Page 140 of Cursed to Be Mine
Sinking down between my legs as I tie it around my head, he presses his lips against my inner thigh. He kisses it, then bites down hard, breaking skin. Blood flows from me, and a rush of adrenaline pumps down my spine. I lie back, my eyes in darkness as he presses his cock against the wound. I know he’s cut his tip, but he didn’t want me to see the blood, knowing I amnowhere near over the amount that poured from him when I bit his neck.
My hands clench into fists at my sides, and I breathe deep to get myself to relax them. Another rune is drawn onto my pussy, this time with blood. Then he stands and kisses my lips, his tongue stroking mine.
“I’m going to let one in now,” he murmurs. His warmth leaves me.
Then the sound of the door opens.
My ears strain as I listen for any noise.
But whoever it is moves in utter silence.
The door closes, leaving just the two of us.
My heart pounding, I wet my lips, and a cock pushes against them. It’s not as thick as Khalid’s, but it’s just as demanding. Diving into me, a groan sounds above. Rough hands dig into my hair, twisting me to face him better as he stands beside the bed.
He shoves in deep and fast, nearly choking me as he fucks me. My nostrils flare as I grab at his hands, trying to breathe. He doesn’t let go, doesn’t ease up, and despite the slight rise of panic, heat blossoms in my belly over his rough demeanor. Khalid would never treat me like this, with no thought to my pleasure, but there is something about being used like somethingthat makes my thighs clench tight. Releasing his hand, I slide a finger into my pussy as I press my palm against my clit. My hips buck against my hand as he fucks my mouth like I’m some dirty little whore.
Heat builds in my cheeks as shame and excitement slam through me with every thrust of his cock down my throat. My eyes watering beneath my blindfold, I listen to his grunts of pleasure as I make my own.
My toes curling, I cup my breast with my other hand, the agreed upon signal that I am close to comingso we can come together. Khalid doesn’t want us talking to each other, doesn’t want me knowing who is doing what as he knows I would then be too embarrassed to face them in the morning.
But there is a hot allure to not knowing, and as his hands tighten in my hair and he holds my nose to his stomach, just the knowledge that he is going to come without once trying to please me makes me erupt all over my fingers.
A salty fountain cascades down my throat, forcing me to swallow so I don’t choke, but a lot of it dribbles down my chin regardless, his cock filling much of my mouth. He pulls out on a grunt, and then his fingers are on my skin, tracing that same rune.
When he steps back, power sweeps through me, tying me to Khalid with a pulse of electricity that has me wet. I can feel his jealousy as his brother steps from the room, but I can also feel his surprised arousal over listening to us on the other side of the door.
This was always going to be a one time thing, a needed train ride that would allow us to bond for life, but as the door opens again, I wonder if this is just the beginning of a voyage we’ll both explore together.
My thoughts spasming as the door clicks shut, I listen to the sound of footsteps coming closer. They’re slow and uncertain, their owner not used to being blind or in this room. My breath quickens as my mind races with which one of his brothers it is, but I quickly kill that mystery. I don’t want to know, and Khalid doesn’t want me to either.
He gropes his way around my body, trailing his hands up to my face. His cock is wet with precum already, and it rubs across my lips. When he pushes in, the cold feel of metal on the top of my mouth andtongue makes me jerk back in shock. He doesn’t push into me like his brother did, content to wait for me to trace my tongue across his cock and explore his apadravya piercing.
A metal ball sits on the top and another hangs on the underside – a barbell vertically through his head. Licking my lips, I take him in slowly, and his grip tightens on my hair but doesn’t command.
He seeks to give pleasure as much as to take, and I take my time getting used to the metal inside my mouth.
He groans as I suck him deep, and my hand feathers to my pussy. Two fingers go inside me as his cock starts to move, and together we ride to a slow-building orgasm.
When he leaves, the rune drawn, I press my tongue to the roof of my mouth, still imagining the feel of his barbell. I want to feel one inside me, and I start rubbing my clit before the door opens for a third time.
The smell of lube mixes with the sex lingering in the air, and my thighs clench as anticipation hits me. Hands grab my ankles and guide me onto my stomach, my legs over the side of the bed, my knees hanging. Heavy breaths move the sheet against my face, and my fingers twist in the material as the man pushes lube into my ass.
His cock soon follows, stretching me to the point of pain before fading into pleasure. Gasping, I push back against him as he rides me gently, then faster and faster until the slaps of our hips bang like explosions. My pussy rubs against the edge of the bed as he takes me over, and I reach back to grab his hip, letting him know I’m close.
Heat rips through me as we come, and my legscollapse beneath my weight. He sags on top of me, his lips against my shoulder as he breathes heavily. Straightening, he slides out and draws the rune on me with his cum.
The door shuts.
I shudder, not moving from my position, my body hot and sweaty and needing a bit of reprieve.
But the door opens again, and my ass is used before I can catch a breath. My eyes stay closed as he rams hard from the start, and the bed slams against the wall. I reach out for Khalid, wanting to fall asleep with his presence around me, but he pushes arousal down our bond, and I remember I’m supposed to come with each one of them.
But fuck, my body is drained. Although Khalid and I have gone longer than this, the fact is that it isn’t Khalid in here with me. The connection is missing.
A smirk of pride fills me, chasing away some of his jealousy, and I can almost feel the puff of his chest as he stands outside the door, knowing I’m about to fall asleep on his brother.
Rolling my lips in, I try to concentrate on what I’m feeling. His cock moves with a rhythm of pleasure, and I shift my hips to get my pussy to rub against the mattress again. Picturing Khalid up my ass, I sigh dreamily against the sheets, my arousal rising.
