Page 6 of Witch Queens: Tales from Oz

I moaned, low in my throat. I couldn’t have stopped myself, all my thoughts and reasons shot to hell. I opened my legs as wide as I could and tried to make him enter me.

That was all it took for his eyes to turn coal black with lust. “Trying to top from the bottom, Angel?”

I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about. I just wanted him to touch me.

I let out a frustrated cry and he picked me up in one arm. I had known that he was strong, but I had no idea just how much of a turn on that would be.

He carried me into his bedroom. There was a huge bed made up of navy linens that felt like silk against my heated skin. I didn’t notice that he was tying my wrists to the headboard until I tried to reach out and feel his silky dark hair.

The lighting in the room was dim, but I could make out the expensive, heavy furniture. And the entire room smelled dark and exotic, just like him.

My heart was racing, and I gasped when he ripped my shirt in half so that my breasts were exposed. He popped open the front clasp and pushed the purple lace away from my tender skin.

I didn’t have huge breasts, but they were firm and perky. I wasn’t ashamed of them, but I hadn’t had anyone looking so closely at them before. His fingers traced the swells, lightly dragging his fingernail against me until I was panting.

I just wanted him to touch me. I was starting to feel like anywhere would do. And then his mouth leaned down and took my aching nipple into the hot cavern of his mouth.

He rolled it with his tongue, making my hips thrash in desperate attempts to ease the ache between them.

He sucked the bud, flattening it out against the roof of his mouth only to let it pop out so that he could begin again.

Scarecrow spent a lot of time getting to know my breasts and what things made me go the craziest.

The pressure was intense. I had never been this close to orgasm without my pussy ever being touched.

Tears formed in my eyes and I knew, that if I hadn’t had my thong stopping my words, I would have been begging him.

Finally, he took pity on me. Kissing and licking his way down my body, Scarecrow didn’t leave an inch uncharted. He left fresh purple love bites on my breasts and lower stomach.

I felt his teeth graze my skin and my eyes rolled back in my head.

And then he parted my thighs with his massive hands. “Look at me, Indy.”

My unfocused eyes had a hard time locking in on him. But I didn’t expect the stinging slap that hit my left butt cheek.

I glared in outrage, but he only laughed. “That got your attention little one, didn’t it?”

He pushed my thighs back, opening me impossibly wide to his dark lustful gaze. This time when he bent to kiss the inside of my thigh, I whimpered.

Not realizing that tears were still streaming down my face. I wanted this—needed him, so badly.

“I’ve got you, Indy,” his voice was like dark chocolate washing over me.

And then he licked me from end to end, and I screamed against my panties.

Back and forth, exploring every inch of my pussy, Scarecrow licked and sucked until I was incoherent. My arms ached from me trying to tug them free. My hips couldn’t stop from trying to hump his face. My voice was nearly gone from the screaming.

Just when I thought that I couldn’t take another moment of this exquisite torture, Scarecrow sucked my clit into his mouth and gave a hard pull with his tongue.

My body flew into oblivion, wave after glorious wave crashed over me. I felt a burning in my core, unlike anything I had ever felt before. And I was helpless to the onslaught of his tongue as he continued to work me until I couldn’t see straight, couldn’t reason, and could hardly breathe.

I felt my hands be released and then he picked up my boneless body and tucked it against his larger frame.

“Sleep, little one,” he soothed, kissing the top of my head. “We will talk in the morning.”

But I was already more than halfway gone and couldn’t have argued with him if I had wanted to.

And being held safely in his arms seemed like the best place in the world to me.

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