Page 9 of Witch Queens: Tales from Oz

“Fuck talking—there is always later.”

He stalked across the room like a panther, his body a piece of art. I squealed when he grabbed my foot and yanked the sheet away from me. His shirt was soon pulled over my head, and his lips landed on my breasts.

I grabbed his head. I loved his hair. It was silky and soft, the dark strands falling across his forehead.

As he kissed and worried one nipple, he was teasing and taunting the other. I arched my back to bring him closer to me.

I have never felt this way before—needy and out of control.

“We are going to have to try some nipple clamps,” he breathed against my breast. And I shuddered at the thought.

I wasn’t this girl—was I?

I didn’t have time to think about it because Scarecrow lifted me up and soon I was sprawled across his massive chest. I don’t know when he removed his pants, but I was so glad that he had.

The head of his cock teased my hole. I bobbed up and down on him taking the smallest bit and then pulling away.

He groaned deep in his throat and grabbed my face for a kiss. I could die kissing this man. He didn’t do anything by halves and I was consumed by his passion.

I needed more. So, I sank down deeper taking more of his dick inside of me. It was so thick that I gasped as it stretched me.

Scarecrow didn’t wait for me to adjust, he started thrusting long and hard. Taking my hips in his hands, he lifted my body up and down at his will.

I sank my nails into his chest and held on for dear life.

“Fuck, Indy,” he rasped, “I can’t get enough of you.”

I sat up and flipped myself around so that my back and ass were what he saw. He groaned in appreciation and I began to ride him for all he’s worth.

I could feel him hitting places inside of me that I hadn’t known existed.

“This ass,” he moaned, “I can’t wait to fuck your ass, Indy. There is no one on the earth with an ass like this.”

I could have argued that my identical twin sister indeed carried the same ass. All I could do though was moan as I slipped my hand between my legs to find my clit.

As soon as I started rubbing, I felt my orgasm rushing towards me.

“Indy,” he moaned my name gripping my hips punishingly. “I'm almost there.”

I increased my speed, slamming myself down as I rubbed for all I was worth. Suddenly I erupted, waves of pleasure tightening my nipples and causing my juices to coat his cock. His release sent me into another orgasm, and I clutched his legs tightly as I rode it out.

My pussy felt used and abused. But I felt amazing. I never in a million years would have dreamed that sex could be this way.

He pulled me around, “Are we going to fuck all day? Or are you going to tell me what has landed you in my bed?”

And in a flash, I remembered just where I was and who I was with.

What the hell? I was acting like a two-bit whore and the worst part was that I would gladly do it again.

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