Page 105 of Witch Queens: Tales from Oz

“So fucking right,” he growled.

He was using those naughty words that I loved. My hand went down to cup his heavy balls, feeling their weight.

Gregory was panting above me, and his hands went to steady himself on my shoulders.

I licked the head again, and he growled, “More.”

I liked having this control over him. Taking the base of his dick in my hands, I licked and sucked at him as if he were my favorite treat and I was starving.

Gregory let loose a string of curses that would make any sailor blush. I took more of him into my mouth. Feeling his heat on my tongue and I tasted every inch of him.

All too soon he was pulling himself free.

“Stop,” he pushed me back onto the bed and kissed me voraciously. I knew that he had to taste himself on my tongue and that only made my pussy wetter.

My legs were already spread so with him lying on top of me, I could feel his length against the inside of my thigh.

I wanted him.

Grabbing his ass, I tried to tug Gregory where I wanted him to be.

He laughed against my lips, “Impatient, love?”

I thrust my hips up and felt his length rub against my clit.

“Ah,” I cried out, my eyes rolling backward.

He leaned on one elbow and took his dick into his hand. Then he stroked my pussy with it. Spreading my juices around and circling my clit until I was a mess of want and need.

Just when I couldn’t stand it a moment longer, he placed it at my entrance.

“Are you sure?”

I knew that neither of us had done this before and that it might be terrible. But I wanted to have this relationship with Gregory. I wanted the world with him.

“Please,” I arched my back trying to bring him closer.

The head slipped inside, and we both moaned at the intense sensation.

Moving slowly, he eased into my pussy. It felt strange and tight.

I wasn’t sure I liked it.

“Can you move or something?” I couldn’t breathe.

“Fuck, Lin, you are so tight. I don’t want to hurt you!”

“Just do it,” I choked out.

Gregory pushed himself forward, breaking that thin piece of skin and filling me to the hilt.

I cried out, feeling the intense burning.

His jaw was gritted tightly as he pulled back and thrust in again.

I take it back. I don’t like sex.

He pulled back again, this time I lifted my knees to try and find a better angle. Anything to ease the tension.

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