Page 64 of Cursed

“Say it,” he demands.

“I want to suck your delicious, huge cock until I’m gagging on it.”

“Good, pet. Now, get to work.” His hands land on his narrow hips, and he nods for me to get on with it.

My hands skim up his strong, muscular thighs. I cup his balls, feeling the hefty weight of them. I imagine how they would feel smacking against my body if he were to take my ass. I stroke up his shaft.

His cock bobs with my touch. His knot swells.

I lean forward and lick the growing thickness. I suck on the bulbous organ, and he jerks into my face.

“Not yet, pet,” he chides. “But I will need you to squeeze me when I unload down your throat.”

With my tongue flat, I lick from knot to tip and then suck down on the head.

Hollis groans with the feeling of my tongue swirling over his penis glans. My hand lightly glides over his shaft and my other cups and fondles his sack.

Geezus. I wish Shayla were here now, watching. One of my tendrils would reach out and stroke her folds and fondle her clit.

And I would shove my tentacles into her cunt and mouth when Quade came. If we get out of this nightmare, I intend to do just that for us all to enjoy.

He picks up that my mind has wandered.

“Focus,” he orders.

Then he huffs, grabs the belt, and cuffs my hands behind my back.

Oh my Goddess, the inability to move ratchets up my arousal. The tables have turned on this freaking incubus, and I love it. I don’t even try to use my shadows on him. I want to be taken like this by my sexy professor.

His palm lands on the back of my head. He pushes my mouth down onto his cock. The glacial slowness and inevitability of this moment thrill me.

My own cock aches with how much it throbs for release.

I lick and salivate as I move down his length. I take in air right before he presses into my throat and blocks my airway.

“You wanted to gag on my cock?” he asks. “Then gag.” He shoots his hips forward, and I choke on his cock.

I moan and begin to work him as much as I can, swallowing every time his cock enters my throat.

“Goddess damn it, Landis.” His hands gently cradle the sides of my face.

I look up to see him admiring me.

Me. Not just because I’m getting him off. But I see affection there. A floodgate that he’s been holding back all this time.

With my incubus senses, I feel how he’s been drawn to me for a while now. But his frustration had kept his emotions locked away.

So many times, when we had snuggled Shayla, he had wanted his hand to drift to me too. Just like I had wanted.

I double down on my efforts, plunging and stroking.

His whole body trembles, legs quaking with his impending release.

“Now, my darkness, take my cum.” He hisses as his thick cum hits the back of my throat. I swallow him down as fast as I can.

“Shadows, on my knot,” he reminds me with a shout.

My shadows unfurl and squeeze him, milking his gland.

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