Page 76 of Witch Queens: Tales from Oz

Something in my gaze had to have triggered a response in him because, in a flash, he had me out of my chair and pressed up against the wall. Every inch of his hardened frame pushing deliciously into mine.

I gasped as his lips brushed against my cheek and then caressed my ear before landing on my neck.

“Your scent,” he rasped, “I cannot get enough of it.”

I had no idea what perfume I had put on. I could barely remember to breathe as he grabbed my wrists with one hand and pressed them over my head. My breasts jutted out in this position, and I saw his brown eyes darken.

“But that is nothing compared to your sweet honey, that has been beckoning me since I walked into your home.”

Dear Lord, did he mean what I thought he meant?

He then grabbed me by the waist and lifted me like I weighed nothing, which I know is a substantial amount, before laying me on my dining table.

I didn’t have time to worry if he liked thick thighs or not because my dress was wrenched to my waist and his nose went straight into the silk of my panties.

Shit!

“I want to taste you,” he growled deep in his throat. “I want your pleasure on my tongue as I fuck you the way you need to be fucked.”

What the actual hell? It wasn’t like I was going to say no.

Whimpering, I thrust my silk clad pussy into his lips and watched as a wicked smile graced his face before he turned and ripped my underwear clean off of me.

It had pinched at my ample hips, but I couldn’t think of what to say when his fingers gently parted me, and his rough tongue swiped against my core.

I screamed out his name. It had never felt like this before. My body was inflamed as he buried himself in my pussy and lapped at me like I was his last meal.

The rain came out of nowhere inside the dining room, soaking both Jake and myself. I couldn’t control my emotions. I had an affinity for manipulating the weather, but this was nothing that I had conjured, it was as if my magic was exploding from every pore of my being.

Jake didn’t stop as he grabbed my ass and lifted my hips so that he could have better access to my pussy.

I was incoherent, screaming out obscenities, as he pushed me further and further to the edge of reason.

And then suddenly I was spasming, my pleasure washing over me, and I came all over his face. He watched me, the predator in him right at the surface as I gasped for air, trying to find some sort of semblance in my ecstasy.

“Mombi,” the way he said my name had a fresh wave of dampness careening between my thighs.

I watched as he pulled off his soaking wet jacket. And then unbuckled his black pants. Jake had just started unzipping his zipper when we heard a loud crash coming from outside.

“Mombi!”

My personal assistant Brad screamed in terror.

I almost told Jake to keep going—to hell with Brad.

But his next words sent chills into the both of us.

“It’s the lions, they have attacked the village!”

Jakes’s confused eyes flew to mine, “It couldn’t be!”

“Mombi!”

Brad’s screams were frantic. I pushed Jake off of me and tugged my dress down around my thighs before racing to my front door and dragging it open.

Brad had a thick trail of blood gushing down one side of his face, but when his eyes alighted on Jake, they hardened.

“How could you? Was this planned? Did you seduce our Princess so that your minions could destroy our people?”

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