Page 111 of Cursed to Be Mine
With a last kiss to my lips, he makes his way down. I spread my legs and lift my knees up, no longer concerned over having to move the fat out of his way.
Nestled between my legs, he licks my thighs, cleaning up my cum and the sweet juice of the berries, taking his time to explore every fold. Tears glisten my eyes as my fingers dig into his hair. He makes me feel so beautiful.
His lips caress mine as a groan rumbles across my pussy. “I love the taste of you,kira. I fucking can’t get enough of it.”
Rolling over, he guides me on top of him. My pulse jerks as I hover over him, pretty certain he can’t take my weight. I start to suggest I lie back down, but he bites my thigh, stopping the words from escaping me.
“I said you were going tositon me,kira, not hover.”
A palm slaps my ass, and I jerk from the sting of it. My pussy spasms, and I can feel his cum dripping out of my ass. My cheeks heating, I open my mouth again to protest.
And again he spanks me.
“Sitdown,kira.”
Wrapping his arms around my thighs, he pulls my full weight onto his face, and I am too far gone to resist. My muscles are buzzing from too much exercise, lax putty for him to shift.
As his head disappears beneath the roll of my stomach, I tense.
“Relax for me, baby.” He kisses my pussy. “I love the feel of your full weight on me, knowing there’s not one part of you that you’re holding back from me.”
His tongue causes me to shiver.
“I love how your body wraps around me.” He turns his head to kiss both my thighs, then cranes his neck to reach the bottom of my belly. With soft licks and kisses, he gets me to relax. “What a good girl. Just concentrate on the feel of my tongue inside your pussy.”
I kegel, and he chuckles. “Your pussy knows what it wants, doesn’t it? It wants me fucking it with my tongue.”
He pushes in on a moan of pleasure, pulling one from me too. My heart rate starts to settle as I concentrate on the feel of him, on thedesirepouring off him in palpable waves.
Tears mist my eyes as I tell myself he wants to be withme. All of me. Not some perfectly shaped runway model Ma always tried to get me to be.
Just me.
Reaching behind me, I grab his cock. It’s half-down, and for a split second, doubt slices through me. Maybe he isn’t as into this as he claims? Maybe he’s sickened by –
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs as he kisses me softly. “So pretty. So perfect.” His tongue slips between my lips. He goes slowly, taking his time, in no rush to get out from under me. His hands come around to grab my ass. He squeezes me as he sighs. “So delicious.” His tongue dips inside me, dispelling the loudest of my doubts.
“Yousmellso good.”
He buries his nose against me as he inhales deeply, a groan of pureneedreleasing on the exhale.
“Youtasteso good.” He licks me long and slow, his fingers tightening as he shudders. “Like strawberries and me.”
His tongue lapping against me, making me quiver, he asks, “Have you ever tried strawberry on a burger?”
The sudden question, the ease at which it came from his mouth drags tears down my cheeks. He isn’t just lost in the beauty of my body. He’s imagining a future with me and placing himself in it.
My throat clogs as I imagine it. Us trying new foods together even though I’m not comfortable eating around anyone else. Him pulling faces as he forces himself to swallow. Me laughing, finding joy around food for the first time in years…
My chest grips tight as he sighs lovingly beneath me, and I know he’s thinking of the same.
Like he can’t wait to make those memories with me.
Taking the final weight off my knees, I sit down on a shudder. His cock jerks in my hand, hardening as I exhale sharply.
He pushes his hips into me and strokes me with his tongue. He goes slowly, languidly, building me up like a tidal wave waiting behind a dam.
My breaths catch in my chest as I close my eyes and bask in the feel of his lips.
