Witch’s Curse by Myla Jackson
Bring in the New Year with a steamy read!
Dumped by his girlfriend right after Christmas, Sam isn't in the mood to celebrate until he sees the willowy beauty, Kindra. Her sensuality and sexual aggressiveness revives his lagging spirits. Is she the one for him or is she another lying, cheating woman like his ex? Will he have more than tonight to find out?
Sam’s nostrils flared and his cock shot to attention. “I can’t say I don’t want this, because, dammit, I do. But this isn’t the place. I barely know you. You’re cold and will catch your death.”
“Excuses. Don’t give them to me. I don’t have time.” She shook her hair back, her eyes flashing. All the sadness had disappeared, replaced by quiet determination. “Do you know what it’s like to live like every day might be your last?” She unzipped the back of her dress. And let it slide to the floor. In nothing but her lacy white string bikini panties, and high heels, she reached for the buttons on his shirt. “Make love to me, Sam Cade. Please. I need to feel alive.”
He reached out to push her away, only his hands didn’t cooperate. Instead of pushing her away, they slid over the smooth white skin of her shoulders and down to the gentle rise of her breasts. His thumb rubbed the peaked tips, enjoying the way she quivered beneath his touch.
She worked the buttons loose one at a time until she reached his waistband. With a surprising amount of strength, she yanked the shirt from his pants and whipped the top button open on his trousers. Before she unzipped, she cupped his cock and balls, her fingers curling over them, squeezing gently through the fabric. A moan rose from her throat and she pushed his shirt open, pressing her breasts against his chest. Her calf slid up the back of his leg and brought him closer until her crotch rubbed the top of his thigh. “I’m on fire. Fuck me, Sam. Here in the stairwell.”
“What if someone comes up here?”
“Let them watch. I’m alive and I want it all.”
Ashley hadn’t responded to his caresses with this much passion since their first date. No. She’d never responded to him with a free flow of passion, the dirty words or the roving hands. Hands that were now digging between his skin and the fabric of his boxers to fondle his cock.
Then she was tugging the zipper down and pushing his trousers to the floor, her hands skimming over his buttocks, cupping them in her palms and pulling him against her.
Sam was taken aback by her aggressiveness, but too turned on to back down now. He leaned forward, captured the rosy tip of her breast between his teeth and sucked it into his mouth, laving it until it pebbled into a firm knot. Skimming the valley of her cleavage, he rose to the other breast and nibbled and licked it until it matched the previous one.
Kindra’s fingers dug into his scalp and pressed him to her, a moan rumbling in her chest. “More.”
Sam dropped to one knee on the cold tiled landing and trailed a line of kisses over her torso and down her flat belly to the indention of her belly-button. His fingers dipped further south to cup the mound of light-colored fur covering her pussy. The curly hairs were soft as spun silk and parted easily. With the tips of his fingers, he delved between her folds and found the hard little nub of her clit. Gently, at first, he stroked her, dipping into her pussy for cream to lubricate his efforts. She was warm and wet there. He wanted to taste her nectar, swallow her juices and fuck her with his tongue.
As if she read his mind, the hands in his hair pushed his face lower.
His fingers smoothed a line between her cunt and her clit and he looked up at her as he lowered his lips to take her in his mouth, sucking her pussy. Her sweet cream wet his lips and tempted his taste buds and he dug his tongue inside, flicking and thrusting in the motion his cock longed to replicate.
His dick filled and straightened, taut with need. If he followed his cock, he’d slam into her and fuck her against the wall. But he wanted her to find pleasure first and her moans and the way her pelvis rocked to the rhythm of his tongue-thrusts provided more stimuli to prolong his desire and build his craving to be inside her.
With his thumb strumming her clit, he moved it to the opening of her pussy and poked it in. He licked his way up to her clit and flicked and teased her until her fingers pulled on his hair so hard, surely it would come out.
Then she cried out and her hips jerked with her release. Sam didn’t let up. He persisted until she dragged him up by the hair.
When he stood to his full height, he cupped her butt cheeks in his palms and raised her up his body to wrap her thighs around his waist. Then he pushed her against the wall, both of her hands trapped in one of his over her head.
“Fuck me, Sam.” She leaned close and flicked her tongue over his lips still coated with her essence. “Fuck me like there’s no tomorrow.”
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