Page 56 of Witch Queens: Tales from Oz

You would think the command would piss me off, but it only caused my pussy to clench.

“You like that?” his dark laugh spread joy throughout my body. I liked it when I made him happy.

He picked up another piece of ice, trailing it down my stomach and around my belly button. Just as he had on my breasts, he always followed with his mouth. Licking and sucking the moisture away.

“Spread your legs as far as they can go, Indy.”

I hurriedly did as I was asked. My wrists were starting to hurt just a little. The pain from trying to reach for him, but it was a good kind of pain. One that reminded me that I was alive and that this sexy man was capable of doing anything to me.

Grabbing more ice, he began to trace my mons. It felt so incredible. He was so close to where I needed him, where I wanted him.

“Please,” I cried out.

His growl of approval had my heart flip over.

“I love it when you beg, Baby.”

“Please, please, please,” I chanted as he slipped the ice lower and let it melt against my already soaking folds.

It was an unusual feeling, but I liked it, I liked it a lot.

“Scarecrow!” It was a keening cry as he allowed the little piece to graze across my clit.

“What do you want, Indy?”

“Stop teasing me!” I demanded.

I would swear later, that I could actually hear the smile in his voice.

“Wrong answer.”

He went to get up, “Wait!” I cried out, “Don’t leave me!”

“What do you want, Indy?” he repeated.

“You, I want you!”

“More,” his dark tones took on a gravelly quality.

“I want you inside of me.”

He coated one of his thick fingers in my juices and slid it deep inside of me.

I wanted to hit him!

“No, you jackass!” I all but screamed at him. “I need your cock. Please, give me your cock. Fuck me, Scarecrow! Fuck me until I can’t remember my name.”

It wasn’t a second later that his massive cock was buried to the hilt inside of me. I couldn’t even breathe! He was pulling out, but only to ram back in harder and deeper.

Fuck, this was what I needed.

When he was deep inside of me, everything else fell by the wayside.

“Is this what you wanted?” he growled in my ear.

“Yes, oh, Scarecrow, don’t stop.”

“Baby, nothing could stop me now,” he bit on the soft part of my earlobe as he slammed into me again and again.

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