Page 59 of Grave Curse

“Playtime’s over.” Holy shit, I was panting like a damn dog. Grimly I reached for that control I so arrogantly assured her I had, locked my trembling leg muscles in place, and pushed her head forward. “Suck my cock in deep, woman. Not just the damn tip. All of it.”

I gave her just enough time to gasp before yanking her toward me, while simultaneously thrusting my dick into the wet chamber of her mouth.

Ahh. Heaven.

“I know you’re not one of the easy-lay club girls.” I kept one hand clenched hard in her hair so she didn’t escape, while my other hand clamped on her jaw to ensure she stayed as open as possible. “You got yourself a good gag reflex, but we’re going to train you out of that, yeah? I know this is new, but you can do this.” Of course it was new to her. Like the obsessive stalker I knew I’d become, I had made sure Ginger was almost untouched except in the most basic way, because I wanted to train her to my own personal specifications. Whether she knew it or not, that was my job, my privilege, my ultimate goal in life. She would learn to love pleasuring me exactly the way I liked it, just as I was dedicated to learning every last thing that gave her pleasure, and giving it to her in a way that no other man ever could.

And the first thing I needed her to learn was how to crave taking my dick all the way down her throat, to the point where she felt lost and alone without having me in her mouth to suck on.

“You need to get yourself off whenever you’ve got my dick in your mouth, baby girl.” I thrust carefully, trying to go deeper every time. “It’s only fair, right? I want you moaning as you finger-fuck yourself whenever I have you on your knees. So get your skirt up and finger-bang your clit hard and fast right the fuck now, Ginger. Moan if you understand me.”

She made a low noise, almost stifled by my movements, but when I saw her hand dive under her skirt I smiled my encouragement at her. My Ginger was a genuine good girl, so this rule had to be ingrained in her—if I got sucked off, she had to get off, no exceptions. If I did my job right, in six months’time, just the prospect of getting on her knees in front of me should leave her wet and trembling on the needy verge of climax.

God, how I loved that thought.

I pushed deeper, deeper, holding her head as still as I could. I groaned when my piercing brushed the back of her throat, before I clamped the hand at her jaw even harder. “No teeth, Ginger,” I corrected, still thrusting into her face with the absolute dedication of getting her used to the feel of me hitting the back of her throat. Then there seemed to be a faint pop, and I slid all the way down.Yes. Oh, yes, yes, yes.“That’s it, baby. Your man doesn’t like teeth on his dick, just a sweet, slick glide…” she rolled her lips over the edge of her teeth, and suddenly everything was perfect. “Oh, fuck, that’s my good girl.”

Out of the corner of my eye I saw her movements beneath her skirt get more urgent, jerky. Beautiful.

“Let me fuck your face good and proper like I’ve dreamed of for so long,” I panted, plunging into her face like a wild man, matching her move for frantic move. “Suck on me hard, like making a hickey over my whole cock, bring all the blood to the surface, just… like… that. God, Ginger, you’re making me so fucking happy right now. Yeah, yeah, just like that, keep sucking me off so hard… Oh, God.” The exquisite throbbing became my world, the hardening of my abdominal muscles almost painful, and the tightening of my balls told me I was about to release the biggest load I’d ever had.

And suddenly I didn’t want to be down her throat.

With a strength I didn’t know I possessed, I pulled her head away from my body, blindly reached for an overturned chair that had once been by her little high-heeled shoe display, and righted it. Half a second later I yanked her skirt up and ripped her panties off. Then I picked her up and made her straddle me as I sat in that chair, our faces no more than an inch or two apart.

“In time, I’ll teach you how to swallow everything I give you, something you’ll learn to love,” I promised her, thrilled at how breathless she was. “But for now whenever I come, it’s going to be inside your sweet pussy so I can make damn sure I’m putting my baby in you.”

“You’re crazy.” The phrase seemed automatic, a typical Ginger-response that appeared without any real thought or malice. “But since I’m not screaming about protection, I must be crazy too.”

“I had a prospect guarding you all day.” I didn’t know why I told her that, but since it was out I went for full disclosure. “He had standing orders to stop you from going into any drugstore so you wouldn’t go for a morning-after pill. But you never went near one. Why?”

“Guess I forgot.”

“Bullshit,” I chided, my voice no more than a growl. “You know damn well why you didn’t go. I need you to say it out loud so that you know you welcome the reality around you.”

“You really want to do this now?”

“Right now, Ginger. Say it.”

She made a sound of frustration. “I didn’t go to the drugstore because I think I’m okay with… you know.” She tried lifting up so that she could position my cock at her threshold, and I reached between us to slide the tip along her wet channel before inserting the tip into her depths.

“Say it, Gingersnap.”

“I’m okay with getting knocked up.”

She was almost there. “You’re okay with getting knocked up withmy baby. Say it.”

“I’m okay with…oh.” Slowly I let her slide down, both of us groaning at the sweet absorption of my stiff shaft into her hot, wet pussy. “Oh,Tyr. You’re right, I can,oh… I feel that knob hitting me just…oh… Hitting me just right.Ohhh.” With everyroll of my hips, her body jerked and her breath gasped, but she still wasn’t completely where I needed her to be.

“Tell me you want to get knocked up withmybaby, and my baby alone, woman.” Mindless ecstasy bit huge chunks out of my conscious mind, and no matter how hard I tried to hold it off, I sank deeper into the blissed-out madness drugging my system. I was losing it, fast. “Tell me to fuck my baby into you. Say it now and mean it, goddamn it.”

“Fuck your baby into me, Tyr. I want you more than anything, so fuck me hard and give me your baby…oh, yes.” The words seemed to push her over some internal ledge. Her head flung back with the force of her cries, her lithe body frantically riding my dick while the walls of her pussy convulsed around my hardened flesh. That was all that was needed to shatter what little control I had left.

Driven by the mindless need to fill her womb, I came so damn hard I almost passed out with it. Every muscle I possessed strained to fill her, and while my cries of completion joined hers, all I could do was try to bury myself so deeply inside her that nothing could ever pull us apart.

Except a broken chair.

With her breathless moans still echoing in my ears, I collapsed back against the chair’s backrest. A sharp snap, like a board being snapped in two, cracked around the room, and the next moment we were falling. Instinctively I wrapped her up against my chest and rolled so that I hit the floor with her on top of me. Blankly I stared up at her, before swiveling my head around to look at the chair, once again on its side but now with only three legs. It looked oddly appropriate with the ruin of the shop as a backdrop.

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