Page 49 of Cursed
I pull out completely, leaving her empty and wanting. Her frustrated whimper sends satisfaction coursing through me. I position the head of my cock at her entrance, but don’t push in, letting her feel what she’s missing.
“In this kind of situation, you will call me ‘sir,’” I demand, my free hand sliding up to circle her throat. Not squeezing, just resting there—a reminder of my dominance. “Now try again. Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir,” she bites out, the words sharp with reluctance.
I reward her submission with a hard thrust, burying myself to the hilt. The sounds she makes are half gasps, half moans. Her body yields, molding around my cock as if made for me.
“I thought I was just meant to warm it?” Sadie pants, glancing back at me with those eyes that first captured my attention.
I grab a fistful of her hair, pulling her head up slightly as I establish a steady rhythm. “That was the plan, little butterfly,” I growl. “But you couldn’t follow simple instructions, could you? Had to keep moving, grinding that perfect pussy on my cockwhen I told you to be still. You were naughty,” I continue, punctuating my words with deliberate, measured thrusts that hit exactly where I know she needs them. “And now I need to fill this greedy pussy with cum too.”
I slide my free hand beneath her to rub her clit. She jerks against me, a broken sound escaping her lips.
“Is that what you wanted all along?” I ask. “To make me lose control? To feel me pump you full?”
She doesn’t answer with words, but her body speaks volumes—back arching, thighs trembling, pussy gripping me tighter with each thrust.
“Answer me,” I demand, slowing my movements to a torturous pace.
“Yes,” she finally admits. “Yes, sir.”
The leash I’ve kept on myself snaps, and the beast inside surges free.
“Fuck,” I growl, releasing her wrists to grip her hips with both hands. I pull her up onto her knees, driving into her with a ferocity I’ve never allowed myself before.
Gone is the measured pace, the deliberate manipulation. My hips snap against her ass with bruising force, each thrust harder than the last. I’m barely aware of the sounds tearing from my throat—animalistic grunts punctuating the wet slap of skin on skin.
Her cunt is heaven—tight, slick, perfect. Every inch of her body responds to me in ways I couldn’t have predicted, even with all my research, all my watching. The reality of Sadie exceeds any fantasy.
“Take it,” I demand, fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips hard enough to leave marks. “Take all of it.”
She cries out with each thrust, her body jolting forward only to be yanked back onto my cock. I’ve never fucked anyone like this—like I’ll die if I don’t get deeper, harder, more.
The realization hits me between brutal thrusts: I could fuck her for the rest of my life and not get bored. The thought is as worrying as it is exhilarating. Women have always been disposable to me—entertaining for a night, maybe two, before I lose interest. I’ve never craved a second taste, let alone a lifetime.
But Sadie is different. Sadie is my addiction.
I’m losing myself in her, boundaries blurring until I can’t tell where I end and she begins. This wasn’t part of the plan. She was supposed to be another conquest, another toy to break.
Instead, she’s breaking me.
I pound into Sadie with savage intensity, my restraint completely abandoned. Her perfect cunt squeezes around me, pulling me deeper with each thrust. I reach around, finding her swollen clit.
“Come for me, little butterfly,” I growl. “Let me feel you break apart one more time.”
My fingers play with her clit in tight circles as I drive into her. Her breathing changes—becoming shallow and desperate—and I know she’s close.
“That’s it,” I encourage. “Give it to me.”
She comes apart, her pussy clamping down so hard it nearly forces me out. I hold steady, grinding deep as her orgasm pulses around my cock. The sounds she makes push me over the edge I’ve been fighting.
“Fuck,” I grunt, my hips jerking as my release hits. Hot ropes of cum shoot deep inside her, marking her from within. I keep thrusting through my orgasm, ensuring every drop is deposited exactly where it belongs.
When the last aftershock subsides, I don’t withdraw. Instead, I carefully maneuver us both onto our sides, keeping my cock nestled inside her. She makes a small sound of protest, but I silence it with a firm arm around her waist.
“It’s time to rest now,” I murmur against her neck. “Keep me warm inside you while you sleep.”
“I can’t sleep like this,” she mumbles, though her body has already gone lax against mine.
