Page 65 of Elora and the Crow

He paused, his warm hands stroking her thighs. “Do you still want me to fuck you, baby?”

“Yes,” she said.

His smile of relief was adorable, and she sat up, pressing a kiss against his chest. “Did you think I would say no?”

“I just want to be sure,” he said. “If you’ve changed your mind, you can say so. I won’t be upset.”

“I haven’t changed my mind. Why would I?” She ran her palm over his chest.

His breath hitched when her fingers grazed one flat nipple. “You know who I am and what I’ve done, and now that you’ve been… satisfied, I wouldn’t blame you if you’ve changed your mind about fucking me.”

She kissed his chest again, letting her tongue linger on his nipple until he moaned. “I won’t be satisfied until I have your cock in me, Jonah.”

“Fuck,” he muttered. “Keep talking like that, and I’ll blow my load all over your goddamn thigh.”

She laughed and nipped his collarbone. “We can’t have that, can we?”

He shook his head, his hand gripping the base of his cock and squeezing hard when she sucked experimentally on his nipple. “Fuck, baby, that feels so good. Lie back, I need to be in your pussy.”

She relaxed on her back, spreading her legs wide again as Jonah, his dark eyes staring intensely at her pussy, pressed the head of his cock against her entrance.

Elora gasped when he pierced her, his thick cock spearing its way into her willing body. Her inner muscles fluttered, and she worked hard to stretch around the unexpected invasion as Jonah gritted his teeth and stopped.

“You okay, baby?”

“Yes,” she gasped. She stared at their bodies. Only half of his thick cock was wedged inside of her, and she made a trembling sound that was half-laugh and half-groan. “I don’t know if I can take all of you.”

“You can,” he said, petting her hip soothingly. “Just relax for me.”

“Trying,” she said.

He leaned down and nuzzled the hollow of her throat before kissing his way to her right nipple. He licked and sucked at it, sending fresh heat and a new wave of wetness to her core to help smooth his path.

“Good,” he said before sucking hard on her nipple. “Give me what I want, little witch.”

He tugged on her leg, and she let them go limp, spreading them wide until she felt the burn in her thigh muscles.

“Good,” he repeated as he worked his cock in deeper. “You’re doing so well to take me, baby.”

He pulled back slightly and pushed in deeper until, with a final low moan from both of them, he buried himself to the base. He dragged himself out slowly and then pushed back in with another long, heavy drag that she felt to her toes.

“Oh God,” she gasped, clutching at his waist. “Oh, Jonah.”

“So tight,” he muttered as he moved in and out of her body.

She admired his control, the slow and steady pace he set as he fucked her. She met each of his thrusts, reminding herself not to touch his back as that bright pleasure grew in her pelvis.

“Do you need me to touch your clit to come?” he asked.

“Usually, but… no,” she gasped, her fingers digging into his hips. “No, this is good, honey. Harder, okay? Fuck me harder, and I’ll come.”

“Yes, little witch,” he said hoarsely.

He reared back, withdrawing and then returning home with thick and heavy strokes that ignited the spark in her pelvis into an out-of-control flame.

She cried his name, her hands clamping down on his hips as her second orgasm rolled through her body. Her pussy tightened around him, and he made a hoarse shout. His body stiffened above hers, and he drove hard into her before going still, his head falling back as his body shuddered wildly.

He collapsed on her, and she made a soft grunt of pain.

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