Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
He could feel the stupid grin spread across his lips. Drake Cole had found his mate. And she was a witch.
* * *
Screaming woke Hazel. She was a virgin, in the most technical sense, but she’d figured out long ago about orgasms. Or at least she thought she’d figured them out.
Drake had latched his lips onto her cunt and was sucking and licking for all he was worth. Hazel tangled her fingers in his silky black and silver hair and pulled him to her as hard as she could. She screamed and screamed, bucking and grinding and wrapping her legs around his head for good measure.
The waves seemed to go on and on and on before diminishing to a sizzling, pulsing throb. When her body was again on a normal keel, Hazel simply went limp.
Which was probably a good thing, considering it had to be tough for Drake to breathe.
But Drake didn’t come up for air. Instead, he simply shifted his position and settled in to feast. One finger slid into her, then two. He glided them gently within her body, only to retreat and start over again. His tongue gently flicked her clit, seemingly mindful of its oversensitivity.
“Oh, God. I can’t move.” Hazel’s body felt nice and tingly, but heavy as lead. The chuckling emanating from between her legs confirmed the fact that Drake didn’t particularly care.
“Then just relax and enjoy.”
Drake’s free hand wandered up her body, finally resting on her breast and kneading gently. Her breath caught when he plucked the nipple to a taut peak, and she arched her back, encouraging him to do it again. He complied with the other breast, while his morning beard scratched her inner thighs erotically and enhanced her pleasure. When they finished, she knew his mark would be left on her.
Pleasure built within her rapidly. She hadn’t even recovered from the first orgasm and another was simmering just beneath the surface. When she was just about to fall from the precipice Drake had taken her to, he pulled back and she couldn’t breathe. Thinking he didn’t realize he’d stopped just as she was about to come, Hazel gritted her teeth and gripped the sheets, concentrating on moving air through her lungs.
Drake started nipping and licking again. All around her pussy, her clit, and back again in just the right places with just the right amount of pressure. His hand never stopped its wandering over her upper body and his fingers never left her cunt for long. The internal massage he performed on her was driving her wild. She couldn’t believe how wonderful this was! He seemed to know exactly which buttons to push. Once again she just knew she was about to come, and once again, Drake pulled back.
Hazel couldn’t stop the groan when the tingling in her groin faded.
“What’s the matter, love?” Hazel didn’t buy that innocent sounding question for an instant.
“Somehow, I have the feeling you know exactly what you’re doing.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, Hazel.” Drake’s grin was positively wolfish. “Is there something you need that I’m not doing? All you have to do is ask.”
Hazel managed to rise up on her elbows and glare at him peeping up from between her legs. Her intimate moisture glistened on his mouth and chin. That particular sight only made things worse. She groaned again and fell back to the bed. “You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?”
Drake didn’t say a thing, he just took another wet lick from pussy to clit. Hazel jumped and cried out. “Good God!”
“Definitely ‘good’.”
He dipped his head again, and Hazel honestly thought she’d die from the pleasure he created within her before he lifted his head again. His hands continued to stroke her from within and without, all serving to tighten the coil of tense, ever present bliss. Still, she didn’t come.
She tried to pull him up her body, to tell him without words what she wanted, but Drake simply wrapped his forearms and hands around her thighs, holding her open for his mouth, and teeth, and tongue. Always, he pulled back just before her climax overtook her.
“Drake, if you don’t let me come soon, I swear I’ll turn you into a toad.” Hazel barely recognized her own voice. She was breathless, her tongue felt too large for her mouth, and her throat was dry. Her breathing was erratic and too fast, as was her heart rate. Drake’s effect on her bordered on insanity.
“All you had to do was say so.” Oh, she so wanted to wipe that smirk off his face!
It took only a couple of seconds for Drake to slip on the condom before he kissed his way up her body. His tongue delved into her belly button and trailed upward, wrapping around each nipple before finally plunging into her mouth. He kissed her hungrily, and she clung to him. Her toes curled into the sheets, and she gripped his hips with her bent knees. His cock rested in the cleft of her pussy and gently but persistently rubbed her clit as he rocked his hips back and forth.