Page 6 of Cupid's Curse

He responds by picking up the pace, giving me everything I need, and then some, his fingers now circling my clit with a deftness that makes my hips buck uncontrollably. I can feel that familiar tightening in my core, the sweet anticipation of release building to an unbearable crescendo. I gasp, my body quivering as he expertly pulls me closer, teetering on the precipice of pure bliss.

The world begins to fade beyond the sensation of him—my breathing, his touch, the burning need that consumes me—until it all explodes into a galaxy of light and sound. My back arches off the bed as pleasure washes over me, crashing like waves against the shore. I cry out Kallen’s name, shattering my own sense of control as the waves of ecstasy carry me away.

As I tumble back into reality, he shifts back up my body, his lips curling into a satisfied smile. “Told you I aim to please.” There’s a glint of mischief in his eyes, and I can’t help but return his grin despite the delicious haze clouding my senses.

“Fucking hell,” I manage to muster, still catching my breath. “That was incredible.”

“Just wait till you see what else I can do,” he murmurs, his voice low and sultry as he moves, prompting me to inhale sharply in anticipation. “I’ve only just begun.”

Before I can respond, he claims my lips once more, his kiss heating back up as our bodies instinctively reconnect. I can taste myself on him—a raw reminder of how he brings out this wild side of me. But Kallen's not done yet; his hands rove my body with a fierce urgency, reigniting the fire that hadn’t even had a chance to dim.

As our kisses deepen, I become hyper-aware of him—his warmth spreading through me, his heartbeat drumming a steady rhythm against my skin, the way his fingers lace through my hair as if holding onto this moment for dear life. It’s intoxicating, and I crave more.

“Let’s go again,” I whisper, grinning challengingly as I pull him closer, feeling every hard inch of him against me. The hunger in his eyes mirrored my own, a promise of even more to come.

With that, Kallen knows exactly what I mean. The air is electric as he nods, hands firmly gripping my waist once more. In one swift motion, he flips us again—this time, I’m pinned beneath him but on my knees with my ass in the air, his massivecock poking into it, yet excitedly liberated by the change. The thrill of him being in control electrifies the atmosphere, dissolving the world around us until there’s only us—our bodies, our desires, the insatiable dance of intimacy burning brightly like fire.

Kallen's expressions deepen, and with every second, the connection between us strengthens, transcending the boundaries within the chaotic whirlwind we’ve crafted. The night stretches endlessly ahead as he slides into me with desperation, my pussy molding around his cock, and with every thrust, every kiss, I know we’re spiraling deeper into this wild oblivion where nothing else matters—just the two of us in this intimate chaos.

He pushes on my lower back, putting me at the perfect angle for him to thrust in and out as deep as he can go. His hand grabs a fistful of my hair, and he tugs roughly, jerking my head up and back while firmly gripping my throat, giving me the best hand necklace I've ever gotten.

His thrusts are wild and demanding, my bed thumping into the wall as he fucks me harder, my tits bouncing beneath me and my nipples grazing the sheet, giving me another chill. But he doesn't let up. He goes harder and deeper, ripping moans and sounds I've never heard coming from my throat, and all I want is more.

I feel like I'm unraveling in his grip, lost in the rhythm of our bodies meeting over and over again. His deep growls of pleasure resonate against my back, sending jolts of excitement through me with each thrust. I can tell he’s losing himself, too—his movements become erratic, driven by a primal need that echoes my own. It’s intoxicating, and it drives me fucking wild.

“God, yes,” I gasp, my voice raw with desire. “Just like... fuck, just like that.”

Kallen responds by tightening his hold on my hair and throat, exerting a delicious control that makes my heart race. Every time he fills me completely, the world outside disappears, and all that exists is the heady connection between us. I rock my hips back against him, reveling in the feeling of him stretching me and claiming me.

“Your body is fucking perfect,” he growls lowly, punctuating his words with another deep thrust that makes me moan louder.

The sensation leaves me breathless, and I can feel the tension building deeper within my core, an insatiable longing that begs for release.

“Please—don’t stop,” I whimper, daring to glance back over my shoulder, meeting his smoldering gaze.

There’s a fierce intensity in his eyes, the kind that ignites my body and convinces me he wants this just as much as I do.

His grip on my throat loosens slightly, and I can breathe again, though the heat of his body pressing against mine is almost suffocating in the best way. Kallen lets go of my hair, sliding his hand down my back and wrapping it around my waist, driving me closer with every powerful thrust.

“You want it harder, pretty girl?” he asks, his voice dripping with challenge. The fire in his gaze promises that he can give me everything I crave, and my heart hammers in response.

“Yes!” I cry, pushing my hips back against his, eager for more. “I want it so bad.”

With a low growl, he obliges, increasing the tempo and the intensity. The sound of skin slapping against skin and our ragged breaths fill the room, mingling together in a primal symphony. Each thrust reverberates through me, stirring sensations I never knew existed, pulling me closer to the precipice I’m dying to leap from.

"Fuck—you feel so good,” he pants, his fingers digging into my hips as he drives deeper. “You’re mine, you know that?”

The possessive statement sends thrills coursing through me, heightening the pleasure and giving me a sense of belonging I didn’t know I was missing.

“I’m yours, Kallen. All yours,” I breathe a lie, lost in the madness that has enveloped us.

“Good,” he replies with a fierce smile, and then he angles his thrusts to hit the sweet spot deep inside me, forcing me to cry out again as stars dance behind my eyelids. I feel the tension peak, bubbling just beneath the surface and ready to overflow.

“Almost there,” I manage to whisper, desperation lacing my words. “Just a little more!”

He responds by slamming into me harder than before, the sound of our bodies colliding echoing around the room. I feel every inch of his cock—a rush of heat, pressure, and pleasure that builds until I’m consumed by it. I cling to the sheets, my body arching helplessly as I spin closer to the edge.

“Let go, pretty girl,” he urges, his voice low and filled with urgency. “I want to feel you come all over my cock.”

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