Page 104 of Witch Queens: Tales from Oz

His skin tensed with the contact and what had been an exploratory kiss dramatically changed into one of heat and passion.

His hands were everywhere, and my body was singing. He broke contact with my mouth for just a moment to pull his shirt over his head. I gasped at the raw masculinity of him.

He yanked my shirt off, and I unsnapped my bra. My breasts bounced as I pulled the material from my body.

“You have incredible tits,” he groaned squeezing them together and flicked the large areola with the pad of his finger. My nipples began to tighten even further. I felt a distinct pleasure at watching his long-tapered fingers manipulate my body.

His hands left my breasts, and I wanted to cry out, but stopped when he began unbuttoning my pants. In one swoop he pulled them and my panties off. I hissed as the material swept down my body.

He went to the buckle of his jeans and I pushed up on my elbow to watch him.

Gregory actually blushed.

I raised a brow, “What? No dance?”

His blush deepened, “You want a show?”

My eyes sparkled, “Absolutely!”

He turned his back and began to sway his sexy ass hips from side to side. It was almost mesmerizing to watch. Then taking a belt loop at a time, he removed his belt and held it to the side.

“Turn around,” I hooted, “I want more!”

The smirk on his face as he turned, had me in stitches. He loved this as much as I did.

He slid the button from the hole and raised a brow.

I hooted, “Take it all off!”

Gregory’s grin widened, “You are awfully versed in what to say to a stripper.”

I threw my head back with a burst of giggles, “I have never been! I swear it, but I do own a television.”

He shook his head, “I don’t know what I am going to do with this naughty little girl.”

I leaned forward, “More dancing, less talking.”

He shook his head at my foolishness and began to gyrate his hips in my direction. The giggles kept escaping as he wiggled his eyebrows at me. I didn’t know if this was normal for sex, but I was having a blast.

He undid the zipper a little further, and the shameless man was not wearing underwear!

I could see the base of his thick cock and my eyes widened. There was heat in the pit of my belly. Suddenly it didn’t seem as funny anymore. My core clenched as he inched the zipper lower, showing more of his length.

I couldn’t help but gasp when he slipped his jeans over his hips, and that magnificent cock sprang up against his abs.

Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I spread my thighs and beckoned him forward.

Gregory kicked off his remaining clothes and walked to where I was sitting. My hands itched to touch him, but I wasn’t sure if that was okay.

Gently, he picked up my hand and wrapped it around his length. I gasped at the sheer heat that was radiating from it.

“It’s like velvet over steel,” I whispered. Trailing my fingers along his swollen girth, I listened for every hitch in his breathing.

He liked when I rubbed that tiny spot on the back of his cock near the head. A bead a white milky substance appeared, and I automatically leaned over to lick it off.

“Fuck!” Gregory hissed, jutting his hips forward.

“Was that wrong?” I asked timidly.

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