One Wicked Night

Lisa IV

I see Mark squint at me and I know something is processing through his mind. He glances at me and then down toward his cock.
"Oh, you want me to play?" I say leaning into his cock. I flick my tongue over his slit making him moan.
"Mmmm, you're all mine," I say leaning in further and running my tongue over his balls. His breath hitches.
"Mmmm, you like that?" I grab his shaft and slide my mouth over the tip of his hard cock, swirling my tongue. Lowering my head, fully taking him into my mouth, squeezing the base of his shaft. I feel his cock swell in my mouth and hear him groan. He tastes good, he tastes like my Mark. My pussy warms. With a slow pace, my mouth slides over his thick cock, simultaneously using my hand to stroke him. He feels good in my mouth, I love being in control. All of my hard work with the craft has paid off, the spell is holding strong. My incantation worked just as I wanted.

I come up for a breath and gaze into his dark eyes, my hand still stroking. He growls, making my entire body blush. Pleasure radiates from his eyes. I no longer see hate— the groans must stem from bliss. I look at him and smile. My hand releases, my mouth taking over—feverishly sucking his cock. My pussy aches for him to be inside me, I taste his pre-cum. My pace quickens, his cock hitting the back of my throat. My eyes water so I ease up so I don't gag.

However, I know he'd like that so I make myself gag, raise my head, and look at him so he can see my eyes tearing. Saliva pouring over my lips, I force my mouth back over his cock, sucking him hard and then purposefully scrape his cock with my back molars.
I lift my head and smile at him, seeing tension in his eyes.
"It's ok puppy, calm down," I say petting his stomach.