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  He lifted a brow, “Who said that I needed help?”

  I took a step back. Everyone in Oz had a bit of magic in them. But very few could wield it. My sister Elphaba was one of them, as was my sister Glenda—Miss Goody-Two-Shoes, as El and I liked to call her.

  I knew that neither of my sisters would go out of their way to help Scarecrow. He seemed to think he was above the law, and since that happened to be my father, it didn’t sit well with anyone in the family.

  “Scarecrow, if you have made a deal with the devil, I need to know. I won’t be a part of something,” I hated to add it. But some things needed to be voiced. So, I let it fly, “Bad.”

  His grin was dark and so damn arousing that I squirmed in his presence. This seemed to only heighten his amusement of me.

  His grin deepened as he said. “Angel, if anyone has come to deal with the devil, it is you—not me.”

  “You,” I spat, “being evil incarnate I suppose. I completely agree with your assessment on this one.”

  His rich laugh raised bumps on my arms as Scarecrow walked over to where I was standing.

  Suddenly I wanted some distance between us, “This is a lovely home.” I babbled, “Did you decorate it yourself?”

  “No,” was his only reply as he stalked me, following every step that I took until my back slammed against the wall. “Looks like you have run out of time, Princess. So, what is it going to be? Are we stripping down or has this all been a tease?”

  I brought my knee up, but he was faster than I was, trapping my thigh in his iron-like grip, “Now, that wasn’t very nice,” he purred against my ear.

  “I already told you that I would do anything, Scarecrow, you don’t need to throw it in my face.” It was a stupid bravado move, that looking back afterward, I would cringe at. But I had never expected what happened next.

  In a moment, my jeans were being tugged down my thighs, and then with a rough yank, my panties were ripped from my body.

  “What the hell?” I began, but couldn’t continue when my same panties were thrust into my mouth, gagging my reply.

  My eyes glared at him. He had my hands behind my back in one of his huge paws and I couldn’t break free.

  The other was slipping along my pussy lips, noting how wet I really was.

  Scarecrow’s smile was so dark and sinister that I was almost afraid for a moment. He watched me like a hawk, not penetrating my folds, just slipping along the outer lips, wreaking havoc on my equilibrium.

  I moaned, low in my throat. I couldn’t have stopped myself, all my thoughts and reasons shot to hell. I opened my legs as wide as I could and tried to make him enter me.

  That was all it took for his eyes to turn coal black with lust. “Trying to top from the bottom, Angel?”

  I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about. I just wanted him to touch me.

  I let out a frustrated cry and he picked me up in one arm. I had known that he was strong, but I had no idea just how much of a turn on that would be.

  He carried me into his bedroom. There was a huge bed made up of navy linens that felt like silk against my heated skin. I didn’t notice that he was tying my wrists to the headboard until I tried to reach out and feel his silky dark hair.

  The lighting in the room was dim, but I could make out the expensive, heavy furniture. And the entire room smelled dark and exotic, just like him.

  My heart was racing, and I gasped when he ripped my shirt in half so that my breasts were exposed. He popped open the front clasp and pushed the purple lace away from my tender skin.

  I didn’t have huge breasts, but they were firm and perky. I wasn’t ashamed of them, but I hadn’t had anyone looking so closely at them before. His fingers traced the swells, lightly dragging his fingernail against me until I was panting.

  I just wanted him to touch me. I was starting to feel like anywhere would do. And then his mouth leaned down and took my aching nipple into the hot cavern of his mouth.

  He rolled it with his tongue, making my hips thrash in desperate attempts to ease the ache between them.

  He sucked the bud, flattening it out against the roof of his mouth only to let it pop out so that he could begin again.

  Scarecrow spent a lot of time getting to know my breasts and what things made me go the craziest.

  The pressure was intense. I had never been this close to orgasm without my pussy ever being touched.

  Tears formed in my eyes and I knew, that if I hadn’t had my thong stopping my words, I would have been begging him.

