Page 91 of Witch Queens: Tales from Oz

“How about we work on making you happy?” He said with a twinkle in his eyes before disappearing under the blankets.

I squealed when he got to my sleep shorts and pulled them off in one swoop.

“No panties?” his voice was gruff as he smelled my arousal.

His thumbs spreading me wide, Jake buried his face in my pussy. I was now a huge fan of facial hair, the way his short goatee teased my delicate skin drove me crazy.

“You taste like honey and musk,” his eyes obsidian pools as they gazed up at me from between my thighs. “I could spend every morning waking up this way.”

I was not about to argue with that sentiment.

Jake got back to work, licking, and stroking my pussy with his tongue and fingers. When I thought I couldn’t take it another moment, he pulled away and turned to lay beside me.

“Sit on my face,” he demanded.

I knew that I was ten shades of red, “I will kill you! I am not doing that.”

“If you want to come you will do it.”

I wanted to wipe that smirk off his face.

“My ass will smother you,” I protested.

He growled, “Don’t say shit that isn’t true. Besides, your ass is one of my favorite parts of you—that and your pussy, thighs, tits, well pretty much all of you is perfect.”

I sat on the man’s face.

Climbing up on my knees, I lowered my pussy to his lips. At first, I was worried about cutting off his oxygen supply. But after he grabbed my hips and ground his mouth against my core—I was lost.

His tongue was relentless fucking me until my juices had to be choking him. And then he bit gently on my clit, and my world turned upside down. I rode his face clear through my orgasm.

Horrified, I swung my leg off to see if he was okay. But the moment I moved, he pounced, throwing my face down into the covers, he slapped my right ass cheek.

“Damn, girl, this is incredible.”

With one thrust he was inside of me. I cried out and tried to hold on to something as he fucked me for all he was worth. My hands were full of sheets, and my body was singing as he rammed into me with enough force to move me up the bed.

Then I was coming again, harder, and deeper this time. I heard Jake cry out and suddenly felt the flooding of his cum against my cervix. Fuck, that was incredible. It seemed that every time with him was magical.

I was thankful that shifters couldn’t carry diseases and that I was up to date on my birth control because the way we were going at it, we were going to have little lion witch children running about everywhere.

And then it struck me.

The idea wasn’t such a bad one.

Maybe Jake was growing on me.

Maybe we really could be mates, if I gave it a chance that is.

Shit.

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