again.
I laugh. “You’re telling me the big bad wolf has been bested by a bra?”
Torrez smiles at my teasing challenge and then rips the bra off me in one quick pull. “Not anymore,” he tells me with a smirk.
“You fucking prick,” I yell at him and push off against the wall with my good arm in an effort to unpin myself. “You did not just do that after I told you not to!” I try to push him away from me, needing adequate distance so I can yell at him, but he fights to keep me pinned. I ignore how much I like that and focus on my outrage over the battered garment that’s been flung to the ground. We wrestle back and forth, me gaining some space between us, and him slamming me back against the wall and pressing into me.
I realize I’ve been duped into thinking I’m going to gain the upper hand, when I shimmy up high on the wall and try to kick out at Torrez. He simply smiles the epitome of a wolfish grin, grabs my leg, puts his big hands under my ass and pulls my center right to his face. He nuzzles my wet panties and sniffs deeply.
I slap his arm. “Quit being fucking weird,” I growl at him and then bite back a moan when the tip of his nose circles my needy clit.
He brings one hand out from where it’s supporting me high upon the wall and grabs the side of my panties and rips them off too. This motherfucker better believe he’s buying me new underwear. Torrez latches onto my clit and starts to suck on it, and all thoughts of underwear shopping go flying out of my sex-hazed brain.
I crack my head against the log wall when I throw it back to shout out a “fuck yes!” Torrez eats, sucks, and licks me like he’s trying to win a pie eating contest, and my pussy is the pie. And not just any pie, like the best pie he’s ever tasted, and he’s determined that no morsel should be left behind. I come so hard that I unashamedly grab Torrez by the back of his neck and grind against his greedy mouth as I ride out my orgasm. He growls in approval, and the vibration of it sends me up and over into another orgasm that leaves me jelly-like and has me practically melting into the wall with satisfaction.
Torrez slides my body down his, and I realize he’s still completely dressed. I’m two orgasms in and blissed out, and I haven’t even managed to get him naked yet. I reach for his shirt and pull it off, needing to feel his warm skin against mine immediately. I hurry to unbutton his pants, ignoring the twinge it causes in my shoulder and forearm. I push them down his hips, and his erection springs out like an aggressive beacon of promised pleasure. I blame my post-orgasm brain, because the next thing I know, I’m kissing the tip of Torrez’s cock and thanking it in advance for what it’s about to do.
“Did you just thank my cock?” Torrez asks on a choked laugh.
I pause for a minute and try to come up with some logical explanation for what I just did, but there just isn’t one.
“I did,” I admit as I straighten up to admire my handiwork.
Naked Torrez is a feast for the eyes. Silky bronze skin, muscles for days, a smattering of black chest hair that trails down to a cock apparently worthy of worship. My mouth and vagina water as I take him in. He stands proudly, an amused smile on his face, happy for me to eye fuck him for as long as I want. He trails a finger down the runes on my sternum, and my nipples get even harder at the soft touch.
“Turn around, my Witch, and face the wall.”
I spend about three milliseconds debating if I’m going to fight his command, but who am I kidding, I’m fucking dripping I’m so into what’s happening right now. So I do as I’m told and turn to face the wall, delicious anticipation unfurling in my stomach. Torrez pushes all my hair over my right shoulder and skims his lips over the runes on the top of my left shoulder. Sentinel magic flashes to life on my arms, and Torrez tenses for a moment.
“It’s okay,” I reassure him. “It’s part of completing the bond. It won’t hurt.”
I reach back and