Page 70 of Grave Curse

“Snap, you’re wearing a thong and heels in front of me, with your mile-long legs and perfect, squeezable ass hanging out there on full display. You really think I’m going to let you do dishes now?”

The incredulous way he said it made me snort. “And a bustier, don’t forget.”

“Hell, no, I could never forget the busty thing.Lovethe busty thing.”

I laughed again before turning in his arms. Being six feet tall while wearing six-inch platform heels meant that I could almost look him in the eye. “Is there something else you want me to do besides dishes, Tyr?”

There was a fire burning in his eyes, a fire that promised all sorts of sinful delights. “Show me where you keep your Mr. Happy.”

That was how I came to be in my current position—wearing only the bustier and heels, kneeling between Tyr’s widely spread knees. He sat naked on the edge of my bed, his arms braced behind him on the mattress, his eyes heavy-lidded as he watched me work on taming my gag reflex to push his cock all the way in. I was getting better at this, and I now had what was probably an unhealthy obsession to become the world’s best blowjob queen, if there was such a thing. One, because he clearly loved it so much and I totally got off on making my man sigh and moan in helpless bliss. Two, since he insisted I play with myself every time my knees hit the deck, my pleasure was never denied. And three, I was now addicted to sucking his flavor into me. My mom loved heroin. I loved the taste of Tyr’s cock. Such was the life of an addictive personality.

While one hand worked the base of his shaft, my other hand clutched the quietly humming vibrator. When I’d shown it to him and he saw how many levels it had, he’d asked if I’d ever pushed it up all the way to maximum. I told him that was way too much for me since my clit was clearly too sensitive. When I confessed I’d never made it past mid-level without coming my brains out, he’d just smiled and asked where the lube was.

He'd started me on the lowest setting after inserting it himself, which was quite possibly the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced in my life. I let him play with my pussy with the toy until I almost came, which only took a couple minutes since I was so sensitive. That was when he took the vibrator from me, commanded me to my knees while he undressed and sat on the edge of the bed. It was only after I’d calmed down to almost normal levels that he gave Mr. Happy back to me, and again gave me the instruction not to come while I took him in my mouth.

I didn’t know how much time had passed since we’d come up to my room; the world had melted away and there was only the two of us as we pushed each other toward climax. It was there, flirting at the edges of my blissed-out mind, and I wanted that sweet release so much my muscles hurt from restraining myself. But I wanted to hold back even more, because that was what Tyr liked and wanted, and giving him whatever he found pleasurable fulfilled me in ways I couldn’t begin to explain.

“You’re getting close, aren’t you, baby girl?” The sound of his voice was almost crooning, though the excitement threading through it bubbled through my veins like a drug. “You’re moving around a lot more, fucking Mr. Happy like your life depends on it. Jesus, it’s one helluva beautiful sight, watching you play with yourself until you’ve lost your damn mind.”

Oh God, his words were just about enough to send me flying over that edge he delighted in keeping me on. He needed to stop talking, or I was going to fall.

“I need you to hold on for as long as you can, you hear me? I want to be on the very edge before I fuck you, so get me there, woman. Suck on me hard, stroke me with your tongue and massage my balls, all of it… yeah. Yeah, baby, just like that. Jesus fuck, your mouth is goddamn magic.”

He groaned, and a trickle of saltiness slid down my throat. Tyr made a tortured sound before dragging me off his cock. The moment he did that, he uncorked all the moans I’d been holding back while I plunged the vibrator into me, rolling my hips so that it hit my clit just… so… perfectly…

“Don’t you fucking come.” His voice was unrecognizable, and I loved it. As if by magic, I all but flew off my knees and landed on all fours on the bed. He hauled my ass up high before reaching between my legs and removing the vibrator.

“I’m making all my dreams a reality tonight, so prepare yourself, Snap. It’s gonna be a wild ride.”

Lost in a near-orgasmic haze, I could barely understand his words. “What?”

For an answer, the unmistakable chill of his lube-slicked fingers rubbed all around my anus. Then, even as I gasped in shock, the equally lubed hard tip of Mr. Happy pressed at that threshold.

“Get ready for madness,” was all he said, before I heard the gentle hum of the vibrator suddenly screamed at a setting I’d never used but immediately recognized. I took a breath to tell him no, but he was already shoving the vibrator up my ass, then half a second later filling my pussy with the bold thrust of his cock.

I screamed into the mattress. Instantaneous orgasm was apparently a thing my body could do, because I suddenly found myself in the wild heart of it. My senses boggled, overwhelmed by the alien sensation of being utterly filled, both by the vibrator and Tyr, The toy’s vibrations were so off-the-charts intense thatit felt like my very womb was vibrating with it, and all of that shot me straight into what he promised—madness.

“Fuck, fuck,fuck.” Tyr slammed into me like a jackhammer, so fiercely he moved me across the mattress. “I can feel that shit all the way inside my cock… oh, Jesusfuck, Ginger, you’re such a perfect fuck…yes. Goddamn it,yes!”

I came again and again, a never-ending chain of orgasms where I couldn’t tell where one ended and another began. I lost my mind to it, lost my sense of self other than being Tyr’s fucktoy, and eventually, lost consciousness as I hyperventilated while screaming the only word that mattered.

Tyr.

Chapter Nineteen

Because It’s Everything

“I think I’m just going to come right out and tell the world about our relationship at your party tomorrow night.” Tyr grinned at me as we sat at the kitchen island together. Our simple breakfast of buttery-soft scrambled eggs, bacon and toast with two kinds of jam sat in front of us, along with steaming mugs of coffee—mine with half the contents of the sugar bowl and holiday creamer in it, and his as black as night. “I can’t wait to tell everyone I can fuck my woman so good she loses consciousness.”

I was never going to hear the end of this. “It was for like four seconds, and you were in the same boat.”

“Hell, yeah, I was, because you know how to fuck me just as well. Every brother is going to be green with envy.”

“So it’s true, then? Mabel said the war is probably over after the Rooster Juice massacre,” I explained, sliding off my stool to retrieve the coffee carafe to top off our mugs. After last night, I needed all the caffeine I could get. “If you’re wanting to tell the world about us, does that mean you think the war is over?”

He seesawed his hand as I resumed my seat. “I won’t feel like it’s over until my uncle’s dead and buried and I’ve salted the earth. No, being out in the open about our relationship now is more a matter of knowing that the cat’s already out of the bag.”

“Why would it be? We’ve been careful, haven’t we?”

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