Page 114 of Cursed

“Did I ever tell you how sexy you are in this schoolgirl outfit?”

I giggle as he trails a hand up my leg, pushing up my skirt enough to get to the tops of my thigh-high stockings.

“Fuck,” he groans when he pulls up the pleated skirt enough to reveal my white cotton underwear. “Why is this hotter than lace?”

He turns me until my back is flush with his chest. His warm hand skims over my lower belly and under my panty’s waistband. He moves so slowly, but the building anticipation of him reaching his goal turns me on. His lips brush over my neck, and I shiver.

I’m panting by the time his fingers find my seam.

He gathers a bit of my moisture with his fingertips and brushes up, catching on my clit.

“But this is even hotter.” He whispers into my ear, “Open your legs for me, love.”

My legs fall open.

Landis tickles over my folds until I’m lifting my hips, chasing the pressure I need. He hooks my knees over his widening legs, keeping me spread obscenely open to whatever he wants to do. His tendrils slide over my inner thighs and make me squirm with delight.

We both know the guys will be here any second, and the idea of them walking in at this moment turns me on more.

“What should I have them do to you when they see you so needy?” he asks in his playful, seductive ways.

“Whatever you want them to do,” I offer. The thrill of turning over the reins excites me. “I just want to feel all your love.”

“Oh, you will feel all our love, our appreciation, and our cocks. We’ll celebrate that you are in our lives. You have so much to offer us, mind, soul…” He lightly pinches my clit, and I squeak. “And body.”

The door flies open.

Quade and Rourke are the first inside, their nostrils flaring, likely scenting my arousal from the hall. Or maybe through our mate bond.

“What do we have here?” Branden comes around to the back of the couch and leans over. He unbuttons another button on my shirt and drags his finger over the swell of my breast along the line of my bra. “Do we have a naughty schoolgirl?”

Arden and Rourke sit on either side of me. Slowly, they help to completely unbutton my shirt, dragging their warm, electric fingertips over my tender flesh. Each begin to massage a breast, pinching my nipples and making me squeak and squirm.

Branden leans in and kisses behind my ear on my neck. A tiny flick of his tongue spirals me higher.

I suck in a breath when Quade kneels between my open legs.

His palms knead up my thighs until they meet the exposed flesh between my stockings and underwear. “Ms. Willows? Do you have an incubus’ hand down your panties? Are his fingers in your sweet pussy?”

Landis plunges two thick fingers into my cunt.

I gasp. “Yes, professor.”

“Would you like me to give you something that will feel much better?”

“Yes, please, sir,” I plead.

“Have you been a good girl?” Branden asks. “How were your scores?”

“As all around,” I say quickly.

When I answer, they all hum their happiness at my success.

“Seems you deserve a reward.” Quade pulls my underwear to the side and exposes my glistening pussy with Landis’ fingers sliding through my folds. “Well, isn’t that a beautiful sight?” He leans forward and swipes his tongue over my wetness and Landis’ fingers.

“Fuck,” I hiss. All the attention feels too good.

“Naughty mouth.” Quade’s finger grows a claw, and he cuts off my underwear in a couple of swipes. “Branden, can you keep her mouth busy while I show her how I use mine?”

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