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Chapter Seven
Allie

Driving wasn’t doing much to get my arousal under control,
and I’d been seriously tempted to pull to the side of the road and beg Dylan to
fuck me right here in the front seat of my car. The fact that Dylan was the man
about to end my long abstinence streak had me squirming in my seat at every
stoplight. When I pulled through the gates at the entrance of Dylan’s housing
development, I wasn’t surprised to learn that Dylan lived in one of the more
prestigious witch communities. Witches tended to be successful in many areas of
the business world.

Dylan’s house had a four-car garage and probably at least
five bedrooms. Not huge, but nothing like my two bedroom apartment. When I
parked on the street, Dylan frowned and walked over to my car.

“There’s space in the garage,” he said as I opened my car
door.

“I’d prefer to park out here,” I insisted.

I could see from his expression he wanted to argue, but he
must have figured it wasn’t worth it because he mouthed something, and the
garage door closed. It always amazed me the simple things witches used spells
for. He held out a hand and smiled. “Let’s get you inside before I forget all
the reasons I shouldn’t go down on you in the front seat of your car.”

My nipples instantly hardened at his words, and I wasn’t
sure I could come up with a good reason for him not to go down on me in the
front seat of my car. Oh, yeah, people watching and possibly calling the police
might be a distraction. Of course, I was already wound so tightly, I could
easily climax before the police got here. No! I forced my mind away from those
thoughts. Surely, I could wait until we got into the house.

“First, I need to put my shoes on,” I said, my voice husky
with my own arousal. “I can’t drive in them.” After fastening the last strap on
my shoe, I looked up to find Dylan still watching me. There he stood, arms
crossed in front of his broad chest, and my eyes literally devoured him.

Climbing out of the car, I grabbed my purse and walked
toward the house with Dylan at my side. Even though we weren’t touching, the
heat radiating from his body was making me so hot and achy I could barely walk.

As soon as Dylan opened the front door, he pulled me toward
him, and this time, he wasn’t teasing me like he had at Trevor’s. This time,
his mouth angled over mine and he kissed me. One hand moved to my hip, bringing
me closer, as his tongue stroked mine, sending fire racing through me. Dylan’s
kiss was dominant and all consuming, just like him, and I felt completely lost
in the sensations his touch elicited.

When Dylan moved me into the house, I had no idea, but I
suddenly found myself pinned against the wall by his large body. I tried to
slip one hand between us to stroke him through his pants, but he caught both of
my wrists and pinned them against the wall beside my head.

“Don’t fucking move,” he said against my mouth.

“Please, let me touch you,” I panted out, because I was
desperate to wrap my hands around the thick length of him. I had been since I’d
first felt his erection pressed against me.

“Not yet,” he said, flashing a wicked grin. “Don’t worry,
sweetheart. I promise you’ll get to touch me soon.”

That cocky grin should annoy me because I hated cocky men,
but it looked good on Dylan. What was I saying? Everything looked good on
Dylan.

Dropping to his knees in front of me, Dylan reached for the
fastenings on my shoes. “Let’s get these off of you. As sexy as they are, I
don’t want you to lose your balance.”

I nodded and watched as he helped me out of my shoes, which
was kind of awkward with me standing with my hands against the wall. Then he
stood to face me again. I moved my hands from the wall to reach for him, but
Dylan grabbed my wrists and put them beside my head again.

“Keep your hands right here,” he said as he released my
wrists and kissed his way along my collarbone. “I don’t want to see these wrist
cuffs leave the wall. Am I making myself clear?”

All I could do was nod because I was too turned on to speak.
Even when I’d first come into my succubus powers, I’d always been the one in
control, but Dylan taking charge made me so hot, I couldn’t hold back my
whimper of desire.

Reaching around my back, Dylan pulled my body forward just
enough to unzip my dress and let it fall to the floor. There we stood, Dylan
fully clothed and me in nothing but wrist cuffs and a red lace thong.

