Page 18 of Witch Queens: Tales from Oz

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his impressive body. Every single sinful inch of him was covered in cut muscle.

I licked my lips in anticipation and my mouth opened as he fed me with his massive cock. I couldn’t do anything about how much he gave me because my hands were still cuffed to the headboard.

There was something about the trust I had in him that resonated with me. I knew that he wasn’t going to hurt me. Just as I knew that he was aware of every breath that I took.

The moment felt more intimate than anything else we had done together. I used my tongue to get to know the feel of his dick. Circling the round head, I tasted the saltiness of his skin.

I smelled the musky scent of his arousal and tasted the pure essence of his precum as it coated my mouth.

“Fuck, Princess,” Scarecrow sounded hoarse as he slowly began to inch himself further into my mouth. “Open wide for me, Indy, just like that baby. Fuck, yeah.”

I felt myself responding to his passion. My core was drenched.

I wanted to rub my legs together to help ease the growing ache there. Or better yet, touch myself as I pleasured him.

Scarecrow pushed his cock impossibly deep and I choked as a low moan escaped his lips. He pulled back assessing my eyes. I sucked him hard, letting him know that I wanted more, that I could handle anything he threw at me.

He pushed again, but this time I was ready for him. I hollowed out my mouth and relaxed my throat, breathing out of my nose.

“Fuck,” his control was slipping, “Oh yeah, take it all, Indy, take my cock.”

He started fucking my face and I felt my arousal drip down between my ass cheeks.

Scarecrow never pushed too far or too fast. It was as if he knew precisely how much I could handle.

Just before I was sure that he was going to blow his load down my throat, he pulled back panting.

“No,” he said almost to himself, “I want to be inside of you.”

I didn’t speak, but my eyes remained glued to his face.

A slow smirk appeared at the corner of his sexy mouth. “Pretty proud of yourself, aren’t you, Princess?”

I blushed, an answer in itself, and he growled as he leaned down to kiss me. He had to taste himself on my lips, but he didn’t care. That only fueled my fire.

I kissed him with my heart and soul. I knew that he didn’t do forever, but if he was willing to give me his everything for only tonight, I was going to take it.

Scarecrow broke away with a curse, “I can’t get enough of you.”

His words warmed my body all the way through. He ran the tip of his nose against my jaw and I pulled at the restraints, wanting to touch him.

I saw his smile and dammit if I didn’t feel my pussy pulse. I wanted to please him. I needed to wipe any other woman from his memory.

“What you do to me,” he murmured against my skin as he kissed his way down my body. He tugged lightly at the weights on my nipples with his teeth. And I gasped as a flood of arousal shot straight from my breasts to my pussy.

I tried to control my movements, but my hips were lifting on their own accord.

He gently bit the soft curve of my stomach and I bucked again.

“You are perfect, Princess. Every fucking inch of you,” he kissed my hip bones, and I realized that loud moans were coming from my mouth.

I wanted him desperately, “Please,” I whispered.

His dark eyes shot to mine and I saw a ghost of a smile there. “I’ve got you, Indy. I take care of what’s mine. And you are mine, right, baby?”

How could I be his? As much as I wanted to, and I desperately wanted to, I knew that this was only a passing through kind of thing.

Scarecrow frowned when I didn’t answer. “Indy, you are mine!”

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