Page 73 of Elora and the Crow

“Is that a technical term?” he asked as they both shoved their pants and underwear down their legs and kicked them off.

She straddled him again, tearing open the condom and rolling it onto his dick.

“Thank you, baby.” He lifted her as she grasped his cock and guided it into her perfect pussy. She blew her breath out as he helped her sink slowly onto his dick, gritting his teeth at the wet hot grip of her pussy.

“God, you’re thick,” she muttered as she settled in his lap, her soft thighs against his and her hands gripping the back of the couch behind him.

“Too much for you, little witch?” he grinned.

“No.” She scowled at him. “As long as you don’t decide to jackhammer into me.”

He laughed hard, and she made a little squeal and rocked back and forth on his dick. “Oh, that felt good when you laughed.”

“I could find a comedy show on Hulu and watch it while you use me for your insatiable appetite,” he said.

She gripped his shoulders and bounced on his lap. He muttered a curse and clamped his hands on her narrow hips, thrusting up into her with a hard, abrupt motion that brought another soft squeal of pleasure from her lips.

“Nope, this works even better,” she said. “Keep doing that.”

In the last few days, Elora had become more confident and more… well, honestly, a little demanding about what she wanted in bed, and he couldn’t have fucking loved it more. He loved it when a woman wasn’t shy about what she wanted or needed when being fucked.

“Whatever you want, baby,” he said before giving her exactly what she asked for.

Her cries of excitement grew louder, her body moving faster against his as she used the couch for leverage. Elora couldn’t always come without clit stimulation, and while he knew how this made him sound, he took it as a goddamn personal victory whenever she did.

But could you blame him? Her obvious surprise and delight when she did orgasm using just his cock made him feel like some sort of sex god.

“Ohhh,” she sighed. “Jonah, I think I might come.”

“That’s good, baby.” He tweaked her nipples, and she made a soft crow of delight, her back arching as she bounced faster.

“Feels so good,” she moaned. “I love your cock.”

He grinned. “He loves you too, little witch. Now show me how pretty you look coming all over him.”

“Yes, Jonah,” she panted.

Fuck, he was barely hanging on by a thread here. The slick slide of her pussy, its tight grip around his dick, had him on the verge of coming. He fucked Elora harder, wrapping his arm around her waist and holding her tight against him as he drove up into her over and over.

Just as he could no longer hold back, Elora made a loud cry, and her pussy clamped around his cock as she climaxed. He shouted her name and came hard, pumping into her over and over as the pleasure washed over him.

She collapsed against his chest, her hair sticking to his face and chest, her cheeks flushed, and her body quivering.

“Christ, that was good,” she whispered.

“So good.” He kissed her temple and held her closer when she tried to sit up. “Not yet, baby.”

She relaxed against him, tracing small circles on his chest with the tip of her finger. “You’re the only guy I’ve ever been able to have an orgasm with from sex alone.”

He kissed her temple again. “I like making you feel good.”

She sat up a little and smiled at him. “You make me happy, Jonah, and not just because of the incredible orgasms.”

“You make me happy, too, little witch,” he said, his voice low and intimate.

They stared at each other, the air between them charged with an energy that Jonah could almost taste. God, he loved her so much, and knowing he could never have anything more than this with her was killing him. Some day, she’d grow tired of the friends with benefits and move on, and he’d be left alone to mourn her.

Scarily attuned to his emotions, Elora touched his cheek and said, “What’s wrong?”

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