The Genie's Witch (Dirty Djinn) by Lyn Brittan Read Free Book Online Page A

clothes off.
    Then she blinked, and he was all abs and chest. A slow smile spread across his face. “Any other wishes?”
    She had a few.
    She wasn’t sure which one he caught until he growled, flipped her over and shoved himself so deep inside her that she screamed out in delicious pain. He hadn’t bothered to remove her panties, yanking them aside on his march to the center of her body.
    She braced herself on her palms, but that wasn’t enough for him. One arm wrapped itself around her stomach, pulling her closer and him deeper. She rocked, but he thrusted. She made one last feeble attempt to take of her panties, but he captured the naughty hand, pinning it behind her back.
    “Don’t touch them. I’m going to fuck you until we paint them white. I’m going to fill you and them with me. I’m going to give you what you wished for, Dinah. I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk.”
    The man didn’t want to have sex with her. He wanted to possess her. Own her. The evidence was slapping against her, her cream running down her thighs. He was thick inside her, heavy and stretching her until she thought she couldn’t take anymore.
    He pulled out, but only for an instant. “Get on your back.”
    She did as he asked. Well, demanded.
    His hands latched on beneath her knees and yanked her to the edge of the bed. Then he smoothed out her slick and twisted panties, setting everything back into place...for the moment. He didn’t look at her. His eyes stayed locked on the thin slip of lacy fabric between them. The engorged and angry veins of his cock jerked, silently begging for more.
    Tig slid the head of his penis up and down the lace, from the clit to the wonderful place he’s so recently made his own. He bit his lip and gave her a series of light, open-palmed smacks across her burning and drenched womanhood. “These are soaked through. You hear it when I touch you like this, can’t you? I love this sound. Like waves lapping the shore.”
    “I can feel it.”
    “This is mine,” he said through clenched teeth. “No one gets this. You won’t want anyone else to have it.”
    Already there, buddy.
    He finally pulled off her panties, throwing them on the bed next to her face. She smelled herself...and him...mingled in a heady, swirling scent.
    “Put your heels on the bed, Dinah.”
    “Why?”
    His eyes jerked up, unfocused and wild. “Because I said so.” He pressed one hand on her belly, just above where her pubic hair began. The other hand guided his cock inside her inch, by inch. She clenched, locking him in and his head rolled back. “You don’t want to let me out?”
    She balled the sheets in her fists. “No.”
    He started pulling back again, but she shoved her way forward and wrapped her legs around him. “I said, no, Tig. You won’t pull out until I tell you.”
    At which point, he lost his mind.
    She looked up to see eyes glowing with amber and wild with lust. His face twitched once or twice, then he bent over her, captured her hands and fucked her until a guttural noise escaped her throat and she had a clump of hair in her hand. Before she flopped back down, he tensed up and screamed against her neck. With one final jerk, he popped inside of her, filling her with his cum.
    She tried to tell him how amazing that was, but her tongue was a big, clumsy unworking thing at the moment and she just sorta wished she could tell him that.
    Tig huffed out something between a sigh and a chuckle below her ear. He pulled away, still taking shallow breaths. To her shock, he had her panties again, trying to slide them up and over her ankles.
    “Let’s just toss those. I should probably take a shower first, anyway.”
    “No. I want you to smell like this moment, all day. I want you to walk in me and regret every step you take away from me. I want you to know that the next time you see me. I’ll fill these up again. If I have to be hard, you have to be wet.”
    “Until you’re with me?” She angled up her