Page 8 of Witch Queens: Tales from Oz

He wiped his face on the sheet and I blushed furiously.

“You really don’t want to know that,” Scarecrow grinned.

And I realized that he was lying there buck ass naked, the same as me.

I covered my breasts, flushing until I must have been beet red.

Scarecrow threw his head back and laughed. I couldn’t help but notice his golden skin and the curve of his neck as it met his muscular shoulders.

I didn’t want to check him out, but damn, I have never seen anything like him. He actually had an eight-pack! As if a six pack was a paltry thing and I was acutely aware of the extra ten pounds that I needed to lose.

My stomach had never been flat. I had a gentle curve that no amount of Pilates had ever cured. Not that I went a lot or had been in the last month or two.

My thighs were toned, but they met in the middle, and my breasts were full with large areolas. I had the girl next door vibe down pat, with my wavy brown hair and green eyes.

“There is no need to get shy on me now, Indy,” he was still smiling, and I wished to heaven he wasn’t so damn sexy.

“Where are my clothes?” I croaked.

He raised a brow, “You don’t need them.”

“Hell yeah, I do!” I retorted, sliding to the edge of his huge bed to look at the floor.

My clothes were nowhere to be found, but I could see his shirt, so I grabbed it to pull over me.

Thankfully it fell past my ass, even if it was only an inch or two. Feeling more confident I looked back at him.

Scarecrow had scooted up against the headboard. His hands were comfortably behind his head. And his beautifully muscled, tattooed body on full display, but this alone wasn’t the most shocking.

Standing loud and proud away from his body was the largest dick I had ever seen. My eyes were glued, and I couldn’t look away.

“Eyes up here, Princess,” the amusement in his voice grated on my nerves.

My eyes flew to his face, “I wasn’t looking at anything, not your dick, I certainly wasn’t looking there!”

“Indy, you are something else. I think I am going to like our new arrangement.”

“What new arrangement?” I asked stupidly. “Put some damn clothes on! I can’t concentrate with your cock waving at me.”

The confident smirk on his face only widened, “As you wish.”

He got up and pulled on his faded Levi’s, not even bothering to zip them. I could still see a hell of a lot more than I had bargained for.

“No underwear?”

Sometimes I really hated my impulsive mouth—this was one of those times.

His dark eyes followed me as I moved to get back on the edge of the bed. I pulled the sheet around my waist, feeling slightly better about my own lack of underwear.

“They just get in the way,” his white smile had my pussy whimpering. I knew what he could do with that mouth. I was still feeling the aftershocks.

His eyes took on a hooded look, “If you keep looking at me like that, Indy, we will never learn what you need from me.”

I cocked my head to the side, “What look?”

“Like you want my dick pounding your pussy. Shit woman, you are sitting on my bed, in my shirt, and the room still smells like your pussy. I am barely holding on as it is.”

Another gush of liquid rushed to my core. I wasn’t sure I didn’t want him to follow up with what he was promising. I glanced up at him once more time, unconsciously biting my lip.

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