Page 43 of Cursed

Her eyes remain fixed on Cora, whose muffled cries grow louder as the men increase their pace. I lean over Sadie’s back,my chest pressing against her spine as I whisper directly into her ear.

“Imagine being filled like that. Every hole claimed, used, worshipped. No thought beyond the pleasure. Just sensation.”

I straighten up, gripping my shaft and slapping it lightly against her ass. Her body shudders in response.

“Is that what you want?” I ask, voice deceptively gentle as I press just the tip against her entrance before withdrawing. “To be stuffed full like the mayor’s little girl?”

“Landon,” she moans, her voice now louder. “Stop teasing me.”

“But I’m enjoying it so much,” I reply. “And so are you. Look how wet you are for me.”

Across from us, Cora’s back arches dramatically as she comes around the cocks inside her. The sight pushes Sadie further.

“Please,” she says, her voice cracking with need. “I want you inside me.”

Her desperation delights me. My reserved little hacker, now begging openly where others might hear.

“Louder,” I command. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

“Fuck me,” she cries out, surprising us both with her volume. “Please, Landon, I need you to fuck me. Now. Please!”

Her words echo slightly in our corner of the room, drawing a few appreciative glances from nearby participants.

I press the tip of my cock against Sadie’s entrance, relishing her desperate whimper as I refuse to push deeper. Her body trembles before me, her hips trying to push back and force me inside. I grip her waist firmly, keeping her exactly where I want her.

“I’m going to do so much more than fuck you,” I promise. “I’m going to ruin you. For anyone else. Forever.”

A broken sound emits from her throat. I straighten up, admiring the view of her on all fours before me.

“After tonight, your body will recognize only me,” I continue, circling my tip against her slick opening. “Your pussy will ache for my cock alone.”

I press forward enough to breach her entrance before withdrawing again, eliciting a frustrated cry. Her arousal coats me, making each teasing slide easier than the last.

“Please,” she begs. “I can’t take any more.”

“But you will,” I reply. “Because I say so.”

After one more deliberate tease, I finally relent. I position myself at her entrance and begin to push forward with agonizing slowness, watching as her body gradually accepts me inch by inch.

“Fuck,” I hiss through clenched teeth. “You’re so goddamn tight. So wet for me.”

Her inner walls clench around me as I continue my intrusion, the sensation nearly unbearable.

“That’s it,” I groan, gripping her hips harder. “You take me as if you were made for my cock.”

I pause when I’m fully seated inside her, giving us both a moment to adjust.

“Perfect,” I growl, circling my hips. “You’re absolutely perfect.”

I slide my hand up her back, over her shoulder, and finally around to grasp her throat. The moment my fingers tighten around her delicate neck, I feel her pussy clench in response.

I growl, pulling back until I’m almost completely withdrawn before driving back into her brutally. “So fucking tight for me.”

After the first three strokes that stretch her to take me fully, I set a punishing rhythm—deep, hard, but unhurried. Each thrust is intended to make her feel every inch. My grip on her throat tightens enough to restrict her breathing without cutting it off completely.

“Look at you,” I muse. “So wet for me. Your pussy is absolutely gushing around my cock.”

Her walls spasm around me with each thrust, and the wet sounds of our joining fill the air between us.