Page 5 of Cupid's Curse

He teases me, swirling his tongue around mine, his fingers sinking into the soft curves of my body as I pull him closer, pressing our bodies flush against one another as we break free from the door’s confines.

In the dim light, we navigate the hallway to my room, our mouths never parting. He gently lays me on my bed, his body following suit, cascading down to rest atop mine. His hands explore my body like a blind man reading an intricate map, sending delicious shivers coursing through me, igniting a heat I’ve never experienced before—not even with shrimp-dick Kaleb.

As we roll together on the bed, our clothes begin to vanish, our lips parting only long enough to shed each layer before reconnecting with fervor. We delve into each other's mouths as if they hold the secrets to hidden treasures that we're both so desperate to find.

Somehow, I find myself naked on top of Kallen, leaning down to press a kiss to the side of his neck. His hand shoots up to playfully grasp mine, teasingly squeezing as I grind against him, feeling him grow harder and rise, pressing against the slick warmth between my trembling thighs.

"Fuck, you're soaked," he whispers as he nips at my earlobe, making my body tremble even more than my thighs as his cock continues to prod at my entrance.

"What can I say?" I flirt back, raking my black acrylic nails down his beautifully tattooed chest, making him let out a grunt of approval as he reaches his free hand behind me and begins to knead my ass like dough.

"Guess you just know how to get me going." I breathe against his ear, savoring the way his breath hitches just a little.

He suddenly flips me onto my back, hovering over me while staring into my eyes, my hands gliding up and down his muscular back. There’s something intoxicating about this moment—the thrill of our bodies colliding, the sweet desperation simmering between us. I feel powerful, and I want him to know that, more than I ever wanted anyone—especially Kaleb—to know.

With a sudden burst of confidence, I shift my weight and flip us over, again straddling him with my knees planted firmly on either side of his hips. The surprise in his eyes morphs into admiration, as if he’s just realized how fiercely I could take control. I lean down, capturing his lips in a heated kiss once more, my body grinding against his. I can feel the heat radiating between us, charging the air with electricity.

“Looks like somebody’s finally feeling bold,” he chuckles, the warmth of his voice sending shivers down my spine.

“Just keeping up with you,” I tease, focusing on the way his chest rises and falls beneath me.

I sit up slightly, relishing the view. His dark hair tousled and damp, his body glistening in the low light—Kallen looks every bit the dangerous man I’ve always found so irresistible.

I lean back a little, teasingly dragging my nails along the sensitive skin of his thighs, savoring each gasp and groan he releases. His eyes darken with desire, and I can’t help but bite my lip in anticipation. I want him to lose himself in this moment, to succumb entirely to the madness we’re creating together.

“Tell me what you want,” he urges, voice low and rough. There’s a challenge in his gaze, one that compels me to push further.

I smirk, glancing down at him with playful defiance. “I want you to make me feel good. Really fucking good.”

The moment I say those words, Kallen’s hands find my waist, and he flips us again, bringing me back beneath him. He hovers above me, dominating the space, his breath warm against my collarbone. “Is that an order?”

“Maybe,” I whisper, encouraging him with a tilt of my hips, longing for the friction that my body craves.

“Good, because I aim to please,” he replies, his lips wrapping around my nipple, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.

I arch my back, urging him to continue, to explore, to unleash the primal need that’s been boiling inside me ever since we bumped into each other the first time.

His mouth moves lower, trailing down my stomach as he drinks me in, each kiss igniting my skin with fire. He stops just above my throbbing core, looking up at me with those intoxicating eyes—challenging, hungry, and filled with a promise.

“Are you ready? Cus I'm fucking starving,” he asks, and I nod frantically, every part of me screaming for what’s to come.

With a knowing smile, he delivers, and I’m plunged into a world of ecstasy as he takes his time, teasing and teasing, until I feel like I might explode. The room becomes a blur of moans, gasps, and heated whispers, the night stretching long before us—a tapestry painted with raw passion and the urgency of youth.

His pierced tongue laps up the wetness he has coaxed from me, making his lips and chin glisten as he comes up just to make a show of licking my arousal off them. And then he dives back down, plunging his tongue inside of me while his fingers dig into my thighs as he pushes them open wider.

I reach down and tug on his curls, pressing his mouth firmly against my pussy as he continues to eat me like a five-course meal, my legs quivering as the muscles in my lower belly tighten from the pleasure.

Every flick of his tongue sends shockwaves through me, our bodies performing an intoxicating dance fueled by the heat of desire and the sweet nectar of my need. I arch my back, losing myself in the moment, completely at the mercy of Kallen’s hungry mouth. My moans fill the room, a symphony of pleasure that echoes off the walls, urging him on as he effortlessly brings me closer to the edge.

“God, Kallen… yes,” I moan breathlessly, my fingers tightening in his hair, and he responds with a growl that sends a fresh wave of pleasure coursing through me.

He relishes the taste of my desire, his determination unwavering as he buries his face deeper, setting a rhythm that makes me pant and writhe beneath him.

“Can’t get enough of you,” he murmurs against my sensitive skin before tugging on my clit, the vibrations sending violent jolts of ecstasy throughout my body.

He looks up at me, those dark eyes filled with an insatiable hunger, as he resumes his ministrations. Each push and swirl of his tongue is deliberate and calculated, driving me wild with an intensity I’ve never known.

“Don’t stop,” I plead, breathless and frantic. “I’m so close…”

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