Page 52 of Witch Queens: Tales from Oz

I couldn’t contain my tears, “I need you too.”

His face lost some of the fierceness, “I know you do, and that makes me want you that much more.”

His kiss was gentle, almost hesitant as if he was waiting for me to pull away. But as he placed tiny butterfly kisses against my mouth, I felt my fear and anger begin to melt away.

My body felt hot beneath him. This time when I pushed him with my hands, he allowed me to slip out from underneath him.

“Can you not forgive me?”

I’ve never heard him use that tone before. It was almost a broken plea.

Slowly, I pulled my skirt off and then my shirt.

Scarecrow hadn’t taken his eyes off my face.

I unhooked my bra and then slid my thumbs into my panties to remove the last article of clothing that I had on.

His breathing had increased, and I could see that his jeans were getting very tight on him.

I allowed a hint of a smile to cross my face, “I suppose I can forgive you.”

His breath hitched.

“But first you need to convince me,” I added with an arched brow.

He flew off the bed, ripping at the buttons of his jeans. It would have been sexy as hell if he hadn’t tripped on the legs of his pants and went sprawling across the floor.

I couldn’t contain the gurgle of laughter that spilled out, “Are you alright?”

He growled playfully, “I fucking love your laugh.”

Another squeeze of my heart, this man was more than I could deal with.

I walked over to the bed and sank down, leaning back against the headboard. Purposefully, I spread my legs, allowing him a glimpse of my shaved pussy. Then, coyly I began to trace my fingertips over my breasts.

It was a slow seduction.

I'm not sure if I was trying to assure myself that he really wanted me, or if I was just caught in the moment.

But one look at his face and I was trapped in the spell of seduction that hung heavily over the both of us.

He stood at the end of the bed, eyes not wavering and his cock at attention.

I continued to trace lazy patterns on my breasts. When I got close enough, I rubbed the palms of my hands ever so gently against the tip of my nipples.

I gasped at the sensation, feeling my core clench as his eyes darkened.

Slowly, I began to rub circles, watching as my breasts grew plump and heavy with desire.

“Fuck,” he hissed.

But I wasn’t done.

I trailed a hand down to my wet pussy. Stroking the skin softly, I watched as his stomach muscles clenched, and his cock bounced in appreciation.

It looked like this was going to be a crowd favorite.

Pushing my legs wide, I used my hand to part my pussy lips. I was so wet that my fingers glided over my folds.

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