Page 78 of Elora and the Crow

“I’m out, Elora. I’m finished with it for good. I don’t want to be that person anymore. I want to believe I’m good for something other than killing.”

“You are,” she said fiercely, storming over to him and cupping his face. “Jonah, you are so much more than what the Academy turned you into. I promise.”

“You mean that, don’t you?” he said, nearly drowning in a sudden and overwhelming wave of love for her.

“I do,” she said. “You are brilliant and deserve to spend the rest of your life doing something that makes you happy.”

“You make me happy,” he said.

“Then maybe you should do me,” she said tartly and then burst into laughter. “Oh, Jesus, that line was horribly cheesy.”

“It really was.” He scooped her up and carried her up the stairs toward his bedroom. “But I’m still going to do you. Such is your power over me, little witch.”

He set her down next to the bed, and they helped each other undress, Jonah peppering soft kisses on Elora’s smooth skin. When they were both naked, he said, “Lie on the bed so I can eat your pussy.”

“I have a better idea,” Elora said as she reached down and took him in her hand. “Lie on the bed, and I’ll sit on your face.”

“Fuck, yes,” he said, his cock hardening instantly.

Elora laughed and gave him a few rough strokes, making his breath hiss out and his hips jut forward.

He stretched out on the bed, watching with delight as Elora knelt over his face with her back and ass pointing toward him. He squeezed her ass cheeks, kneading her firm skin and staring at her wet pussy.

She peered over her shoulder at him. “Ready, handsome?”

He grinned at her. “I’m going to make you scream louder than you did this morning, little witch.”

“Oh, I think my mouth will be too full for that,” she said with a wicked grin.

“What do you - oh holy hell!” His body jerked upward when Elora leaned over and took his cock into her mouth. She sucked hard, swirling her tongue over the tip and twisting her hand briskly against the base of his cock.

He moaned, his hands digging into her smooth thighs as she set a brisk pace of sucking. After nearly a minute, she released him and looked over her shoulder again. “Jonah, the whole point of sixty-nine-ing is we’re both doing fun things with our tongue and lips.”

“Fuck, sorry,” he groaned. “I got distracted.”

She giggled and gave the head of his cock a kiss. “I get it, but also… get that talented tongue of yours in my pussy.”

“Yes, Elora.” He cupped her thighs and pulled her down until he could give her wet pussy a nice, long lick. She moaned, her back arching and her hand tightening around his dick before he felt the hot, slick slide of her mouth over his cock again.

He thrust into her mouth as he licked his way to her clit and sucked lightly. She made a muffled moaning cry around his dick and bobbed her head faster. She ground her pussy against his mouth, shamelessly seeking her pleasure. He stiffened his tongue and pushed it into her narrow entrance, tightening his grip on her thighs when her body arched again.

He took his time, licking and kissing and sucking every part of her soft warmth as she worshipped his dick with her tongue and lips. She was starting to make those soft cries he associated with her climax, and he tongued her clit harder before sliding one finger into her wet heat.

She cried out around his dick, and he rasped, “Keep sucking, Elora. Suck my cock while you come.”

Her body quivered wildly, but she continued to suck as he pushed her relentlessly toward her orgasm. He captured her clit between his lips and sucked hard, thrusting his finger in and out of her slick heat. She screamed and dug her nails into his thighs as she came hard. Her sweet cream flooded his mouth, and he made his own shout of pleasure before coming in Elora’s mouth. She swallowed his seed as her body shook wildly above him, and more of her cream coated his lips.

She pulled her mouth off his dick with a wet pop and rolled to her side with a soft moan. He sat up and pulled her limp body into a sitting position, encouraging her to scooch around on the bed until he could pull her into his arms.

She curled up against him, her cheek on his chest and her arm and leg slung over his body. She was shivering lightly, and he pulled the sheet and quilt over them. She snuggled in again, kissing his chest as he stroked her long, dark hair.

“That was great,” she said. “At least, I think it was. I’ve never done that before. Did you think it went well?”

He laughed. “Yes. It was amazing. Thank you, Elora.”

“Thankyou,” she said with a cute grin. They were silent for a bit before she said, “Did you have a good afternoon?”

“Yes. How about you? Did you enjoy coffee with Cece?”

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