Her taste was bliss—her cries, the scent of her dark hair, the way she moaned with each swirl of his tongue. What a gift he’d been given with this sorceress! Impulses warred. He wanted to suckle her for hours, to lick her sex and taste the orgasms he’d wrung from her. He wanted her pale hands gripping his cock, her red lips sealing around it as he thrust. To feed his length inside her . . . inch by throbbing inch.
