Page 3 of Cursed to Be Mine
Licking my way to her clit, I suck it hard. She jerks beneath me, and the delicious pants sounding above me start to come out faster. My girl is close. So fucking close.
I want to finish her, but I need to leave, need to go help my brothers start a war with the Death Hunt gang.
With one last lick of her pussy, I pull away. My girl whimpers for me, and I capture that sound in my memory, holding it along with all the others. Then I grab one of her hands and place it inside her underwear, curling her own fingers inside her. I watch her face as I stroke her with herself, and I grow hard again with the need to claim her completely.
She’s so fucking beautiful.
So beautiful it fucking hurts.
Telling myself I’ll be back tomorrow, I slowly slip my hand out of the fabric, leaving hers in, leaving her to take what’s mine as she continues to dream of me.
With one last look at my girl as she touches herself, Islip into the hall. I close her door slowly behind me before looking at one further down the landing.
The other occupant is in there, and the urge to remove them from her life, to just hide her body along with all the others I’ve hidden… I could do it. I could do it so fucking easily, my life as the Family’s reaper giving me so many places to use. The docks. The butchers. The many estates our Family, arespectablebusiness, landscapes.
But I don’t. For my girl. Because she likes her family.
My silent strides take me to the side door. I open it slowly, then turn and dig the key out of my pocket. Sliding it into the lock, I twist it. My eyes lift back up to my girl’s bedroom. A smile curls my lips as my tongue darts out to tasteheron my chin.
Soon she will be mine.
Soon I’ll be taking her, claiming her, slamming my cock deep into her wet, soaking pussy as she screams and spasms around me.
Soon.
So fucking soon.
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Awareness fills me, pulling me from a delicious dream. My thighs are soaked, my fingers sucked between them. I keep my eyes closed, trying to hold onto the image of my hot, sexy neighbor, Khalid Shadow, with his head buried between my legs, his long black hair no longer in that low ponytail it’s always in. It cascades down his shoulders and against my skin.
My lips part.
My fingers push inside me.
Andcurl.
I roll my hips, riding my right hand. My left reaches up to my breasts, concentrating its attention on my erect nipples. He’s young, scandalously young, younger than my boyfriend by about twenty or so years, butdamn, his body is the definition of perfection – corded muscles with rich tan skin and with hands that are rough and used to working.
I think about himworkingmy pussy, lifting my ass up so he can go deeper. My fingers curl inside me as I clutch his hair in my mind, holding him there.
God, there!
I twist against my palm, his mouth. I pant his name, a quiet moan on my lips, breathing life into the fantasy that has my muscles humming with a heat that’s twisting me up inside. Melting from its intensity, I imagine him staring up at me, the lower half of his mouth buried beneath my flesh. He has such beautiful eyes. They’re a plain brown, not even golden in the sunlight like some go, butGod,are they sinfully wicked. A fierce intelligence lurks inside, a hot focus that makes me want to just strip in front of him every time he looks at me.
Holding his gaze in the sharpness of my mind, I curl my fingers as I rub hard on my clit with my other hand.
I jerk, my back lifting off the bed.
My toes clench as I twist and curl. Twist and curl.
So fucking close.
My thighs bunch.
My hips buck.
