Page 2 of Cursed to Be Mine
Sliding my finger up her naked thigh, I linger at the hem of the heart-patterned fabric. My lips part, exhaling the urges I can’t keep restrained. And then I’m pushing it aside and slipping between her lips, running up and down, not going in.
A little noise escapes her, and I still, my eyes on her face, seeing if she wakes. My blood boils in my veins, imagining the slow opening of her eyes, followed by that beautiful grin she always gives me during the day.
“Good morning, Khalid.”
“How are you, Khalid?”
“Can you help me with this, Khalid?”
And then she would smile as she brings my attention to her large breasts in some way or another. She likes me staring at her. Her soul already knows she’s mine, and the knowledge of that has me pushing my finger inside her.
She clenches around me, her pussy sucking me deep. She wants me to fill her, and I’m halfway leaning over her before I stop.
I can’t take her yet.
Not now.
Clenching down my frustration, pulling on every bit of the control I am known for as the Family’s reaper, I move back, keeping my finger inside her.
She doesn’t stir as I jerk a hand up my cock in rhythmto the fucking of her pussy. I slip another digit inside as her arousal loosens the area. Her thighs spread for me, and I pant heavily at the instinct of her soul. She wants me so fucking bad. She wants me to fill her, claim her, fuck her until she’s exhausted back into sleep.
With a breathy little moan, she starts riding my hand. Her hips roll on the mattress, chasing me and retreating as I lean back over her and beat my cock so close to her pussy.
I want to come all over her skin. I want to stain the hearts right over her pussy so she wakes knowing she’s taken, so her soul can rejoice in finally being complete.
But she isn’t ready to step into my world.
Soon though.
A few more weeks, a few more days…
Groaning, I shift back so I can lower my head to my fingers. I pull out of her, and she whimpers in distress as I suck my digits clean.Fuck, I love the taste of her.
“Khalid?” she says so softly, so mumbled, I know she’s still not awake. But the fact that she’s dreaming of me, wanting me during every moment of her existence causes me to orgasm hard. My cum threatens to shoot out and stain her sheets, to prove my existence here tonight, but I beat it back.
Control it.
I don’t want to waste a single drop for her.
All my cum will be hers.
Only ever hers.
Withdrawing my fingers from my lips, I shake over her, my body trembling from my dry release. My lower back and legs buzzing, I pull aside the heart-patterned fabric and dip my lips to hers.
She groans as she rubs against me, her soft thick flesh cushioning my cheeks. My tongue licks her up and down,savoring her taste before dipping into heaven itself.
When I finally claim her, every morning and evening I’ll eat my favorite meal. I’ll spread her out naked before me, using her as a carrier for my food. She’ll squeeze out every bite of my meal, coated in the most delicious flavor. And then I’ll clean her and fuck her as I feed her in return.
Strawberries dipped in the cum dribbling out of her pussy.
Blueberries pushed all the way in and popped inside.
Pancakes after mopping up her thighs.
Her mouth will latch onto my fingers, her cheeks hollowing before moving to my cock to clean off the topping of syrup.
My cock twitches under such thoughts, wanting – needing to be inside my girl.
