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

“Then what would you have me do?” she asked. “Name it, and it shall be done.”

“Spread those legs even wider and then use your hands to widen that pretty pussy of yours,” I ordered. “I want to see deep inside you.”

“As you wish, master,” Samara agreed, and the hunger in her eyes intensified.

I breathed heavily as the former goddess did exactly what she was told, and when I saw the silky, pink folds already bright and swollen with craving, arousal whizzed through my body like a brewing storm. I knew I needed to have her body connected with mine, and soon. The wait was killing me, but the foreplay was also tantalizingly delicious.

I finally inched closer to the bed as my cock became erect once more, and I took my time before I crawled toward her open legs.

My eyes never left hers as I slowly placed my head in between her plush thighs and stuck my tongue deep inside her sweet insides. She moaned softly as I pleasured her in every way possible, and after I fucked her gently with my tongue, I nibbled and licked her sweet spot. My touch made her gasp in shock and pleasure, like her body was just struck with lightning, and the golden-haired witch jerked her body upward and squealed with desire as I flicked my tongue faster and harder against her clit.

“M-Master,” she said, and the insides of her thighs were trembling. “I-I’ve never felt anything like this before… your touch feels like the most incredible feeling in all the worlds, both holy and unholy. I don’t think I’ll ever be able to have enough! Please, don’t ever s-s-stooooop!”

“Is that so?” I asked after I pulled away and looked at her with a smile. “Then, if that’s the case, get down on your hands and knees and offer yourself up to me.”

“What are you going to do--” she began, but then I reached over and placed a finger on her wet lips.

“Don’t ask questions,” I grunted before I roughly pressed my mouth against hers.

Samara moaned as our tongues snaked together, and I reached down to plunge my fingers deep inside her sopping pussy. Her body jerked as I began to finger fuck her brains out, and her moans quickly grew louder. Her kiss became more demanding, too, as the sound of her wet pussy and my fingers sawing in and out of her folds echoed in the bedroom.

Finally, we pulled away for air, and Samara squealed and tossed back her head. When I looked at her, her eyes were squeezed shut, and her lips were curled into an O. She was red-faced and too close to an orgasm, but I didn’t want her to cum unless it was on my terms, so I pulled out of her opening. When I was no longer inside her, she opened her eyes and stared at me with worship and wild longing.

“Oh, master,” she moaned before she bit down on her lip. “What are you going to do to me? I can’t wait.”

“Then get on all fours as I asked,” I grunted, and by now, I couldn’t wait to slip deep inside her. “Don’t make me tell you again because if I have to, you won’t receive my reward.”

“I wouldn’t be able to handle that,” Samara pouted, but she quickly got to her knees and positioned herself as I asked. “Like this, master?”

“Exactly,” I growled as I stared at her full ass and wet folds. “Now, arch your back lower, and when I’m deep inside you, you may scream as loud as you want.”

“Yes, m-master,” Samara said in a quivering voice, and I knew she was both nervous and eager for my full cock to penetrate her. “I’m ready.”

Before I slipped deep into her desperate tunnel, I batted my cock along her red-hot pussy, and each time I dared to slide my tip into her wet hole, she moaned and pleaded for more.

“Do you want me?” I snarled before I grabbed the sides of her hips and dug my nails into her skin. “Tell me how much you want me to fuck your newly restored Wicca brains out.”

“More than anything,” she squealed, and her hands were already bunching the sheets. “The spot between my legs is pulsating with desire, and if I can’t have you, I won’t know what to do. Please, I beg you to fuck me and make my body yours.”

“Who’s your master?” I growled. “Who do you serve?”

“You, Cole,” she mewled as she writhed against the bed. “I live to serve you and our dark lord Satan. Take me, master…. pleeeeeeeease.”

“Very well,” I chuckled before I slipped my cock deep inside her sopping opening.

The two of us groaned with instant pleasure and blood-boiling satisfaction as I ventured deeper inside her. I wasted no time before I began to gently saw in and out of her silky tunnel, and with each thrust, she moaned and tossed back her head. She gasped and groaned as I bucked my hips faster, and when my balls slapped against her skin, she gasped and screamed for more.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck!” the former elder goddess moaned with delight. “S-Satan, if I had known this was what it would feel like to be under your pact and touch, I would have succumbed myself to you sooner.”

“Oh, yeah?” I teased before I reached over and wrapped my hand around her throat. “How does it feel to be under my total control? You know I can do whatever the hell I want with you.”

“I-I’d never felt anything so amazing before,” she stammered, and her body was beginning to rock wildly against mine. “I-I can’t get enough. Ooooooh, fuck, yes, just like that! Fuuuuuuuuck! Fuck me, master!”

“To be honest,” I said in between rough thrusts. “Neither can I. Fuck… you feel so tight and hot.”