kate storm 04 - witches dont back down by meredith allen conner Page A
Authors: meredith allen conner
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leaving me in my support bra.
I had a brief moment's recognition that I was sitting on Ash's lap. Things tend to bunch up a bit when I sit. Things like my stomach.
I lowered my hands, planning to hold them in front of my bunched bits.
Ash said, "Take it off."
His amber-swirled eyes were locked onto my large breasts so I knew just what he meant.
I promptly forgot about skin bunching and reached behind me to undo the hooks.
Support bras are not meant for sissies.
They are made of heavy duty material with strategic seams and underwire and the hooks are powerful pieces of hardware.
They're designed to hold a witch in and up.
The moment I released the hooks my breasts swung out and downward.
Ash reached up. He cupped my breasts with his big hands, lifting them back up. He leaned forward, wrapped his firm lips around a nipple and started to suck.
I was surrounded with hellfire. Lost in sensation. Caught in a rising tide of pure wanton desire.
I pushed Ash's head wrap off and slid my fingers into his silky hair, kneading his scalp like a cat.
He tugged harder on my nipple, creating pulses in my womb. Pulses that tightened and spiraled closer and closer together.
I would have worried I was getting way ahead of the game, except I was sitting in Ash's lap.
His cock was hard and pressed insistently between my legs.
But I wanted more.
So I grabbed his horns.
Ash's demon horns are not very large. They're about the size of a half-dollar at the base, pewter grey and a few inches long. They're smooth and slightly cool to the touch.
And it drives Ash crazy when I touch them.
Demon horns are a totally erogenous zone.
I pumped my hands slowly up and down, wiggling my ass over his cock at the same time.
Ash let go of my nipple. "Kate," he warned.
I ran my tongue over my lower lip, smiled slowly and pumped again.
That did it.
Ash lifted me, caught the back of my jeans in his hand and yanked downward. Ripping the material as he went.
Like I said, Ash is very, very strong. He could easily hurt me if he wasn't careful.
Ash was always careful with me. Even during the times when he wasn't quite as careful.
He moved his hand to the front of my jeans and ripped the seam there as well. Leaving me with jean chaps and my ass and V totally exposed.
Ash put his hand between my legs, moving and jerking his hand, but never touching me where I wanted him to. Where I so desperately needed him to.
I was ready to yank on his horns when I felt the brush of something hard, hot, smooth and very broad.
I knew what that was. One of my favorite parts of Ash's body.
Ash had been undoing his pants.
I used to think Ash's cock was too big. And a bit scary.
He has a ring of hard nubs around the tip of his cock. At first sight, they're slightly intimidating.
Different.
Now I know they're meant to rub and generally drive a witch crazy.
I couldn't wait to go crazy.
Ash wasn't too big for me. He was perfect for me. And I was perfect for him.
Ash started to lower me down.
I didn't need any more foreplay. I'd been wet since the moment he flamed up.
The head of his cock hit me just off center. Ash shifted my body and the moment he was in position, he pulled me down hard.
I think I screamed. I'm not really sure.
My world exploded in color and feeling. Mini fireworks went off behind my eyelids.
"Open your eyes, Kate. Look at me."
I opened my eyes, but my eyelids slid shut again. The pleasure so intense, any additional stimulation to my senses was hard to process. It took several tries, but I finally got my eyes to stay open.
Ash's eyes swirled with amber sparks.
"Promise me, Kate. Promise me you'll tell me when something bad happens." Ash moved one hand up my spine and under my curls. He cupped the back of my head with his big hand and pulled my head back so I was looking directly at him. So there wouldn't be any misunderstanding. "You're not alone anymore. You don't have to fight every battle by yourself. Let me in."
Sweet Glinda, he
I had a brief moment's recognition that I was sitting on Ash's lap. Things tend to bunch up a bit when I sit. Things like my stomach.
I lowered my hands, planning to hold them in front of my bunched bits.
Ash said, "Take it off."
His amber-swirled eyes were locked onto my large breasts so I knew just what he meant.
I promptly forgot about skin bunching and reached behind me to undo the hooks.
Support bras are not meant for sissies.
They are made of heavy duty material with strategic seams and underwire and the hooks are powerful pieces of hardware.
They're designed to hold a witch in and up.
The moment I released the hooks my breasts swung out and downward.
Ash reached up. He cupped my breasts with his big hands, lifting them back up. He leaned forward, wrapped his firm lips around a nipple and started to suck.
I was surrounded with hellfire. Lost in sensation. Caught in a rising tide of pure wanton desire.
I pushed Ash's head wrap off and slid my fingers into his silky hair, kneading his scalp like a cat.
He tugged harder on my nipple, creating pulses in my womb. Pulses that tightened and spiraled closer and closer together.
I would have worried I was getting way ahead of the game, except I was sitting in Ash's lap.
His cock was hard and pressed insistently between my legs.
But I wanted more.
So I grabbed his horns.
Ash's demon horns are not very large. They're about the size of a half-dollar at the base, pewter grey and a few inches long. They're smooth and slightly cool to the touch.
And it drives Ash crazy when I touch them.
Demon horns are a totally erogenous zone.
I pumped my hands slowly up and down, wiggling my ass over his cock at the same time.
Ash let go of my nipple. "Kate," he warned.
I ran my tongue over my lower lip, smiled slowly and pumped again.
That did it.
Ash lifted me, caught the back of my jeans in his hand and yanked downward. Ripping the material as he went.
Like I said, Ash is very, very strong. He could easily hurt me if he wasn't careful.
Ash was always careful with me. Even during the times when he wasn't quite as careful.
He moved his hand to the front of my jeans and ripped the seam there as well. Leaving me with jean chaps and my ass and V totally exposed.
Ash put his hand between my legs, moving and jerking his hand, but never touching me where I wanted him to. Where I so desperately needed him to.
I was ready to yank on his horns when I felt the brush of something hard, hot, smooth and very broad.
I knew what that was. One of my favorite parts of Ash's body.
Ash had been undoing his pants.
I used to think Ash's cock was too big. And a bit scary.
He has a ring of hard nubs around the tip of his cock. At first sight, they're slightly intimidating.
Different.
Now I know they're meant to rub and generally drive a witch crazy.
I couldn't wait to go crazy.
Ash wasn't too big for me. He was perfect for me. And I was perfect for him.
Ash started to lower me down.
I didn't need any more foreplay. I'd been wet since the moment he flamed up.
The head of his cock hit me just off center. Ash shifted my body and the moment he was in position, he pulled me down hard.
I think I screamed. I'm not really sure.
My world exploded in color and feeling. Mini fireworks went off behind my eyelids.
"Open your eyes, Kate. Look at me."
I opened my eyes, but my eyelids slid shut again. The pleasure so intense, any additional stimulation to my senses was hard to process. It took several tries, but I finally got my eyes to stay open.
Ash's eyes swirled with amber sparks.
"Promise me, Kate. Promise me you'll tell me when something bad happens." Ash moved one hand up my spine and under my curls. He cupped the back of my head with his big hand and pulled my head back so I was looking directly at him. So there wouldn't be any misunderstanding. "You're not alone anymore. You don't have to fight every battle by yourself. Let me in."
Sweet Glinda, he
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