Page 61 of Curse

I keep up a punishing pace as tears run down her cheeks, dragging the pad of my thumb through the wet streaks on her face. My balls tighten, my cock thickens in her mouth.

I get the feeling she’s never had her face fucked like this before either, and that thought drives me to thrust harder, deeper, hitting the back of her throat every time.

“Fuck, Siena,” I groan. “Your mouth is fucking heaven, kitten. So fucking warm. So fucking wet for me. Fuck, baby. I’m going to come.”

Gripping the back of her head, I thrust myself as deep in her mouth as I can as my orgasm explodes through me. My cock pulses, shooting cum down the back of her throat as her face flushes a dark red.

She swallows, her throat tight around my cock, and my eyes roll back in my head. “Holy fuuuccckkk.”

When I finally pull out, a wet sucking sound echoes throughout the room. Watching her strangled attempts to catch her breath, her mouth gaping open, with my cum and her spit dripping off her chin, that feral feeling picks up again.

“Fucking beautiful,” I murmur, smearing her tears in with the spit and cum across her cheeks.

I crouch down to kiss her gorgeous plump mouth—and freeze.

I’m stunned by the impulse.

I don’t kiss women. Ever. It’s not a choice so much as something that never occurs to me.

I don’t even want to think about why the fuck I’m about to do it right now.

Instead, with my lips brushing hers, I whisper, “Brace yourself, Siena. I’m about to fuck your tight little cunt harderthan you have ever been fucked before.”

“Please, Matti,” she breathes. “Please fuck me.”

God damn.

My name in her mouth is almost as hot as my cock in her mouth, and I pause, addicted to being this close to her. Our eyes lock, her eyelids heavy with desire, her wet lips parted.

The fuck is happening to me?

Tearing myself away is physically painful. I move behind her as fast as I can, grab her waist with both hands, and shove my still-hard cock deep inside her dripping pussy.

She screams my name as I pull her body back against me, bouncing her wet pussy up and down as much of my cock as she can take, hard and fast. Groaning, I fuck her like a drowning man, like I need to be inside her to breathe.

The wet smacking sound of our bodies slamming together blend with my groans and her screams. She’s painfully tight, her pussy gripping my cock as I watch her ass striped by my belt shake satisfyingly.

“That’s my good fucking girl, Siena. Fuck, the way you take my cock—”

I fuck her at a relentless pace, possessing her. Her pussy molds to me like she was made for me, and it’s not long before her body starts to stiffen and my balls tighten as we both get closer to climax. I refuse to come before she does.

“Come for me, Siena,” I bark, gripping her hips hard, bruising her. “Come on my cock now.”

“I can’t just—I don’t know how to—Oh my God!” She stiffens, her entire body going taut before she shatters around me. Her pussy clamps down on me hard, milking my cock as she screams my name over and over.

I follow her over the edge, releasing deep inside her,wrapping my arm around her waist to hold her trembling body upright as her legs give out beneath her.

Holding her in place, I keep thrusting into her, fucking her through the last of our orgasms. As the waves subside, I stay buried inside her, not moving, not allowing her to move, our panting breaths the only sound.

For the first time, I’m not thinking about control or consequences. I’m just with her, melting into her, allowing her to melt into me.

Fuck me. I’m in love.

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Siena

Matti unshackles my feet first, his movements brisk but deliberate. My legs are shaking, but I manage a few shaky steps forward and lean against the wall as he releases my wrists from the cuffs. My body feels heavy and disoriented, as if I might collapse at any moment.

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