“I was betting on no panties,” Dylan murmured as he stroked
the fabric of my panties. “Considering how wet you are, it’s probably a good
thing you had these on.”

My only response was a moan as he continued to run his
finger along my panties in a feather light touch that did nothing to relieve
the terrible ache between my legs. When I reached down and grasped his wrist to
try to increase the pressure, his gaze snapped up to mine.

“You aren’t very good at taking orders, sweetheart. I guess
I’ll have to make sure you obey.” His rich voice and the naughty threat made me
press my thighs together to try to ease the almost unbearable ache. Standing,
Dylan grabbed my wrists and pinned them beside my head again. “Don’t move your
hands from this wall until I give you permission,” he said, and I felt the
magical bonds slide across my wrists.

When I tried to move my hands, they wouldn’t budge. Trapped
against the wall, almost completely naked while Dylan was still dressed, made
me feel vulnerable. Somehow, that vulnerability aroused me even more, and I was
ready to beg for release.

“Do you like being tied up?” he asked as he toyed with one
of my nipples.

“I’ve never been tied up before tonight,” I admitted,
somewhat embarrassed at how vanilla my sex life had been.

Dylan looked surprised, but then some unreadable expression
came over his face. His eyes darkened, and he groaned. Pulling aside my
panties, he slid one finger inside of me. There was no controlling the
involuntary rocking of my hips as I moved against Dylan’s finger and struggled
to get my clit in contact with any part of his arm. Sensing my need, he licked
one of his fingers before stroking it along my clit. I was so close, and
desperate to come, but I needed more. I needed Dylan.

“Please, Dylan. I can’t take any more.” My eyes closed, and
I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying out.

“Yes, you can,” he assured me.

“You don’t understand,” I said desperately. “I’m a succubus.
I need you to be here with me, at least this first time.”

Dylan looked torn; his tongue ran across his lower lip as he
stared at his finger, which was still moving in and out of me. “Fine, but after
I fuck you, I’m going to suckle that sweet pussy of yours until you scream.”

Those words nearly made my knees buckle, and I couldn’t hold
back my moan. The silky glide of the magical bonds slipping from my wrists was
strange and intense. I could only imagine how they’d feel without the cuffs
blocking the sensation.

Without a word, Dylan scooped me up in his arms and carried
me up the stairs to his bedroom. After setting me on the king size bed, he
stripped off my panties before moving to the bedside table where he shoved my
panties into the same drawer he removed a condom from. Returning to the foot of
the bed, his gaze traveled up my body until our eyes met. “You’re so fucking
beautiful,” he said, simply staring at me.

“Take your clothes off, Dylan,” I said, propping myself up
on my elbows to get a better view of him. “I’ve waited long enough to see you
naked.”

Dylan kicked off his shoes before stripping off the shirt,
and I let out a little moan of appreciation at the sight of his torso. With
very little hair on his chest, I was able to see every contour of his sinewy
muscles. His dark nipples hardened under my appraisal, and I licked my lips,
imagining running my tongue over them before working my way down to the line of
hair disappearing into his jeans.

Dylan’s hand reached for his belt buckle, slowly undoing it,
teasing me. Finally, he undid his pants and slid them off, along with his
boxers.

“Wow,” I said, not caring how lame that sounded. I was
looking forward to exploring every contour of his perfect body
tonight—especially his magnificent cock. It wasn’t just long, it was thick, and
I could already imagine it stretching me in a way I’d feel for days. Watching
him slide the condom on made me long to run my hands across the bare skin
before he covered it.

I expected Dylan’s movements to be frenzied, since he was
clearly as aroused as I was, but he had a gentle, controlled quality about him.
He climbed onto the bed, settling himself between my legs, while I enjoyed the
way his muscles rippled as he moved into place. He was sleek, like some jungle
cat, and if he didn’t fuck me soon, I might scream. Then again, I had a feeling
I’d be screaming soon after he entered me.

