Page 69 of Elora and the Crow

“Better. I won’t need the paste tonight,” Jonah said.

She gave him a look, and he grinned before whipping off his shirt and tossing it on the table beside the potting soil. “Check for yourself, little witch.”

She studied his back, pleased by how well the puncture wounds from the thorns had healed. Only a few were still scabbed over, and the rest were pink spots of healed skin.

“You’ll have some scarring,” she said, tracing her finger over those pink spots.

He shrugged. “Happens in my line of work.”

She slid her fingers into his thick hair, parting it at the back of his skull to examine the wound. “Oh wow, this looks fantastic. It’s completely healed. No more bouts of dizziness?”

“No,” he said. “I’m much better.”

“Good.” She studied Jonah’s muscular back and, unable to resist, slipped her arms around his waist and trailed her hands across his abdomen. She peppered soft kisses up his spine, enjoying the sound of his low groan when she traced her fingers along his waistband.

Her hand drifted downward, a satisfied smile crossing her face when she felt Jonah’s erection pressing against his jeans. He groaned again and turned to face her. She kissed his chest before lightly sucking on one flat nipple.

“Fuck,” he muttered as his back arched. He reached for her before studying his dirt covered hands. “Let’s go inside, baby.”

“I like it in here,” Elora said with a slight grin as she unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and reached inside his briefs.

“I need to wash my hands before I can touch you… oh, Christ…that feels good,” Jonah moaned as Elora gripped his cock and stroked him firmly.

“You like that, huh?” she said, rubbing her thumb across the head.

“Yeah,” he groaned before reaching for her again. Frustration crossed his face, and he stopped inches from her skin. “Baby, let’s go into the house, please. I want to touch you.”

“I know you do,” she said before sinking to her knees and tugging his jeans and briefs to his thighs. His cock popped free, thick and hard and already leaking precum.

She gripped the base and sucked lightly on the head. Her lust soared at his delicious salty taste. She sucked harder, using her tongue to clean off the head before sliding her lips down his thick shaft.

“Baby, oh fuck, baby, that’s so good,” Jonah moaned. He gripped the table behind him with his soil covered hands, his glittery hot gaze pinned to her mouth and his cock sliding past her lips.

She traced her tongue along the thick vein on the underside, stroking the base of his cock with her hand and then sucking his dick in a hard, fast rhythm. His hips rocked against her, and his low moans made her pussy drip. She couldn’t decide what she wanted more - to fuck him or suck him dry. But when more precum dripped onto her tongue, she couldn’t resist his taste or the look of utter bliss on his face.

She pumped him harder with her hand and sucked until her cheeks hollowed.

“Fuck!” Jonah shouted, his hand clamping against the back of her skull. “Baby, I’m gonna come in your mouth if you don’t stop.”

She sucked faster, and Jonah made another hoarse cry, his fingers digging into her skull. His cock swelling and another desperate moan was her only warning before he filled her mouth with his warm salty taste. She swallowed eagerly as he pumped his cock in and out of her mouth. She reached between his legs and pressed lightly on the smooth spot just behind his balls. He cried out, his cock shivered in her mouth, and more cum spurted onto her tongue. She lapped it up with enthusiasm as Jonah released her head and propped his shaking body against the table.

She hopped to her feet, licking her lips and smiling at Jonah. He leaned against the table, his chest heaving and his cheeks flushed.

“Holy fuck, Elora,” he gasped.

“You like?” she asked.

“Best fucking blow job of my life,” he said.

“Good.” She gave him a pleased look as he staggered upright.

“Shit, I got dirt in your hair,” he said.

She ran her fingers through the strands, letting the soil fall from her fingers. “No big deal.”

“Come inside, and we’ll shower.” He pulled up his pants and buttoned them before reaching for his shirt.

“Oh, um, I was just here to pick up my stuff,” she said.

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