Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
“Open wider for me,” I whisper raggedly before she sinks lower on my cock.
When she hums in acknowledgment, I swear and bite my free knuckle for something else to focus on besides the consuming pleasure of her deliciously warm mouth sucking my cock so perfectly. Maven sinks further, taking almost all of me as she reaches up to cup my aching balls curiously.
I moan and tip my head back, panting. Gods fucking save me, this lovely mouth of hers.
“Darling…go slower, or I’ll?—“
She hums and swallows around my head, and my vision nearly whites out.
“
Fuck,” I curse, pulling out of her heavenly mouth as fast as possible to try to stop the intense, telling tingle low in the base of my spine.
Such a naughty tease. As if I’d fucking come before her.
My attention drops to Maven’s hand, which is in her panties, circling as she licks her lips and gazes at my wet, aching erection.
“On your back,” I rasp.
She arches a brow and moves so fast that I go breathless when I’m suddenly lying in the grass. She straddles my chest, so I have a mouthwatering view of the wetness between her thighs when she slips her panties down enough that I can see her pretty cunt.
“No. You get on your back,” she whispers.
So sensually devious. She drives me insane with such sweet cruelties.
I adore the teasing and can do nothing but watch, burning alive as my obsession strips atop me ever so slowly. When she shucks her oversized shirt, her fingers brush softly along her exposed skin, tracing her bare sides. She’s not wearing a bra, thank the gods.
I groan with need when she begins toying with her perfect nipples, shutting her eyes before she ever so slowly glides one hand down to slip her fingers through her wet, beautiful little cunt. Her head tips back in a soft moan.
I’m a madman.
I have been for quite some time.
But even though I’m thoroughly enjoying every moment of her teasing, when Maven withdraws her wet fingers and brushes them against my lips, I snap. I can’t fucking take any more and reach up, ripping the panties from her thighs to toss them onto my nearby jacket.
I’m keeping those as a godsdamned souvenir.
Then I scoot her forward, cup her ass, and drag my tongue through all the delicious nectar she’s dripping just for me.
Maven gasps and arches, grinding against my face as I suck and lick her greedy pussy, my head spinning as my cock weeps and pulses, desperate for her.
“Maven,” I whisper against her entrance, rubbing my face there to coat myself in the proof of her arousal.
She groans and pushes me back down, kissing me just as ravenously as I kiss her in return. The taste of her mixing on our lips is a heady addiction.
I want to be consumed by her. Utterly lost. There is nothing but Maven and me under the eerie dark sky streaked with green and purple as my mad obsession sinks deeper into my very bones, taking my thoughts and very breath until finally, I flip over, bringing her with me.
“Take me.” I bite her lips, dragging the pierced head of my aching cock through her wet, hungry cunt.
“Yes,” she groans, arching against me.
“All of me,” I demand. “Always.”
“Yes.”
I plunge into her, and we both gasp and moan at the feeling. Gods above, I would live buried in her perfection if I could.
I press deeper into her, setting the pace through the pure pleasure. She winds her arms around me, clutching me closer as I fuck my keeper harder, deeper in the dark midnight of this distant field.
Here, we are the only things in existence. Nothing fills this world but our ragged breathing, the way her body takes mine just the way the gods intended—and the way her eyes lock onto mine, capturing me as if she’s gripping my black heart in her lovely hands.
She can fucking keep it, no matter what it does to me.
Obsession is fascinating, but it is also agony.
Aching need.
A dangerously endless craving for her that I know can never truly be satisfied.
“Crypt,” Maven whispers, gasping when the breathless sound of her voice sends me spiraling, and I pound harder into her. “Fuck—harder.
Gods.”
She’s close.
I’m closer. That will have to be fixed quickly.
I groan and slip one hand beneath her upper back, lifting so she arches her spine. Her perfect breasts are close enough that I can lick and nip at them, giving my gorgeous obsession the extra stimulus she needs.
The rougher I get, the more desperate she becomes for that release—and finally, she gets it, clenching tight around me as her entire body tenses and her breathing catches. Seeing her face and hearing the little sounds that escape as she comes undone pushes me over the edge.
Insanity takes hold as my cock spasms inside her tight wetness, and I lose track of what plane of existence we are in. Space and time cease—it’s only us. I bury my face in Maven’s neck as I moan and shake with the end of my release.
We’re both panting. Her hands smooth over my back as I try to come back to myself, and when I can’t stop kissing her, she tries to block my lips.
“Let me catch my breath.”
“Let me be your breath,” I counter, capturing her lips again.
She laughs and pushes at me again playfully before murmuring, “We’re in Limbo.”
Damn. I didn’t mean to do that.
Still, when I look down and see my keeper’s dark hair drifting around her face as if we are underwater, those hauntingly beautiful eyes and the way her lips curl up in satisfaction…
Fuck me, she is some mythical creature I wholly belong to. What a divine fate it would be to lose myself in her.
“As irrevocably as I am yours, you are mine,” I warn her. “If you ever forget that, I’ll be forced to do something drastically violent.”
She grins, clearly liking that thought. “Gods forbid.”
“The gods hold no power over me anymore. Only you do.”
Maven kisses me. I wrap her close and turn again, pulling us out of Limbo so that we roll sideways into the mortal world. She relaxes on top of me, her head on my naked chest so she can listen to my heartbeat as we both come down from the high.
I shut my eyes in utter contentment, memorizing the way her perfect body presses into mine.
Long, blissful minutes pass like this. I would wonder if she fell asleep, except then she starts to slowly trace my markings along my neck, up to my scalp, and back down over my shoulder.
Finally, she yawns and sits up, straddling me and brushing hair out of her face. My attention immediately catches on her chest.
Ecstasy floods me.
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