“From the moment I saw you walk across Trevor’s living room,
I knew I had to have you,” he murmured, positioning the head of his penis at my
entrance. “I’m going to make sure this is a night you never forget,” he said as
he slid into me.

My body tightened, contracting around him, and I found
myself nearly coming undone from that one thrust.

“You’re so tight and wet,” he groaned, sounding almost like
he was in pain.

“Dylan,” I moaned, unable to manage a coherent sentence. I
had no words to express what I needed, but Dylan knew without words. Rocking
his pelvis, he put just the right pressure on my sensitive clit, making me
whimper with need as I uttered unintelligible words. He continued the
torturously slow rocking pace, while I clawed at his ass to bring him closer.

It was too much and not enough all at the same time.

“I’m so close,” I panted out.

“Come for me,” he groaned as he rolled his hips against me.
My body tightened around him.

“Oh, Goddess!” I screamed. “Oh, Dylan!” My orgasm was so
intense it was near painful, but Dylan didn’t slow down as I came around his
dick. Instead, he changed tactics and began to move in and out of my body in
steady strokes. As my brain became less fuzzy, I found myself clawing at his shoulders
and lifting my hips to get more contact.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he asked with a grin, leaning
forward to brush his lips against the pulse on my neck. “You need something
from me?”

“Fuck me harder!” I demanded and bit his shoulder to get my
point across.

Dylan growled low in his throat, and I watched his eyes
darken as his self-control vanished. With a soft curse, Dylan pulled out and
flipped me over, positioning me so I was on my elbows and knees. Then he
slammed into me from behind so hard, I almost fell forward. His thrusts
continued at a near violent pace.

One hand reached forward and fisted in my hair as he
continued to slam hard and fast into my body. My second orgasm was so close; I
could already feel my body coiling tighter in anticipation. This time would be
even better. This time, I would feel his orgasm, as well.

“Not yet,” Dylan said, and I had no clue if he was talking
to me or himself, but he suddenly slowed his pace, trying to draw out our
pleasure.

My succubus side wasn’t having it. Reaching for my muted
succubus powers, I allowed them to flow from me and wrap around Dylan’s body,
careful not to draw on his energy. I was rewarded with a desperate groan as
Dylan struggled to stay in control, but I already knew he’d lose that struggle.

“Fuck,” Dylan muttered as his fingers dug into my hips, and
he slammed into my body almost ruthlessly. All I heard were the sounds of our
desperate joining and my own screams as I came hard, spasming around Dylan’s
cock. Distantly, I heard Dylan calling out my name and telling me how perfect I
was.

Sated and sleepy, I collapsed on the bed with a contented
sigh.

Chapter Eight
Dylan

“Keep those beautiful eyes open a little longer,” I coaxed
Allie as I rolled her onto her back and slid down her body. I had every
intention of following through with my promise to pleasure her with my mouth.
The scent of her arousal wrapped around me, and I inhaled deeply as I lifted
her legs over my shoulders, wondering if the way her scent drew me to her was a
succubus thing. I’d never heard of anything like that, and something told me it
was just Allie.

“You don’t have to do that,” Allie told me, with a shy
smile.

I wasn’t sure if I wanted to laugh or ask her what kind of
idiots she’d been with in the past. While I knew some guys considered going
down on a woman just foreplay to get her in the mood, I loved having a woman’s
hot pussy spasm around my tongue as she came undone. “Yeah, I know I don’t have
to do this, but I want to. I wasn’t happy having to wait to taste your pussy
earlier.”

Allie giggled—not the reaction I was looking for by any
stretch of the imagination.

“I’m sorry to say this, but you’ve ruined pussy for me,” she
said when she saw my confusion. “In fact, I may never be able to hear that word
without thinking about the ridiculous ways you used it to win the bet.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “You are nothing like I expected
a succubus to be.”

She snorted. “I just let you take me home from a party and
have your way with me. That seems like succubus behavior to me.”

