Page 101 of Cursed to Be Mine
“Why did you do it?” he asks, sliding another finger inside. The pain from him stretching me flickers for a second before rushing into pleasure, and my pussy eats him greedily as it begs for more, consumed by his promise to fist me.
My hips buck. My orgasm stands on the edge and whimpers, but he doesn’t call it forth. Doesn’t give itpermission to rush through me, so I squeeze my thighs and beg. “Please.”
“Tell me why you did it, and I’ll let you come.”
“I wanted…” I falter, heat filling my cheeks as he ducks his head and his breath feathers across his fingers.
“You wanted what,kira?”
“I wanted you to fuck my face…” I gasp when he kisses me, my breaths wild. “To see you lose control with your cock in my mouth.”
Lifting his head, he stretches above my body. The look in his eyes tell me he’s about to fuck me hard, and I quiver with a matching need.
He grabs my hands, removing them from my pussy as he lifts them above my head. The heat in his gaze flickers for just a moment as his attention is diverted to my arms. His eyes narrow as his lips cut into a flat line. He trails a finger across my contraception, spiking my pulse until my whole body is shaking from it. Obsession darkening his face, he leans down and sucks my arm into his mouth.
His utter feralness drives my fingers into his hair as every nerve is ablaze with his need to claim every inch of me. He kisses me passionately, stroking his tongue across my implant as he leaves a giant hickey.
Lifting his head off my arm, he comes down to kiss me. I part my lips instinctively, but at the metallic taste on his tongue, I freeze. He rubs a small cylinder tube against my bottom lip, and my eyes snap open as I stare at him in utter stillness.
He bit out my contraception.
His eyes flash with conquest and warning, daring me to argue against its removal.
A smirk curling his lips when I don’t, unable to findany words under the screaming of my pulse, he lifts his head, spits the implant free of his mouth, then comes back to kiss me.
My arm doesn’t hurt, magic surely numbing it, and I use it to reach down to grab his cock. He groans against my lips as I rub him up and down my pussy. He angles down between my thighs and rubs his full length against me. I arch on a shudder, needing it inside.
Palming my breasts, he pushes in just the tip. I cry out, a coppery taste filling my mouth as the blood on his chin rubs onto me.
“Don’t come yet,” he breathes as he pushes in another inch. He rubs my nipple in between his fingers as he rocks his hips. Another few inches.
The pleasure builds alongside pain as he stretches me too much. He’s big, and it’s been years for me, Daniel having only kissed me once before ghosting me. “Stop,” I rasp as another buck of his hips blinds me with pleasure and pain.
“Not until I’m all the way in,kira. Relax for me.”
He groans against my neck as he stills, his muscles clenching in tight control as he waits for me to obey.
Grabbing my hand, he places it between our bodies, resting it a handspan above my pussy. He jerks his cock inside me, and I can feel it beneath my palm.
“This belongs here,” he says, applying pressure to my hand. “This pussy is mine, and my cock is yours.” His lips gently rub against mine. “And I’m going to fuck you until you’re too hoarse to scream.” He rubs my hand against my clit as he rocks deeper into me.
I squeeze my eyes shut as tremors rip through me, my sensitive bud so overwhelmed, it forces me to loosen.
“That’s it. Good girl,” he growls as he pumps his cock another few inches. “Good girl. Keep relaxing for me.”
He slides in slowly, and by the time his pelvis is pressed against mine, another movement will send me over the edge, the blissful pleasure of his cock and my clit warring for the right to topple me.
“Such a good girl,” he murmurs as he kisses my neck and palms both my breasts. “You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock. Your pussy is so greedy for me, so desperate… Are you ready to come for me?”
I nod frantically, a heat rooted in all my limbs. My lips parting, I breathe heavily as the anticipation makes me whimper.
Kissing my neck, he stays still inside me.
The anticipation builds as his lips caress the base of my throat.
“Please,” I beg when he still doesn’t move inside me.
“Please what?”
