Chapter Nine
Several lit jack-o’-lanterns, leftovers from Halloween night, cast a soft light around Meg as she sat on her grandfather's porch swing, sipping a mug of hot cider. She always felt closer to him here. A gust of cold October wind sent a whirlwind of dry leaves across the porch.
It must be close to midnight, she mused, her thoughts wandering to Sirius.
“I miss you already.”
A tapping, scattering sound in front of her caught her attention. She grabbed a pumpkin for more light. A single hickory nut lay at her feet.
“Sirius?”
Several more nuts fell at her feet. A warm gusty wind peppered her, extinguishing the lights.
“Do you believe in magic?”
She instantly recognized the deep baritone of his voice.
“Yes,” she answered, her breath hitching softly through the inky darkness.
“Do you believe in love?”
“I believe in the magic of love.” Her heart swelled with emotion.
He stepped out of the shadows and into the light of her presence.
“Are you real, or just a figment of my imagination?”
He placed her hand over his heart, then slowly guided it down to the hard ridge of his cock beneath the tight leather pants. “What do you think?”
“I think, Doctor Lamspagetti,” she answered playfully, sliding the zipper down to expose his pulsing invitation, “I need a taste test.”
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Sirius caressed her cheek, his thumb outlining her warm, wet lips. He smiled. “Who am I to deny my tempting little swan anything?”
She slid to her knees.
The feel of her mouth was exhilarating, spearing him with lust, rocking him back on his heels.
“Yes,” Sirius groaned in ecstasy, dunked in the aching memory of a woman's hot, wet mouth covering him.
He wanted to savor the moment, but centuries of abstinence had him pumping deep and fast. Breathing hard, he pulled back, watching as her tongue ravished the mushroomed tip of his swollen cock. He hissed, feeling the bite of her teeth.
“First, your mouth, then your cunt,” he said with rusty hoarseness.
Meg latched on, sucking him to the back of her throat, her hands gripping his thighs.
With one final thrust he grunted, anchoring her head with both hands as his exploding climax filled her mouth.
“I love you.”
“Naked,” she huffed. “I want to feel your magic deep inside of me.”
They undressed quickly and reached for each other, his cock pulsing hard at her entrance. Raising his finger to her tempting lips, he spoke the incantation magically written across their hearts.
“Our hearts and minds and souls shall mesh,
Tonight, my love, we'll be one flesh.”
“Yes, my Prince.”
He entered her in one deep, loving stroke.
A magical prophecy come true.
~*The End*~
I dedicate this story to my family, especially my beautiful and talented granddaughter Claire. Your love and constant encouragement through the magical world of writing has breathed life into my soul. ~ LF
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About the Author
Belle Langtree’s passion for hot, sexy romance began in the late seventies, after reading The Flame and The Flower by Kathleen Woodiwiss. Over the years, her book club friends encouraged her to write her own love stories. Belle lives in the great State of Michigan with her loving husband of fifty happy years and their wild and crazy rescue pup named Faith Fu Fu.
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