“I expected you to be all about pleasure, trying to get me
to do more,” I admitted and then realized I sounded like a dick when I put it
that way. “I also didn’t expect you to tell me I didn’t need to go down on
you.”

“Guys usually figure they have it made when a succubus is
involved because it means they don’t have to do much to get us into bed,” she
explained. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m a succubus so sex is almost always good. If
my partner comes, so do I. Most women aren’t that lucky.”

I had the strong desire to keep Allie in my bed until I’d
wiped out the memory of every asshole she’d ever slept with. I only wanted her
to remember the pleasure I gave her.

“Let me taste you,” I murmured. The scent of her arousal
called to me, threatening to strip away what little self-control I had around
this woman.

Slipping my hands under her perfect ass, I lifted her hips
off the bed slightly, bringing her up to my mouth. Slowly moving my tongue
around her opening, I was rewarded with a needy whimper as she tried to move
her hips to get closer. I loved the way she struggled helplessly to get more
contact with my tongue as I stroked along the side of her clit before repeating
the process on the other side. Her taste was even better than I’d imagined, and
I was dying to feast on her and drown in her pleasure.

After mouthing the words to the spell, I blew along her
sweet pussy, and she squealed as my unnaturally hot breath moved over her
sensitive flesh, licking at her like a dozen tongues.

“What did you do?” she asked on a moan.

“It’s a special spell I created,” I said, giving in to the
temptation to flick my tongue across the tip of her clit before sucking it.

“Oh, Dylan,” she moaned as the spell moved along her clit
while I sucked it into my mouth. Her taste was so fucking arousing that my dick
was already stirring again.

Encouraged by the way she was trying to press closer to my
mouth, and the mewling sounds she was making, I continued to lick her clit as
the spell’s intensity increased, moving around her clit faster as she moaned
and writhed, helplessly caught up in her own intense need. This was the first
time I’d tried this particular spell, and I was happy with the results.

I sensed she was close to coming by her frantic whimpers,
and I plunged my tongue inside of her, fucking her with it, as the spell
continued to work her clit. With her hips thrusting against my face, and her
body tightening around my tongue, I was painfully aroused again.

Allie’s sweet release was like nothing I’d ever experienced,
and I knew then it could easily become an addiction. Allie screamed and her ass
tightened in my hands as her orgasm pulsed around my tongue.

When she finally relaxed, I settled her back onto the bed.
My cock was fully erect and dying to be buried inside her again. She looked so
peaceful with her eyes closed and that sweet satisfied smile on her face that I
wasn’t sure I should disturb her. “I should let you get some sleep,” I said,
brushing my lips across hers.

Allie’s lips curled up in a seductive smile, while her eyes
still held that dazed, almost sleepy quality. “You aren’t going to make me beg
for that wonderfully hard cock of yours, are you?”

I chuckled. “While I do love it when you beg, I’d never deny
you my cock.”

“How about if you show me your shower?” Allie asked. “I’m
feeling very dirty right about now.”

Quickly climbing off the bed, I grabbed a condom and then
scooped Allie up in my arms. “I’m sure you’ll feel even dirtier by the time I
get done with you.”

 

Two hours later, I wasn’t sure I could walk, and Allie looked
even more exhausted than I felt. Pulling her against my body, I kissed the top
of her head. “Get some sleep, sweetheart. When we wake up, I have big plans for
that body of yours.”

“Sounds nice,” was her sleepy reply. “Although, I’m not sure
either of us will be in any condition to move from this bed.”

“I don’t mind keeping you in bed all day,” I said, knowing
I’d be more than ready to have her again after a little rest. “Of course, we
will need to eat. There’s this great place I want to take you for brunch.” I
looked at the time. It was already after five. “We may have to make that
lunch.”

“Lunch?” she asked sleepily, and I wasn’t sure what to make
of her tone. She sounded concerned, but she was asleep before we could discuss
it more.

I stayed like that for quite some time, holding Allie close
while she slept. I had no idea what was going on between us, but we’d have
plenty of time to figure it out when we woke up.

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