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She needs all of us. That’s as clear as day.
But I guess after having so little for so long, having what you need feels like gluttony.
But seeing her up there splayed out over Drago’s cock has both Jonah and me wishing for another round. And since Drago’s basically taking up all the room Willa’s body can reasonably handle, this seemed like a good second choice.
Jerking a guy off is easy. I know what I like, so I pretty much just do that.
I did that a lot right after I broke free from Belle. I found male witches to fuck so I didn’t have to deal with the trauma of being around a woman.
What’s strange is that jerking Jonah off doesn’t feel like avoidance the way the others had.
Willa catches my eye, and hers go big as stars when she sees where my hand is.
She pulls an arm down from around Drago’s neck and rubs at her clit at the sight of us.
Jesus’s donkey, she’s such a fucking smoke show.
My knot swells even fuller at the sight, and Jonah notices. He reaches over with his other hand to squeeze it, just like a pussy would.
I push him off me, and he scoots back, startled.
I lift an eyebrow at him and give him a slow grin, the kind all the guys seemed to like when I asserted dominance in the play sessions.
Jonah instantly relaxes as he reads my intentions. He leans back against the upturned ottoman and makes room for me between his legs.
I glance at his dick, then make pointed eye contact with him.
A question.
He answers with a slight bob of his head.
I glance back at Willa, who’s in the middle of another climax, it seems, and know that if she could, she’d nod too.
Jonah stiffens when I put him in my mouth. But only at first. Once I get a good rhythm worked up, he’s loose and moaning right along with Willa.
I have a choice.
I can be nice and let him do this at his own pace.
Or I can be mean and rip the climax out of his body so hard and fast the poor guy won’t know how to speak.
Jonah grabs the back of my head and decides for me.
I grip his knot and put a vibration charm on my hand and my tongue.
The poor guy doesn’t have a chance.
In three seconds, he’s spurting down my throat and cursing like his mom was a sailor.
After a few moments, when the poor guy’s eyes stop rolling, he lifts his head and glares at me. “Thafuckwuzzat?”
“Just a little mage trick I picked up,” I say, and absently wave my hand in Willa’s direction.
Her immediate screams are music to my ears.
“Fuck, man. I think I fucking love you,” Jonah says before his head bounces against the ottoman and he passes out.
His words brush against the wound Belle seared into me but only superficially. Her compliments and professions of love only came after I gave her what she wanted: my cum.
