.
Fuck, I am in trouble.
A part of me knows that one night— this night— will never be enough with Cleo, but my head is not ready to offer her more. Not yet, anyway.
“Come shower with me. We are covered in sweat and other bodily fluids, and I don’t know about you, but I fucking hate getting into bed dirty.”
She smirks, tracing a finger over my chest tattoos.
“You think you will be ready for round two in the shower? Where I am all wet and supple.” She giggles, climbing off my softening dick, making us both moan.
Standing before me naked, her big tits stand heavy on her chest, her hips flare from a narrow waist, and she is a fucking delight to look at.
My dick twitches, and an ache settles in my balls again, needy for her.
Damn, this woman.
“You are looking at me like you want me to sit on your face, War.” She grins.
I grin up at her, licking my lips. “I do want you, but we will leave that for another day.”
Something flashes across her face. I want to ask what she is thinking but it is gone as quickly as it came, so I cannot get a read on it.
Does she want more, but thinks I don’t?
Is she scared of wanting more with someone? Hell, she might carry some painful shit like I do. You can never tell these days, as so many people, including myself, have learned to mask what we feel.
“You only get tonight, big guy.” She taps my nose and flaunts into the bathroom like she did not just tip a bucket of cold water over me.
“Shit,” I murmur, dropping my head into my hands, resting my elbows on my knees. I look at my flaccid cock hanging between my legs, the condom still on, filled with so much cum.
This started out as a one-time thing, but I fucking feel it. I know she does too; there is no way that what just happened between us was only one-sided.
I hear the water turning on, and the pipes bang and clang in response.
I thought I never wanted another woman, but Cleo has done something to me. It is like she’s branded herself into my bones.
Bewitched me.
I feel her everywhere—she has left her mark on me in such a short time.
There’s no template for this, no map of what I’m feeling.
All I know is that I want her and not just for tonight, but there is something in her that’s stopping what we both evidently fucking want.
When she leaves, I’m not sure I’ll ever be the same. I sure as shit cannot go back to fucking random women.
Pushing down my shitty thoughts, I get to my feet, joining her in the shower.
Steam fills the room, water sloshing over her delectable body. She looks at me over her shoulder, her hair wet and clinging to her back, a twinkle in her eyes as she cups her big tits in her hands.
“About time you joined me, big guy.”
Forcing a smile, I see the second she knows something is wrong, but she doesn’t call me on my shit; she lets it go and watches me step into the shower with her. The water eases my aching body, but not my cock, which is pulsing to be buried deep inside of her again.
Picking up the bodywash, the scent of sandalwood hits my senses as I pour some onto my hand, before massaging it into her soft skin.
I take my time; no words are said between us. To be fucking honest, I am not sure what to say right now. Her words about this being a one-time thing are fucking with my head.
I never wanted more than a night of fucking and orgasms, but she is different.
Shaking away my thoughts, I pay attention to her tits. My big hands cover them, then I move onto her nipples, tweaking and twisting, making her moan. Leaning against me, my cock juts into her sexy ass, my hips rocking as it slides between her ass cheeks.
It seems too fucking intimate for two people who wanted a one-night stand, but neither of us stops what we are doing. We both just enjoy the moment, because like she said, it will be fucking ending all too soon.
With knowing what this clubhouse does, I reach behind me, finding the basket that sits on the little shower shelf, and locating a foil packet.
“Convenient.”
Grinning, I bite her shoulder as I roll the latex over my shaft. Then, slipping my hand between her shoulder blades, I force her to bend forward, while I slip my cock into her.
The need to feel her come on me again is addictive.
She is a craving I did not know I wanted.
We both moan when I slip inside of her, her hot pussy sucking me in like her life depends on it.
“Greedy little pussy. My slutty witch loves my big cock.”
She hums, pushing back against me.
“This is going to be hard and fast, baby. Hold the fuck on.” I grip her hip with one hand and wrap her wet hair around my fist and hammer into her.
The sound of skin hitting skin and our harsh breathing vibrates off the shower walls, mixed with the rushing water. I fuck her hard and she likes it.
Fuck, I like it, too.
She is not what I was expecting when she walked in with her friends, but damn I am glad that I got to have her.
“Oh yes, War. Oh shit, I am going to come. Harder,” she calls out, and I do as the witch asks.
I widen my legs and pump harder and faster, chasing my orgasm and forcing one out of her. My name is chanted from her lips over and over again like a spell she is casting and hell, I am all up for that shit if it means I get this pussy again.
“So good. How? Why?” She pants between words.
“Fuck, yes,” I say between gritted teeth when she comes.
Her cunt is squeezing my cock like a vise, forcing my orgasm out of me. My breath gets caught in my lungs as I fill the condom, her pussy tightening around my dick as she rides her bliss.
Dropping my forehead between her shoulder blades, her warm, smooth wet skin is a calming balm for me as I catch my breath.
Closing my eyes, I commit this moment to memory, just in case she fucking runs from me. My tongue darts out, licking up the center of her back to her neck, sucking on the skin there.
She shivers, and I love when she reacts like this to me.
“Why is this so different?” Her voice carries a tremble.
“It is the spell that you cast on me, baby.” She lets out a strangled laugh, mixed with different emotions.
“Shit, War.” She steps forward, my soft dick falling from her body.
Now I know it is not the time to bring up anything more past tonight, so I turn the water off, her gaze fixed on mine. I collect a towel when I step out and dry her off, then myself, before leading her to the bed.
Once we are settled onto the bed, her back to my front, I kiss the back of her head, with every intention of waking up and feasting on her pussy in the morning. After that we can talk about seeing each other again.
Holding her to me, movement catches my eye, then I see it. The black feather from earlier gently rocks back and forth as it lands on the bedside table.
A smile slips across my face and I look to the ceiling.
“I hear you,” I say in my head, knowing this so the sign that everyone has told me I have been waiting for.