She’d planned to seduce him, show him her kinder, gentler side. Show him she could be loving and sweet. Isn't that what most men wanted?
The minute she'd felt his hard-on against her back, however, she'd thrown that plan out the window.
All she knew was hard, rough, and dirty. Now that's all Justin thought she was.
God, he'd been so thick inside her.
Her pussy clenched at the memory.
Knowing that he'd found her attractive and desirable without any spell surprised her.
Sure, she’d considered herself attractive, but there was a lot more to her than a pretty face. An insatiable need to dominate her sex partners, being one of her many surprises.
God, he'd never talk to her again.
She knew what Justin and John thought of her. Before, it didn't matter what people thought. The kiss was her curse. She'd accepted that as her life. She’d never fall in love or be in love, and so she'd shut down that part of her. She’d made sex all about the physical act.
When Justin had looked her in the eye as she straddled him, his dick buried in her cunt, she saw something more than a blank stare of enchantment. Emotions had passed between them. In the end, it had been less about the release and more about the connection.
She unlocked her car and sat inside it for a moment.
Once Justin had untied himself and had a chance to think it over, he'd see she was all wrong for him. Justin wasn't the type to be forced into sexual submission and like it. How many times had he begged to touch her? Begged her to allow him take control?
She was the experiment gone wrong. A road he wouldn't want to go down again. She was sure of it.
* * *
Justin awoke with the mid-day sun bright in his eyes. He rubbed a hand over his face.
Shit.
Last night. Marissa.
He remembered everything. Every last hot, erotic detail.
Whatever she usually did to the men she slept with hadn't worked on him.
Other men . That nailed him in the gut. No matter how much they'd shared last night, how deep they'd gone, the encounter hadn’t been special to her. Why did he let things get that far when he knew what kind of woman she was?
H e knew the answer to that question, though. A man could only take so much teasing and touching before he really did think with his dick.
God, her touching had been electric. He'd never experienced such intimate, intense sex.
He lifted the sheets and peered down at himself. Clearly, one part of him was ready for a second round.
Fuck.
He rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom. As he relieved himself, his cell rang out in the bedroom. He wondered if it was Marissa. His mind flashed to scenes of last night. Her body above his. Each curve perfectly formed. Maybe a little heavy in the hip, but he liked it a little heavier there. The animalistic power in her as she controlled his every move. He never thought that was something he would go for, but with Marissa it seemed right.
He thought of Jana, his ex. Pedestrian sex by comparison. He never knew it could be so intense. Where he lost all reason.
When he picked up his phone later, he saw that it hadn't been Marissa who’d called after all. The bar manager had left him a message about last night’s power problem. Since Justin lived in the same neighborhood, his boss wanted to know if the power had ever come back on.
Disappointment knifed through him.
He needed to talk to Marissa. Why was he different from all of her other conquests? Why did he remember everything?
He pulled on a pair of black jeans and a t-shirt. He had no idea where she lived, but he did know she liked that coffee house down from the pub where she'd bought him a cup of joe. He'd seen her in there before.
It was worth a shot.
* * *
The hot, bitter coffee complimented the sweet muffin perfectly. Although past noon, Marissa had only recently awakened. Living as a witch she had no need of a nine-to-five job. Important things like a house, food, and clothing could be produced in a matter of
The minute she'd felt his hard-on against her back, however, she'd thrown that plan out the window.
All she knew was hard, rough, and dirty. Now that's all Justin thought she was.
God, he'd been so thick inside her.
Her pussy clenched at the memory.
Knowing that he'd found her attractive and desirable without any spell surprised her.
Sure, she’d considered herself attractive, but there was a lot more to her than a pretty face. An insatiable need to dominate her sex partners, being one of her many surprises.
God, he'd never talk to her again.
She knew what Justin and John thought of her. Before, it didn't matter what people thought. The kiss was her curse. She'd accepted that as her life. She’d never fall in love or be in love, and so she'd shut down that part of her. She’d made sex all about the physical act.
When Justin had looked her in the eye as she straddled him, his dick buried in her cunt, she saw something more than a blank stare of enchantment. Emotions had passed between them. In the end, it had been less about the release and more about the connection.
She unlocked her car and sat inside it for a moment.
Once Justin had untied himself and had a chance to think it over, he'd see she was all wrong for him. Justin wasn't the type to be forced into sexual submission and like it. How many times had he begged to touch her? Begged her to allow him take control?
She was the experiment gone wrong. A road he wouldn't want to go down again. She was sure of it.
* * *
Justin awoke with the mid-day sun bright in his eyes. He rubbed a hand over his face.
Shit.
Last night. Marissa.
He remembered everything. Every last hot, erotic detail.
Whatever she usually did to the men she slept with hadn't worked on him.
Other men . That nailed him in the gut. No matter how much they'd shared last night, how deep they'd gone, the encounter hadn’t been special to her. Why did he let things get that far when he knew what kind of woman she was?
H e knew the answer to that question, though. A man could only take so much teasing and touching before he really did think with his dick.
God, her touching had been electric. He'd never experienced such intimate, intense sex.
He lifted the sheets and peered down at himself. Clearly, one part of him was ready for a second round.
Fuck.
He rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom. As he relieved himself, his cell rang out in the bedroom. He wondered if it was Marissa. His mind flashed to scenes of last night. Her body above his. Each curve perfectly formed. Maybe a little heavy in the hip, but he liked it a little heavier there. The animalistic power in her as she controlled his every move. He never thought that was something he would go for, but with Marissa it seemed right.
He thought of Jana, his ex. Pedestrian sex by comparison. He never knew it could be so intense. Where he lost all reason.
When he picked up his phone later, he saw that it hadn't been Marissa who’d called after all. The bar manager had left him a message about last night’s power problem. Since Justin lived in the same neighborhood, his boss wanted to know if the power had ever come back on.
Disappointment knifed through him.
He needed to talk to Marissa. Why was he different from all of her other conquests? Why did he remember everything?
He pulled on a pair of black jeans and a t-shirt. He had no idea where she lived, but he did know she liked that coffee house down from the pub where she'd bought him a cup of joe. He'd seen her in there before.
It was worth a shot.
* * *
The hot, bitter coffee complimented the sweet muffin perfectly. Although past noon, Marissa had only recently awakened. Living as a witch she had no need of a nine-to-five job. Important things like a house, food, and clothing could be produced in a matter of
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