Page 74 of Witch Queens: Tales from Oz

My legs were trembling when he reached his tongue out to swipe across my mons.

“Scarecrow!” I moaned, thrusting my hips forward.

His laughter was muffled by my skin as he lifted one of my legs over his shoulder to have better access to my core.

I gripped his shoulders tightly, afraid that I would fall. But the moment he started sucking and spearing my hot core with his tongue, I lost all control over my body.

He laughed as he caught me and laid me on a patch of grass.

“Struggling, Princess?” he teased.

“You have no idea,” I rasped.

He grabbed my thighs and parted them obscenely. I felt the cool breeze on my tender skin. And my nipples tightening into hard points.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured, lifting my ass towards his face so that he could once again rock my world.

His mouth was voracious against my pussy. Kissing and sucking on me like he was a starved man eating his last meal. I felt my orgasm building, rolling up at an almost unbearable pace. I wanted this to last longer, but I sure as hell didn’t want him to stop.

Taking my swollen clit into his mouth, he sucked and laved it with his tongue until I couldn’t keep it at bay any longer, pleasure shattered over me.

Washing away any inhibitions, I lewdly thrust my hips against his face as I rode out every wave of ecstasy.

I hadn’t realized my hands were on my breasts until he pulled away after kissing the inside of my thigh.

“It’s so fucking amazing to see you touch yourself. I love how you let go for me, how you hold nothing back.”

I was on him in an instant, ripping his jeans away. I pushed him onto his back and sank onto his massive cock, gasping as it filled me to the core.

“Fuck, Scarecrow!” I moaned low in my throat before I slowly began to grind my sopping core against his dick.

His guttural moans, accompanied by a deathlike grip on my hips, told me that he was okay with me taking the lead this time.

I sat up to ride him harder, pushing him deeper inside of me.

Grabbing my breasts again, I threw my head back as I pulled and twisted my nipples until they were aching with need.

Scarecrow had increased his pace, his hands on my hips almost punishing.

I don’t know if I have ever seen his eyes that dark, as he started lifting and ramming me back down on his cock.

I screamed out his name, tightening my core muscles to try and keep steady as he continued to impale me on his dick.

I met him, thrust for thrust, feeling him everywhere inside of me until I didn’t know where I left off and he began.

“Fuck,” he rasped, “I am going to come. Touch yourself, baby. Show me where you like it.”

I blinked before sliding a hand down to where he was deep inside of me. I felt the thickness of his cock and wondered how this was possible.

“Stop teasing,” he demanded.

And I giggled a little, before finding my clit and gently stroking it. My pussy automatically tightened, and he groaned again as his thrusts brought me closer to my release.

“Hurry,” his teeth were clenched, “Can’t hold on.”

Then he came in spurts of white hot cum that triggered a powerful orgasm within me. I rode him hard until the last vestige of pleasure had fled my body, and I grinned.

“What’s got you so happy?”

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