  Finally, he took pity on me. Kissing and licking his way down my body, Scarecrow didn’t leave an inch uncharted. He left fresh purple love bites on my breasts and lower stomach.

  I felt his teeth graze my skin and my eyes rolled back in my head.

  And then he parted my thighs with his massive hands. “Look at me, Indy.”

  My unfocused eyes had a hard time locking in on him. But I didn’t expect the stinging slap that hit my left butt cheek.

  I glared in outrage, but he only laughed. “That got your attention little one, didn’t it?”

  He pushed my thighs back, opening me impossibly wide to his dark lustful gaze. This time when he bent to kiss the inside of my thigh, I whimpered.

  Not realizing that tears were still streaming down my face. I wanted this—needed him, so badly.

  “I’ve got you, Indy,” his voice was like dark chocolate washing over me.

  And then he licked me from end to end, and I screamed against my panties.

  Back and forth, exploring every inch of my pussy, Scarecrow licked and sucked until I was incoherent. My arms ached from me trying to tug them free. My hips couldn’t stop from trying to hump his face. My voice was nearly gone from the screaming.

  Just when I thought that I couldn’t take another moment of this exquisite torture, Scarecrow sucked my clit into his mouth and gave a hard pull with his tongue.

  My body flew into oblivion, wave after glorious wave crashed over me. I felt a burning in my core, unlike anything I had ever felt before. And I was helpless to the onslaught of his tongue as he continued to work me until I couldn’t see straight, couldn’t reason, and could hardly breathe.

  I felt my hands be released and then he picked up my boneless body and tucked it against his larger frame.

  “Sleep, little one,” he soothed, kissing the top of my head. “We will talk in the morning.”

  But I was already more than halfway gone and couldn’t have argued with him if I had wanted to.

  And being held safely in his arms seemed like the best place in the world to me.

  CHAPTER 3

  I had the most fantastic dream. Some faceless lover was buried between my thighs and he knew exactly what to do with his talented tongue. I could feel his whiskered cheeks on the inside of my thighs, and my hands reached down to sink into his dark hair.

  I typically wasn’t an overly passionate person. I mean—I liked sex. Who doesn’t? But I can also go without it. And to be perfectly honest, I get more of a thrill from my vibrator than I have from any man.

  And I never had sex dreams—ever.

  My lover had coaxed my legs over his shoulders and I felt him lift me by my ass. Plundering deep into my core, he fucked me with his mouth mercilessly.

  I was going to come.

  And then I heard him speak, “You are so fucking sexy, Indy. Come for me, Princess.”

  Wait a minute. That sounded just like...

  My eyes flew open, “Scarecrow?”

  My voice was thick with sleep and coated with desire.

  He laughed against my core sending shivers of pleasure against my spine.

  “Who else, Princess?” his dark eyes were smiling at me. But what really had my stomach clenching was my juices all over his face. Good Lord, it was even on his forehead.

  I tried to pull my legs down, but he wasn’t having it.

  “Nope,” he grinned and bent his head again to take my clit into his mouth. His eyes never lef
t mine as he began to suck.

  My hips flew into his face as my hands gripped my breasts, molding and pulling on my nipples.

  “Fuck, yeah!” he growled and slid a finger into me, curving it up to hit my g-spot.

  And I exploded, screaming out, “Scarecrow, don’t stop! Oh, oh, Scarecrow!”

  He continued to stroke me until I wound down from the incredible high.

  “That was...” I couldn’t even form sentences. “Where did you learn that?”

  He wiped his face on the sheet and I blushed furiously.

  “You really don’t want to know that,” Scarecrow grinned.

  And I realized that he was lying there buck ass naked, the same as me.

  I covered my breasts, flushing until I must have been beet red.

  Scarecrow threw his head back and laughed. I couldn’t help but notice his golden skin and the curve of his neck as it met his muscular shoulders.

  I didn’t want to check him out, but damn, I have never seen anything like him. He actually had an eight-pack! As if a six pack was a paltry thing and I was acutely aware of the extra ten pounds that I needed to lose.

