Page 39 of Cursed

“You’re going to come for me again,” I tell her, my voice rough with need. “Just like this, with my cock rubbing against that pretty little clit. No penetration. Just pressure and friction.” I increase the tempo, grinding the head against her swollen bundle of nerves. At the same time, the underside of my dick teases her entrance.

“Look at you,” I growl. “So fucking needy, little butterfly.”

Pre-cum continues to leak from my tip, mixing with her arousal to create a slick mess. The thought of marking her more permanently makes my cock throb harder.

“I’m going to come all over this pretty pussy,” I promise. “Paint it with my seed. Mark what’s mine.”

Her eyes widen at my words, a mixture of shock and arousal crossing her features.

“Wouldn’t you like that?” I taunt, circling her clit with the sensitive head of my cock. “To feel my hot cum coating your pretty little cunt?”

“Landon,” she gasps finally, her resistance crumbling. “Please—I need you inside me.”

The desperation in her voice sends a surge of satisfaction through me. I’ve pushed her far enough that she’s begging for what she swore she’d never want.

“Please,” she repeats, her voice breaking. “I need to feel you. Please fuck me.”

I slow my movements, savoring her plea while denying her what she craves.

“No,” I say, shaking my head. “Not yet.”

Her face crumples with frustration and need as I press harder, determined to bring her to climax one more time before claiming my own release.

“Not yet, little butterfly.” My cock slides relentlessly through her slick folds. “Good things come to those who wait.”

Her frustrated whimper sends a surge of satisfaction through me. I’ve reduced this brilliant, analytical woman to begging for my cock. The power is intoxicating.

“It won’t be long,” I promise, increasing the pressure against her clit. “Soon you’ll have me deep inside you, stretching you open, filling you completely.”

My reins are slipping, the feel of her wet heat against my throbbing cock is almost more than I can bear. Pre-cum leaks steadily from my tip, mixing with her arousal to create the perfect lubrication as I slide against her.

“Soon you’ll feel my cum inside you,” I growl, my fingers digging into her thighs. “But first?—”

I adjust my angle slightly, ensuring the sensitive underside of my cock drags directly across her swollen bundle of nerves with each thrust.

“First, you’re going to come again. Just from this. Just from feeling me against you.”

Her eyes lock with mine, pupils blown wide. The defiance I initially saw has transformed into desperation.

“And when you come,” I continue, “I’m going to come too. We’ll shatter together, little butterfly.”

I increase my pace, grinding against her with deliberate pressure. My own release builds at the base of my spine, threatening to overwhelm me. I fight it back, determined to feel her surrender one more time before I allow myself the same.

I watch her chest heave with each ragged breath. “Let go for me. Come with me.”

Her back arches as far as the restraints allow, her body trembling on the edge of release. I’m right there with her, my cock throbbing painfully as I chase our shared pleasure.

“Now, Sadie,” I command, pressing harder against her clit. “Come with me now.”

Her body shakes, back arching against the restraints as she finally shatters. The sound that tears from her throat—half sob, half scream is my ruin.

“Landon!”

My name. My fucking name on her lips as she comes undone. The sound of it destroys what little control I have left.

“Yes, perfect girl. Say it again,” I growl, my hand working furiously along my shaft as her climax continues to ripple through her body.

“Landon,” she gasps, her eyes locked on mine.