Creation Mage 6 by Dante King (detective books to read txt) 📕

back so it rested against the wall, lifted one leg up, and peered at me from under heavy lids.

I ran my gaze hungrily over her athletic body once more, my eyes stopping at her pussy, which was bedewed with wetness. Leah noticed me looking. Watched me delightedly as I checked her out quite brazenly. Casually, she reached down and spread the pale lips of her box with one hand, revealing the pink insides.

“Are you looking at this, Justin Mauler?”

My cock was throbbing so hard it almost hurt. I reached down and stroked it a little and watched Leah’s eyes rove up and down its length. My balls were tight against the base, tingling with anticipation.

“I guess you’re going to be the star of the show today, huh? We’re going to need to make sure that everything is shipshape with you, is that right?” Leah asked. She cocked her other leg up so that she was in a froggy squat and opened herself wider.

I smiled slowly. I already knew Leah had a filthy side of her personality, but it looked very much like it was about to get a real airing.

I took a step toward her, my dick still in my hand.

Leah rubbed herself, teasing her clit. She slipped a finger inside her box, then another. She moaned.

“Come on then, honeybun, let’s make sure that Gertrude hasn’t been pulling your leg,” she said.

I stepped in front of her. I waited for a second, thinking that Leah might take the lead as was her tendency, but the Chaos Mage just laughed and tugged at her nipples.

“That’s how it’s going to be, is it?” I asked.

Leah made a face and shrugged theatrically.

Unable to contain my rampant lust anymore, I grabbed Leah by her bubblegum pink hair and thrust my cock into her mouth. She gagged, and I pulled it out, leaving a long strand of saliva connecting her lips to my rod.

“That’s the spirit!” Leah gasped, her eyes watering. “I want it rough. Give it to me rough, Creation Mage!”

I stuck my cock into Leah’s keen mouth again and started to face-fuck her, making sure that each push hit the back of her throat. I kept this up for a minute or so, allowing Leah to catch her breath when she needed. Then I pulled my member out of her mouth and shoved her face into my groin. Leah took the hint and started to tongue and suck my balls, stuffing my tight sack into her mouth and slurping on them like the keenest, most disreputable prostitute there ever was.

“You filthy Chaosbane slut,” I gasped as I felt her darting tongue flick over my nuts and the base of my knob. “What would Aunt Ruth say about this, do you think?”

Leah stood up abruptly and kissed me—her mouth and face and chin slick with her own saliva—and our tongues stabbed each other in a frenzy.

“She’d probably say I was doing it all wrong,” Leah grunted. “She’s a Chaosbane, after all. People say we can be a cocky bunch.”

“Never,” I said.

“Are we even going to fuck then?” Leah purred at me, her hand around my shaft. “Or are we just going to stand around here talking about my naughty aunt?”

“Gods, you’re a bit demanding today, aren’t you?” I replied. “We need to get Aunt Ruth to teach you some manners.”

I spun her about and slapped her hard on the ass. Leah gasped loudly. I bent her over so that her hands were propped on the shallow stone ledge of the windowsill.

Outside the lead-paned window, the clouds and sun were still battling for supremacy over the sky. A couple of blackbirds flapped past the window, perhaps hurrying to find some nice snug corner before it started snowing again.

I could see Leah’s hand between her legs, working feverishly away at her pussy.

“Open your bloody legs,” I ordered her.

The Chaos Mage obeyed.

“Now, spread your cheeks,” Mallory butted in.

I had almost forgotten Mallory was in the room with us. I motioned to Leah, however, and Leah followed Mallory’s instructions, showing off her sublime love box and little puckered butthole.

I leaned down and started to lap hungrily at her opening. My tongue probed with no real finesse at the holiest of holies. Every now and again, I flicked it as fast as I could across her engorged clit. My nose was pressed into Leah’s ass crack—pressed all the harder because Leah had reached back and squashed my face into it.

I pulled back and, stiffening my tongue, started to stab at her asshole while I shoved three fingers into her pussy. Leah let loose a giggling moan, then long deep animal groans of pleasure.

I stood up, finger fucking Leah harder and harder until her face was pressed up to the stone façade of the bedchamber wall. She moaned and panted.

With no warning, I slipped my cock deep into her vajayjay, so hard that Leah cried out with pleasure.

“Yes,” she panted. “Yes, yes, yes, yes. Fuck me like a fucking animal. Come on. Yes. Like a fucking whore!”

I closed my eyes and lost myself, as the red dam of desire rose, burst, and flooded over me. My balls slapped against Leah’s pussy as I fucked her from behind, the noise echoing loudly in the Inscriber’s stone bedchamber.

I was sweating. And hot. I fumbled with the window to let a little cooling breeze in. I pulled my cock out of Leah’s slot with a sucking noise. Then I sat down on the edge of Gertrude’s narrow bed and pushed Leah’s head down so that she could suck her juices off the end of my prick.

Leah’s hair was all over her face and her eyes were streaming from the throat fucking I gave her before.

“Spit on it,” I said. Leah did, covering my whole shaft in slimy