  My stomach had never been flat. I had a gentle curve that no amount of Pilates had ever cured. Not that I went a lot or had been in the last month or two.

  My thighs were toned, but they met in the middle, and my breasts were full with large areolas. I had the girl next door vibe down pat, with my wavy brown hair and green eyes.

  “There is no need to get shy on me now, Indy,” he was still smiling, and I wished to heaven he wasn’t so damn sexy.

  “Where are my clothes?” I croaked.

  He raised a brow, “You don’t need them.”

  “Hell yeah, I do!” I retorted, sliding to the edge of his huge bed to look at the floor.

  My clothes were nowhere to be found, but I could see his shirt, so I grabbed it to pull over me.

  Thankfully it fell past my ass, even if it was only an inch or two. Feeling more confident I looked back at him.

  Scarecrow had scooted up against the headboard. His hands were comfortably behind his head. And his beautifully muscled, tattooed body on full display, but this alone wasn’t the most shocking.

  Standing loud and proud away from his body was the largest dick I had ever seen. My eyes were glued, and I couldn’t look away.

  “Eyes up here, Princess,” the amusement in his voice grated on my nerves.

  My eyes flew to his face, “I wasn’t looking at anything, not your dick, I certainly wasn’t looking there!”

  “Indy, you are something else. I think I am going to like our new arrangement.”

  “What new arrangement?” I asked stupidly. “Put some damn clothes on! I can’t concentrate with your cock waving at me.”

  The confident smirk on his face only widened, “As you wish.”

  He got up and pulled on his faded Levi’s, not even bothering to zip them. I could still see a hell of a lot more than I had bargained for.

  “No underwear?”

  Sometimes I really hated my impulsive mouth—this was one of those times.

  His dark eyes followed me as I moved to get back on the edge of the bed. I pulled the sheet around my waist, feeling slightly better about my own lack of underwear.

  “They just get in the way,” his white smile had my pussy whimpering. I knew what he could do with that mouth. I was still feeling the aftershocks.

  His eyes took on a hooded look, “If you keep looking at me like that, Indy, we will never learn what you need from me.”

  I cocked my head to the side, “What look?”

  “Like you want my dick pounding your pussy. Shit woman, you are sitting on my bed, in my shirt, and the room still smells like your pussy. I am barely holding on as it is.”

  Another gush of liquid rushed to my core. I wasn’t sure I didn’t want him to follow up with what he was promising. I glanced up at him once more time, unconsciously biting my lip.

  “Fuck talking—there is always later.”

  He stalked across the room like a panther, his body a piece of art. I squealed when he grabbed my foot and yanked the sheet away from me. His shirt was soon pulled over my head, and his lips landed on my breasts.

  I grabbed his head. I loved his hair. It was silky and soft, the dark strands falling across his forehead.

  As he kissed and worried one nipple, he was teasing and taunting the other. I arched my back to bring him closer to me.

  I have never felt this way before—needy and out of control.

  “We are going to have to try some nipple clamps,” he breathed against my breast. And I shuddered at the thought.

  I wasn’t this girl—was I?

  I didn’t have time to think about it because Scarecrow lifted me up and soon I was sprawled across his massive chest. I don’t know when he removed his pants, but I was so glad that he had.

  The head of his cock teased my hole. I bobbed up and down on him taking the smallest bit and then pulling away.

  He groaned deep in his throat and grabbed my face for a kiss. I could die kissing this man. He didn’t do anything by halves and I was consumed by his passion.

  I needed more. So, I sank down deeper taking more of his dick inside of me. It was so thick that I gasped as it stretched me.

  Scarecrow didn’t wait for me to adjust, he started thrusting long and hard. Taking my hips in his hands, he lifted my body up and down at his will.

  I sank my nails into his chest and held on for dear life.

  “Fuck, Indy,” he rasped, “I can’t get enough of you.”

