“Lick me until I tell you to stop.”

Matilda threw her legs over the mortal man’s shoulders, laughing as she tossed her long dark hair over her shoulders. The human didn’t seem to be bothered by the crude instructions, but why would he? Matilda knew she had cast just the right spell to make the man’s meat thicker and tongue longer, and she planned to ride both into a witch’s brew of ecstasy.

Just one of the many joys of fucking her own concoctions, she knew what was in store because she’d orchestrated the whole thing, planned it right down to every stroke. It was why she loved being a sexually charged little she-devil with enough of her own natural beauty to lure in any man who had the initial equipment she needed.

The boy-toy’s hands grabbed her firm ass bringing her closer. Matilda arched her back in eager anticipation as his tongue entered her center with a slick swipe, penetrating further into her core. It was what she wanted. Precisely as she’d planned, but she’d over-estimated her own stamina. Something she did a lot lately. Grabbing onto his thick curly head, Matilda screamed out.

“Fuck no. Not like that! I’m coming you…you…you…oh shit. Lick baby! Lick…” Her hips closed tighter giving the man between her legs a squeeze he’d probably never forget.

One ripple took her and then another and then another. Her eyes were closed tightly when she saw his image. They bulged open in shock.

“Oh, hell no. It can’t be. It’s not time yet.” She rolled to the side and closed her eyes again.
 

“Something I did?” The man who had tongue-fucked her with such skill sat Indian style on the bed.

“Just forget about it.” Matilda stared into space.
 

She wanted to dismiss him but couldn’t. His hard cock pleaded with one eye keenly focused on her. Craving the strength that it promised to deliver, Matilda cursed out loud.

“What the hell? You’re here and I can’t think about another slice of beefcake now.”
 

“What are you talking about?”

Matilda ignored the question.
 

“I said never mind.” She rolled her eyes and straddled the man who seemed willing to stick around for more sexual exploration.

Sliding her wet sex over him, she took his cock in one fast move, pulling it into her heat. She sat firmly on her homemade-man and thought about the spell she’d put on him. He eyed her like he didn’t know what to do.

Did she have to do everything?

“Fuck, dumbass. Fuck!”

His hips began to move under her and she sat firm. She’d always wondered what kind of orgasm she’d have if she resisted the urge to get into the act. The macho prick below her could satisfy her every need. His rod was delivering everything she’d thought about as she’d mixed up the bewitching potion only moments before she’d given him his cocktail.
 

She’d picked him up in a club. She knew who he was and heard other young women speak of his extraordinary skills. Of course, now that she’d seen the image of the man who’d become her fate, she sat on top of the completely erect boy-toy finding her energy and desire gone with one mental clip of her blending mate.

And the fucker below her was coming. His moans were loud and the bed shook violently. Matilda knew his world was moving. She’d arranged for him to have an earth-shattering experience, but for her, achieving an orgasm was suddenly out of the question. His hips were still rising to meet her when she moved off of him.