Scholomance 9 by Logan Jacobs (inspirational books to read txt) 📗

I watched with the utmost satisfaction as she obeyed my order and began to tug the blue, blood-stained gown off her shoulders. When the fabric slipped over her slender body, I exhaled sharply, and blood coursed south as I studied every inch of her perfect, naked body. Her nipples were already swollen with desire, and her breasts were full as they bounced with every shaky breath she took. A small smile crept across my face as she slowly crept down and bent her knees, and when she was positioned exactly how I wanted, I tossed off my blazer and began to unbutton my shirt.

Samara stared at my broad chest, and then she eagerly reached for my belt.

“Ah, ah, ah,” I said as I clicked my tongue. “Be patient.”

“I’m sorry, master,” Samara muttered as a deep blush crept across her face, and she dropped her hands back into her lap. “I-I just can’t wait to see you. I want all of you.”

“As I said, you’ll have to be patient,” I reminded her before my hands slowly made their way to my pants. “Just like I’ve been.”

“Yes, master,” the newly transformed Wicca said. “I will do whatever you ask of me.”

“Good,” I said before I unclasped my button and slid my pants down, and when my erect cock sprung to view, it made her shimmering eyes go as wide as dinner plates. “Now… I want you to take a taste. You deserve it, but remember, you must obey every direct order.”

“I promise,” she said before she glanced up at me and licked her lips. “I will listen to every word and obey every command.”

“Then begin,” I ordered in a low growl. “Slooooowly.”

I neared her mouth, and when she was close enough, she gently grasped my rigid member with her smooth hands and licked my cock from tip to balls. I shuddered with immense pleasure as she ran her tongue all along my length, and her wet touch felt like pure ecstasy. I grunted and tossed my head back as she grew more eager, and when she wrapped her full lips around my dick and took me all the way in, I slowly began to buck my hips and fuck her wanting mouth.

“Hmmmmmmm,” she groaned as I rocked back and forth.

“That’s it,” I grunted before I grabbed her thick, golden locks and sped up my movements. “Take me all the way inside. I know you can go deeper than that.”

Samara’s eyes watered with desire as she stared up at me, and her face was red as she swirled her tongue in expert motions around my cock. The gorgeous former goddess wriggled her head all the way down to my balls and slurped against my length. Each time my tip grazed the back of her throat, she gently gagged, but that didn’t deter her from taking me in deeper.

“Fuuuuuuck,” I groaned, and I could feel my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I slid deeper down her throat.

My entire body was shot through with electricity, and my hips started to move faster and faster. When my head spun in furious circles and all my blood coursed south, I knew I was nearing an explosive threshold, so as Samara moaned and slurped, I tightened my hold on her golden locks and fucked myself even deeper down her throat.

“Hmmmmmm,” she grunted as pre-cum dripped from the corner of her wet lips.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” I breathed in a raspy voice. “And when I do, I want you to swallow every single drop. Don’t waste anything, or I won’t be pleased.”

In response, Samara slurped and hummed along my throbbing length and bobbed her head furiously back and forth. Then I bucked my hips like a jackhammer, and I threw my head back and released a bucket-load of hot cream inside her mouth.

“Satan,” I hissed as my cum flooded across her tongue in spurts.

The former goddess gently gagged, but as I sprayed every drop of my cream deep inside her mouth, she drank it all, like the obedient Wicca she was now. Then she gently pulled away from my slick cock until a popping sound echoed in the room, and if that wasn’t enough, she ran her tongue all along my cock to just take one more taste.

“Oooooooh,” the beautiful Wiccan purred before she swiped her moist lips and licked her slender fingers. “That tasted absolutely amazing, master. I long for moooooore. Please, master. Do not let this be the end of our night together.”

“Not even close.” I grinned like a hungry wolf. “Tonight, I plan to take you in every way I can. Now… for your next command, I order you to climb onto the bed and spread your legs wide open for me. Don’t be shy. I want to see everything.”

“Yes, master,” Samara purred before she slowly stood up and strutted over toward the bed. “I vow to do whatever you please. My sole purpose now is to serve you and make up for my past sins.”

“And we’ll start with that tonight,” I growled with primal craving, and I could already feel myself growing hard again.

I watched with hungry eyes as the perfectly sculpted beauty slowly crawled over to the bed and laid her vulnerable body before me. Then she placed her head upon the pillows and breathed heavily before she spread her lean legs wide open. Her bright pink folds were glistening with wild desire, and she slowly reached down toward her drenched pussy and was dangerously close to slipping a finger inside her hungry hole.

“Stop,” I ordered with authority ringing in my tone, and Samara pouted as the blood pact froze her in place.

“What’s wrong, master?” she questioned in an innocent voice I’d never heard from her before. “Do you not want me to pleasure myself?”

“Not tonight,” I commanded.