Page 7 of Witch Queens: Tales from Oz

CHAPTER 3

Ihad the most fantasticdream. Some faceless lover was buried between my thighs and he knew exactly what to do with his talented tongue. I could feel his whiskered cheeks on the inside of my thighs, and my hands reached down to sink into his dark hair.

I typically wasn’t an overly passionate person. I mean—I liked sex. Who doesn’t? But I can also go without it. And to be perfectly honest, I get more of a thrill from my vibrator than I have from any man.

And I never had sex dreams—ever.

My lover had coaxed my legs over his shoulders and I felt him lift me by my ass. Plundering deep into my core, he fucked me with his mouth mercilessly.

I was going to come.

And then I heard him speak, “You are so fucking sexy, Indy. Come for me, Princess.”

Wait a minute. That sounded just like...

My eyes flew open, “Scarecrow?”

My voice was thick with sleep and coated with desire.

He laughed against my core sending shivers of pleasure against my spine.

“Who else, Princess?” his dark eyes were smiling at me. But what really had my stomach clenching was my juices all over his face. Good Lord, it was even on his forehead.

I tried to pull my legs down, but he wasn’t having it.

“Nope,” he grinned and bent his head again to take my clit into his mouth. His eyes never left mine as he began to suck.

My hips flew into his face as my hands gripped my breasts, molding and pulling on my nipples.

“Fuck, yeah!” he growled and slid a finger into me, curving it up to hit my g-spot.

And I exploded, screaming out, “Scarecrow, don’t stop! Oh, oh, Scarecrow!”

He continued to stroke me until I wound down from the incredible high.

“That was...” I couldn’t even form sentences. “Where did you learn that?”

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