Page 123 of Witch Queens: Tales from Oz

CHAPTER 44 - PART 4 – Elphaba

Steele flipped us onceagain so that I lay beneath him. His mouth, dominating mine in a punishing kiss.

“You won’t touch what is mine,” he growled, lifting slightly to kiss along my jawline.

“Fuck that,” I moaned as his fingertips traced my pussy lips over my panties.

He pulled back a little, cupping me, “This is mine, El.”

His voice held no room for debate as his eyes flashed red, “You are mine!”

That was hot—and infuriating.

“I will do what I want,” I growled back, thrusting my hips up to meet the large bulge in his jeans.

“You will be the death of me, El,” he whispered darkly and then pulled away from me and left the bed.

“Where are you going?” my voice sounded desperate.

“Just making myself more comfortable,” his eyes glittered dangerously as he pulled off his clothes, revealing his sculpted chest and abs.

I licked my lips, “By all means, Steele, make yourself at home.”

He barked out a laugh, “Don’t you worry about that! I intend to.”

Steele unbuckled his jeans and pulled them off along with his underwear. I stared at his cock hungrily. It was long and thick. The tip, shiny with his excitement.

“You want this?” he growled climbing back onto the bed.

I nodded as he approached, stroking himself back and forth.

“Open for me, El,” he commanded, and I did.

I didn’t usually love giving head. But there was something about this, with him, that turned me on. I slipped a hand between my thighs and started to stroke my pussy. I was so wet that you could hear it as I played.

My mouth was full of his cock. I could smell his cologne and something intrinsically Steele. I sucked on his length, pulling him in as far as he could go until he bumped the back of my throat, then allowing him to slide out, I did it all over again.

Steele’s eyes were a fiery red and never once left my face. His jaw was clenched, and I could see him trying to hold back. I cupped his balls in my hand, stroking and pulling slightly.

A low groan erupted from his throat, and he grabbed my hair up into a ponytail, pushing himself against me at his will.

My pussy was trembling underneath my fingers, and I knew that I was close to coming.

Just as I reached the brink, Steele pulled his cock away and ripped my hand out from between my thighs.

“I thought I told you that this was mine?” his dark, foreboding tone sent shivers up my spine.

I blinked, “Prove it.”

He took my hand, sucked each finger clean, and then with a snap, he ripped my panties from my body. Taking those scraps of lace, he wound my wrists up and tied them together.

“Someone has been naughty,” Steele’s gaze flew to my pussy.

Wrenching my legs open he stuck his nose right next to my folds. I was horrified and aroused more than I could say.

“You smell like honey and woman,” he groaned, and then stuck his face in my folds and licked me from end to end. “But you taste like heaven, and most importantly—mine!”

He flicked my entrance with his tongue, “Do you want me to fuck you, El?”

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