Mesmerized: The Magician's Plaything Read Online Free Page B

now. He looked deadly serious and full of lust – lust for her, her body, her compliance, her inability to move against him. He hooked his fingers over the band of her underwear now, and pulled downwards. This was it.
    She was drenched. Tammy could feel, even without moving, that the folds of her pussy were covered in her slick juices, and Malcolm could tell now too, she was certain of her. Her ass pressed against the wood floor of the stage, her pale, milky thighs only slightly parted, and Malcolm hadn't even dug into her yet, but she could tell from the expression on his face that he could smell her. Her scent exploded into the air when her panties were pulled down, and he lifted that black, lacy undergarment to his nose and inhaled, taking in an even deeper smell.
    “That's good,” he breathed before tossing the panties away and lowering himself onto her. “I think I know what would be even better.”
    Tammy's eyes widened as he moved lower and lower against her. She knew what he was going to do, and for just a moment, she froze. Was she certain?
    She had to be, for Malcolm was already dipping down, his nose pushing against her thighs, urging her to spread those legs further. He sighed when she didn't. “Poor thing, you can't move, can you?”
    He growled and pushed against her legs, doing the work himself. A thrill raced through Tammy's body.
    She really couldn't move, not at all.
    But she wanted to. Oh, when Malcolm's tongue darted out and brushed against the outer folds, she wanted to arch her back and scream. She throbbed for her him, she ached for even more as he teased her with his dextrous tongue, and he could feel every ounce of tension in her body. She was certain that he was grinning at her frustration, thought she couldn't see him, buried as he was in her cunt.
    He continued to tease her, bringing her to the very limits of his spell, her limbs twitching and convulsing at his teasing, pleasurable touch, her mouth opening and closing in silent moans of ecstasy.
    He had to do something more, and soon, or she feared she would explode.
    Malcolm nibbled and licked around the outer edges of her pussy for what felt like forever, but then finally, finally, he pushed his way between those engorged folds, dipping inside her, well and truly tasting of her now. He moaned into her cunt, those reverberations echoing through her hyper-sensitive folds and almost making her scream yet again. And it was more than that. It was knowing that Malcolm was getting just as much pleasure from this as she was. He loved it, too.
    He licked up the length of her, ending at that hard nub of her clit, and fireworks exploded through her body, pulsing up into her brain. She saw stars. He had her so close to coming already, she couldn't stand it. It was like she was standing at the edge of a cliff, and he needed to push her off, because she couldn't move. She couldn't do it on her own, so he had to. Just one little push...
    Malcolm gripped her thighs, pulling her down towards him, burying his face in her slick cunt. His tongue pushed its way inside her tight hole now, filling her up, and the sensation was nearly overwhelming to her. It was nearly enough, but not quite. She just needed a little more. She needed a cock. She needed that tongue against her throbbing clit.
    Sensing that need, Malcolm withdrew and moved up again, pressing his nimble tongue, bearing down on that sensitive nub, again and again, rubbing against her, bringing her further and further along to the very heights of orgasm. She was so close, so close...
    And then she came, explosively around his eager mouth. Her limbs jerked violently, under their own spell now, not controlled by either Tammy or Malcolm. Nothing in the world could have stopped her.
    Malcolm growled loudly, evidently done with pleasing and teasing Tammy, and he hauled his body upwards, ripping off his black magician's jacket. “My turn,” he harshly said as he yanked down his pants without ceremony,