Page 88 of Too Cursed To Kiss
I circled his cock with my fingers and his breath caught. “I want this. I want this in me. I wantyouin me. Now.” I grabbed his upper arms and pulled him back to the bed. Wald dropped on top of me, kissing me with a breath-stealing passion. He trailed kisses down my neck while his hands roved. I wrapped my legs around his waist, the lengthof him hard against my folds. I wanted this man more than anyone I’d ever been with. I wiggled my hips to capture his cock. He pulled back and flipped me over.
“No,” I squealed, twisting back around. “No. I want to see your eyes.”
His gold gaze shimmered as he smoothed his hands down my sides, sending sparks across my skin as he tugged my hips and slid his hands under my ass. He could easily put me into whatever position he wanted, but he was giving me the power.
“It will be more comfortable if you allow it the other way,” he said, nudging my knees up. He settled my hand around his silky cock. “You’ll need to guide me and control the speed. I don’t want to hurt you, Tails.”
I gasped as it twitched. The touch of him was feeling satin for the first time. His swelled growing in size.
We both looked at it. He grasped the base. “I’ll control my part. But my cock is less cloaked than the rest of me, which is why it feels different.”
I reached between my legs and centered the tip of his cock. I was incredibly wet already, but he leaned forward and grazed a nipple with his tongue as he surged into me. I screamed but also pressed my pelvis forward, skewering myself and stretching me to the max.
He stilled as I wriggled, wanting him deeper until I couldn’t take more, but there were still inches of him I couldn’t accommodate. When he began to pull back, I cried out, “Stop.” The pain-pleasure threshold maxed, and I understood what he meant. I needed to be wide open, but if he entered me from behind, he’d have to be completely in control.
I’d have to trust him.
I did trust him.
Initially, I’d been forced into it, but from that first ride in the car trunk he’d only built trust between us.
“We’ll do it your way.”
His yellow eyes intensified on my face while his hands traced fire over my skin. His kisses were equally deep and insistent but also tender as he pulled out. I wanted to cry. I liked the animal better.
I circled my arms around his neck, seizing my passion for him, my teeth clamping on to his lip before letting go and nipping at his neck.
“I thought I was clear you shouldn’t bite me, Tails.” His voice went flat with feigned seriousness.
“I’m just leaving my mark.” I nibbled his shoulder. He growled with a deep throatiness. Then, in one fluid move, he flipped me over and tugged back my thighs, so he was behind me.
He traced my spine. “No need to leave a mark. I’m already yours.” His hands slipped around my ribs to cradle my breasts. I ground my ass against him as he began to stroke and pluck my nipples before he pulled back. His hands brushed down my ass to my thighs, and he spread me wide.
I stilled, expecting his dick to split me in half, shuddering when the wet lapping began. His tongue probed and licked with its outrageously rough length. I squirmed under a final languid lick, and then the saliva froze me in a partially numb-with-pleasure state.I’d yell at him later.
“You taste like ambrosia. I cannot get enough of you.” His voice was raspy like he was drunk.
I wondered what ambrosia tasted like, then moaned as his fingers entered me. He thrust them back and forth and side to side while stimulating my clit as I writhed, unable to physically move.
Torture of a totally pleasurable kind of presses, rubs, andthrusts. First two fingers, then three, and then his impossibly long tongue curling up my chest to lap at my nipples.
Then I swear he had four fingers in me, maybe eight. The numbness of not quite knowing was beginning. His hand thrust into me. The second orgasm exploded in a shower of sparks, turning me to custard.
When he rolled me over again, my body had relaxed, and I had control. He caged me, but I pushed him back, rose and pressed him down, then climbed on top of him.
I drew wavy lines down his chest, staking my claim, and then drove my tongue into his lush mouth, my insides aching with a frozen fire that only he could put out.
I reached for his cock and guided it to my slit, rubbing the tip back and forth along my opening.
His breath caught. “Are you sure?”
“Never been so sure.” It came out as a breathy invitation.
He groaned, and his hips flexed upward slightly as I drove my weight down with a scream that sliced me in two. He reached up for my shoulders, and then he flipped us as if I were weightless, so I was on my back while he was still inside me. He was moving slowly, but I was stretched out, and we both knew it. It would have to be from behind.
With his yellow eyes locked on mine, he pulled out. The loss of him was like a sword leaving a stomach. I gushed and ached as I turned and kneeled with my ass toward him. The anticipation taut as a silk thread as he stroked my hips. Then he palmed my clit, dipping his head to lick again, the numbing fire spreading through me.
In one smooth motion, he entered me from behind. The full unfettered length of him slamming against my cervix earthquaked through me, annihilating all conscious thought. Stilling, he massaged my breasts and my clit until the freezing tapered. I groaned, the burn of the stretch both pleasure andfrustration. I pressed my butt back against his cock, wanting all of him, but I was spread wider than anything I’d ever experienced. The stretch, an itch I couldn’t scratch, a glass of water full to the brim and ready to spill.
