Page 82 of Witch Queens: Tales from Oz

He moaned low in his throat, “I love your curves, you are so fucking sexy.”

I smiled into his kiss, wrapping my arms tightly around him so that we were pressed tightly from shoulder to hip.

My breasts were heavy with need. I cried out when he pulled his lips away to graze them on my cheek.

There was no way that he couldn’t feel my heart racing as he kissed my pulse, fluttering in my neck.

“So perfect,” he murmured.

My hands couldn’t get enough of his skin. I ripped his t-shirt up to touch his heated skin. In seconds, he pulled it over his head, and I was gobsmacked at the sheer expanse of him.

Rippling muscles everywhere I could see, my fingers tracing every line and curve of his perfect abs.

“Shit,” I whispered.

He smirked as I continued my exploration, but it faded when I traced the deep v-cut on his hips.

His breathing hitched, and he grabbed my hands, “Slow down, Princess.”

He grabbed the bottom of my dress pulling it up and over my head. I stood there in my panties and bra. I knew that I had a few extra pounds on me, nothing like him, who most likely had zero percent body fat.

But the way he looked at me. It was as if he was starving and I was the only thing on the menu.

“Fuuuck,” he breathed, reaching up to cup my breasts.

His thumbs rubbed gently across my nipples before he unclipped the front clasp, leaving me exposed to him.

“Mombi, shit, you are perfect.”

He pushed my bra off my shoulders and traced the veins in my breasts with his fingernail. Goosebumps erupted on my skin as he traced my areola, and I gasped when he brought it to his mouth. Arching my back, I grabbed his head to pull him closer.

His tongue was flicking and tracing my nipple, he worried it into a hard point and then moved to the other side.

My pussy was flooded, with juices running down my thighs.

He lifted me and placed me on my desk, pressing my head down as he pulled my ass toward him. I felt more exposed in this position than I had in any other. And then he parted my thighs, slipping my panties down my legs to see the most intimate part of me.

“Fuck, you smell amazing!” He spread my thighs obscenely wide, “Keep your ass in the air, baby.”

I hiked it up higher and heard the approval in his growl.

There was a rustling as he unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them off. And then he was beside me once again. I wasn’t sure what to expect next, but when he buried his face between my thighs, I cried out.

His raspy tongue, exploring and lapping up all of my pleasure as I screamed out his name.

I felt his fingers enter my core and I jolted at the fullness. And then, to my surprise, his other hand caressed the rim of my ass.

“You have a gorgeous ass, Mombi,” his gravelly voice sending shivers up my spine.

I had never had anyone touch my ass in that way before. He must have sensed my hesitation because he paused.

“Has no one been here before?” his tone holding a quality of wonder.

“No,” I whispered.

“But you like it?” his question was soft as I felt his rough tongue glide across my rim.

I jolted my ass back into him, “Yes, fuck, yeah.”

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