Page 95 of Cursed Lifeline

Rising to my feet, I look down at her and stroke my throbbing length through my slacks. She glances my way and wets her lips. Desire fills her eyes as they lift to meet mine.

“My turn?” she asks eagerly.

Shaking my head, I pull myself free. Desire turns to disbelief as she takes in the size of me. Stroking my length, precum drips from my crown as my gaze falls to her tits. Swiping it between two fingers, still slick with her cum, I lock eyes with Esme and say, “Just a taste.”

Trailing my fingers across her lips, she sucks our flavor into her mouth and lets out a deep groan. My hand trails to her hip and I pull her off the desk.

“Kneel.”

She drops to her knees and opens her mouth eagerly wanting more.

Shaking my head, my thighs begin to shake as I stroke myself and quickly approach my own release. Her mouth, her pussy, her body, isn’t ready to take me just yet.

“Your tits,” I demand, as my hips thrust forward and my cock throbs with each jerk I give it. She lifts her breasts in her palms and pushes them together. “Fuck, doll. You have no idea how desperate I am to make a mess on your porcelain skin.”

She licks her lips. Pinches her nipples. Then says, “On one condition.”

Mischief hangs in her eyes as I work myself harder, faster, and eagerly step toward her breasts.

“Whatever you want,” I growl.

“You won’t stop me when I gather your cum on my fingers and lick myself clean.”

“Watch your dirty mouth, or I’ll tell you to open wide and cum down the back of your fucking throat.”

“Is that a threat?” she sasses. “Or a promise?”

She leans forward and licks the remaining precum off the crown of my cock, and I almost lose it.

Staring down into her pleading eyes, I ask, “You want to taste me, too?”

Her eyes dare me to follow through as she cocks a bratty brow at me that’s instantly my undoing.

“Open. Your. Mouth.”

Slowly, she parts her lips. The second she does, my warm liquid squirts across her mouth, making a mess of her beautiful face. She licks her lips, then grabs the back of my thighs and forces me towards her face. Sucking the tip of my crown in between her warm lips, I release a second wave of cum down the back of her tight little throat.

A deep groan falls from my lips as she sucks me clean. When I have nothing left to give, she begins to suck harder, desperately wanting another taste.

Placing my hand against her shoulder, I force her back.

“Now we’re even,” she grins as she licks her lips. Breathless from my release, thoughts clouded with the image of her sucking me clean, I attempt to find words, but she beats me to them. “Next time, when we fall over the edge, promise me we will do so together?”

Gently urging her to stand, I wrap a protective arm around her waist and pull her towards me. Brushing my thumb across her swollen lips, I savor the feeling of her in my arms, her taste on my tongue, and worry the edge she speaks of also means our end. If so, I silently vow to fall before she reaches that ill-fated peek again. As the unspoken oath settles like a bad omen deep inside my cursed heart, I whisper, “I promise.”

Thirty Three

Alfred

Song: Rewrite the Stars | Greatest Showman

“Just a little further, I promise.”

“Honestly,” Evangeline huffs, “I still don’t understand why you dragged me out here and what on earth could be so important.”

My heart sinks. No, I guess she wouldn’t understand since it’s become clear my feelings for her are not reciprocated. The jealous pain of watching her watch Dimitri earlier still lingers as I pull on the straps of the bag tied to my back and trudge further up the mountain.

“If you brought me out here to harm me,” she warns.

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