2.47 Too Late

Nap time didn’t entail much napping. I wasn’t complaining. Even if this didn’t result in my first pregnancy scare, the taunting was worth the end result.

I feel relaxed and loose all over. Even better than that, something about my magic felt more alive. I didn’t have to make a conscious effort to feel for it in my veins. It was so natural, feeling the pulsing and tingling inside my body, it was like breathing or blinking. I wasn’t trying to control it, but at the same time I was.

Mick was taking me from behind not long ago, my hair twirled into his fists. I was about to cum again and suddenly wanted to be in control.

Without even realizing I had done it, I moved my magic over him, the purple spark traveling up his arm where he was locked around my hair. We were suddenly flipped, my magic jerking us around, so he was on his back, and I was riding him backwards. His dick never left my cunt.

Another time, Miles was being too tender with me, taking me deep but painstakingly slow. My heels