Page 23 of F*ck My Luck


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The rage I feel is uncontrollable, and power begins surging inside of me. My arm muscles tense, and two balls of swirling magical force form in my palms, crackling with electricity.

“I will handle them,” I boom, the possessive need to remove anyone that tries to steal my woman growing stronger by the second.

“What are you going to do?” she asks innocently, as I stride over to the window to look down at where they stand.

“I’m going to destroy them.”

“Woah, Zeno,” she says, rushing over and grabbing hold of my bicep.

“You can’t destroy people just because they want to date me,” she giggles. “That’s murder, and you’ll end up swapping your lamp for a prison cell.”

“But this feeling I have inside of me. I want only to vanquish them,” I growl, and she bites her lip adorably as she tries to fight back more laughter.

“That’s jealousy, and it’s totally normal, but sometimes you have to keep those feelings in,” she says, stroking her hand up and down my arm in a soothing motion.

“These men came to your home without your permission and are now refusing your request to leave. They must receive some form of punishment,” I reason.

“I guess you’re right, but maybe take it down a few levels? You honestly can’t kill them.”

“I would though. I would kill every man on the planet for you,” I say sincerely, and she fans herself as her eyes roll up toward the ceiling.

“Seriously, that is so hot,” she says. “But also murder, which is bad.”

“I understand. I will punish them at an appropriate level for their actions,” I say, flicking my hand and sending a bolt of lightning cracking down outside the window, scorching the sidewalk just yards away from where they stand.

A dark cloud forms above their heads, and I look down to watch as they hold up their arms in an attempt to shield themselves from the heavy rain that hammers down upon them.

They look close to leaving, so I help them on their way with a violent gust of wind that blows them down the street.

“Was that satisfactory?” I ask, looking to Bethany and finding her staring at me open-mouthed.

“Did you just create a storm to defend my honor?” she asks, her pupils dilated so wide that inky blackness covers almost all of the blue.

“Yes,” I confirm, and she leaps into my arms, wrapping her legs around me.

“That is so fucking sexy, Zeno. I need you inside of me now.”

Any thoughts I had of waiting to make love crumble, and I crush my mouth over hers, pouring everything I have into this kiss.

My dick grows hard as a rock as I carry my beautiful woman over to the velvet sofa, and set her down gently on the soft material.

She moans as I kiss down the column of her neck, down to her chest, taking turns to draw both of her succulent nipples into my mouth.

My tongue dances down her abdomen, and I glance up to find her staring at me, panting with need and the urgent desire to be inside of her hits me like a punch.

I pull her legs open wide, then lick my fingers and rub them back and forth over her swollen clit.

Her head drops back against the cushions, and the sight is such a turn-on that sparkly pre-cum seeps out of my dick.

I could use magic to bring more sex toys, but I don’t want to share my angel with anything. I want this moment just for us.

I take my throbbing dick in my hand, pressing the head against her soaking wet slit, and glide it up and down until it’s drenched.

“You are dripping,” I growl, coating my cock in her juices.

“Please Zeno, I need you to fuck me,” she mewls and the desperation in her voice makes my balls feel ready to burst.

I groan as I edge my tip into her, and her pussy walls squeeze tightly around my dick.

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