Page 114 of Cursed
“Fuck, Landon,” she gasps, her fingers threading through my hair.
I look up at her, maintaining eye contact as I circle her clit with my tongue. I pull back enough to speak. “Tell Jolene you’ll be late,” I growl. “I’m not nearly finished with you.”
Sadie fumbles for her phone, her breathing already uneven. I maintain light, teasing strokes with my tongue while she types, deliberately making it difficult for her to concentrate.
“I can’t—God, Landon—I can’t think when you do that,” she gasps, her hips jerking forward involuntarily.
I pull back just enough to give her a moment of clarity. “Text her. Now.”
Her fingers tremble as she types, and I savor the flush spreading across her cheeks.
“Done,” she breathes, dropping her phone onto the nearby console table. “Told her I got caught up with work and I’ll be there in twenty.”
“Twenty minutes?” I raise an eyebrow, dragging my thumb slowly across her swollen clit. “Ambitious. I planned to take my time with you.”
She whimpers. “Please, Landon.”
“Good girl,” I murmur, rewarding her obedience with a soft bite on her inner thigh that makes her gasp. “So fucking perfect when you beg.”
I return my mouth to her center, no longer teasing but devouring. Her taste is addictive—sweet and distinctly Sadie. I flatten my tongue against her, applying firm pressure as I drag it upward, circling her clit before sucking it between my lips.
Her fingers tighten in my hair, the slight pain only intensifying my own arousal. I groan against her, the vibration making her cry out. This—her pleasure, her surrender—has become my obsession.
I slide two fingers inside her, curving them upward to find that spot that makes her legs shake. Her walls tighten around my fingers immediately, telling me she’s already close.
I increase the pace of my fingers, continuing to curl them against that spot inside her while my tongue laps at her clit. Sadie’s thighs tremble against my face, her breathing growing ragged. Her walls clench around my fingers, and I know she’s right there.
“Come for me, little butterfly,” I growl against her sensitive flesh. “Now.”
Her body obeys, bucking against my mouth as the orgasm tears through her. I don’t let up, working her through every pulse, drinking in her release like a man dying of thirst. The sounds she makes—half-sobbing, half-moaning—drive my own arousal to painful heights.
“Landon,” she gasps, tugging at my hair. “Please, I need more. I need you inside me.”
I look up, still kneeling before her, and the sight nearly undoes me. Her skin flushed pink, pupils blown wide with desire, lips parted.
Mine. All fucking mine.
“Beg for it properly,” I demand, rising to my feet while keeping my fingers inside her. “Beg for my cock.”
“Please,” she whimpers as I twist my fingers. “I need your cock. I need you to fuck me. Please, Landon.”
I withdraw my fingers and unzip my pants in one fluid motion, freeing my painfully hard erection. Gripping her thighs, I lift her against the wall.
“Hold on,” I command, and she wraps her legs around my waist.
I position myself at her entrance and thrust forward, burying myself to the hilt in one savage stroke. We both cry out at the sensation.
“Fuck, Sadie,” I groan, setting a brutal pace. “So fucking tight.”
Her nails dig into my shoulders as I pound into her. I capture her mouth in a bruising kiss, letting her taste herself on my tongue. The possessiveness that floods me borders on madness
“You feel so good,” she moans against my lips. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”
I grip her ass harder, angling her to take me deeper. “Never,” I promise, driving into her with abandon. “Never fucking stopping. Mine,” I growl against her throat, teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. “Say it.”
“Yours,” she gasps, head thrown back, exposing more of her neck to me. “I’m yours, Landon.”
I shift my angle, hitting that spot inside her that makes her entire body tense. Her inner walls clench around me, drawing me deeper. The feeling is exquisite torture—tight, wet heat gripping my cock with each thrust.