  I sat up and flipped myself around so that my back and ass were what he saw. He groaned in appreciation and I began to ride him for all he’s worth.

  I could feel him hitting places inside of me that I hadn’t known existed.

  “This ass,” he moaned, “I can’t wait to fuck your ass, Indy. There is no one on the earth with an ass like this.”

  I could have argued that my identical twin sister indeed carried the same ass. All I could do though was moan as I slipped my hand between my legs to find my clit.

  As soon as I started rubbing, I felt my orgasm rushing towards me.

  “Indy,” he moaned my name gripping my hips punishingly. “I'm almost there.”

  I increased my speed, slamming myself down as I rubbed for all I was worth. Suddenly I erupted, waves of pleasure tightening my nipples and causing my juices to coat his cock. His release sent me into another orgasm, and I clutched his legs tightly as I rode it out.

  My pussy felt used and abused. But I felt amazing. I never in a million years would have dreamed that sex could be this way.

  He pulled me around, “Are we going to fuck all day? Or are you going to tell me what has landed you in my bed?”

  And in a flash, I remembered just where I was and who I was with.

  What the hell? I was acting like a two-bit whore and the worst part was that I would gladly do it again.

  CHAPTER 4

  I told him everything, about that pretender Dorothy that had absconded with my shoes. I told him about her trying to drop a house on me, and how I thought I was rid of her until some of the Munchkins started turning up dead.

  Scarecrow rubbed his dark whiskered jaw and I found myself trailing off whatever I had been saying just to watch the motion.

  His chiseled jawline was perfection and I loved his high cheekbones—those lips and that tongue. I shuddered inadvertently.

  “Indy, you are doing it again,” his dark whisper brought my eyes to his own, and I flushed holding the sheet to my chest.

  “Give me my clothes back,” I muttered, “Your nakedness is distracting the hell out of me.”

  He smiled widely and then stood. I saw every inch of his tall frame. Those tree trunks that pose for thighs and his impossibly hard ass. There wasn’t an inch of his muscular body that didn’t have my mouth watering.

  And I had more than noticed his dick was at half-mast. So, sue me, it was something that yo
u couldn’t not stare at.

  He threw me my purple lace bra and one of his black t-shirts. And I remembered that the last time I had seen my panties, they were stuffed in my mouth.

  “I need something for the bottom half,” I complained as I roped the girls back into their confines of purple lace.

  “You really don’t,” he smirked, but went over to a large dresser and pulled out a faded pair of boxers. “This will have to do.”

  I gratefully accepted them and rolled the waist so that they would stay up. “You need some clothes too, Scarecrow.” I reminded.

  He raised a brow but didn’t complain as he pulled his jeans back on—this time buttoning them.

  “Are you hungry?” he asked.

  I immediately had an image of his cock sliding into my mouth. Hell yeah, I was hungry.

  In a flash he was next to me, his hands clutching my ass possessively, “You have a filthy mind, Princess.”

  “You don’t know what I was thinking,” I whimpered as he brought his lips to my neck.

  “Your green eyes darken and your lips part when you're thinking about fucking.”

  I had no idea that he had paid that close attention to me. “Maybe I was thinking about eggs and sausage?”

  His smile against my neck had my pussy clenching.

  “You were thinking about my sausage, and for the record, no biting,” he nipped at my neck and I moaned softly.

  Scarecrow was frozen for a second against me and then to my dismay, he let me go.

  “Come on, Indy, we need to feed you,” he walked out of his room without a second glance and my eyes zeroed in on his deeply tanned back. I couldn’t help but allow myself to linger on his impossibly tight butt.

  “Stop staring at my ass, Princess,” he called out, and my eyes flashed to his face.

  Embarrassed at being caught, I flipped him off and followed him into the large open area of his apartment.

  In the light of day, I was even more impressed with how gorgeous the place was. The kitchen had a massive island with waterfall countertops. The stainless steel looked to be brand new and he had top of the line appliances that made me incredibly jealous.