Filed To Story: Cursed Legacies Series Free PDF by Morgan B Lee
Finally, I straighten, and when he opens his golden eyes, there’s nothing short of worship in them.
Take it from me, Baelfire loves to watch a girl’s expression when he’s railing them.
Sierra’s nasty words crawl up from some bitter recess of my mind. But somehow, being here with Baelfire right now, in this intimate moment, I feel nothing but curiosity about how I can use that.
“So damn handsome,” I sigh.
“So fucking gorgeous,” he breathes, leaning in against my chest again. He places kisses against my nipples and starts to tease one of them with his deliciously warm tongue. I bite my lip at how good that feels but step back, amused when he lets out a low growl of protest.
“I know a way to punish you. Come on.”
He eagerly follows me from the shower to the bed, both of us ignoring that we’re sopping wet as I tell him to take off the towel and lie down. He does, looking pleased when I can’t keep my eyes off his cock, because…fucking gods.
Am I really going to try and fit that thing inside of me?
Yes. Yes, I am.
“Are you gonna tease me until I explode again, baby? That’s still one of the fucking hottest things I’ve ever experienced, right after that shower.”
I shake my head, smirking as I check the drawers of the room I’ve only half moved into. Finding a strip of cloth that will work perfectly, I return to the bed and straddle Baelfire’s chest. He perks up at the sight of the fabric.
“Oh, hell yes. Tie me up, Boo.”
I roll my eyes because it seems that nickname won’t stay dead. “It’s a blindfold, actually. I was told you have a major thing for watching the faces of all your conquests. Hence why this makes for a better punishment.”
He blinks, and then his temper flares hot and fast. “You’re not a godsdamned conquest, and please don’t fucking remind me what a man whore I was before I met you. Thinking about being with anyone else makes me physically sick now, Maven. Who the hell told you all that? Were they giving you shit? I swear I’m going to fucking?—“
I cover his mouth, shaking my head as my lips twitch. “You shifters. So emotional. But I really don’t fucking care about girls in your past anymore, Baelfire. You’re mine. I decided that, and for me, there’s no going back. Now lift your head.”
He bites back whatever else he wants to say and lets me slip the blindfold behind his head, circling it around his eyes before tying it on one side.
This time when I straddle him, I move further up his chest until my pussy is much closer to his face. I hear his breathing hitch as he scents how turned on I am, and he grips my thighs, lifting his head.
But before he can lick me again, I grip the side of his collar and use it to press him back down into the pillow. “Bad dragon. You’ll only get what I decide to give you. Ask nicely first, and don’t you dare move your blindfold.”
Baelfire is breathing hard in anticipation as his fingertips press into my thighs. He swallows hard. “Let me taste you. Please.”
I reach down to slide my fingertips through my own wetness, biting my lip at how good it feels. “Since you asked nicely,” I whisper, bringing my fingers to his lips.
Baelfire jolts and immediately cleans up my fingers, moaning as he does. “More,” he pants.
I touch myself for another long moment, toying with my clit before plunging my fingers into my pussy. Baelfire’s fingers dig so hard into my thighs that I gasp. I can feel his hips buck behind me on the bed.
He groans. “Godsdamn, I can hear how wet you are. That’s so fucking hot, baby. Give me more. Fucking drown me, Maven. Fuck, I need you so bad. Need my mate.”
Mate. Hearing him growl that word does things to me. I move to straddle his face, hot arousal pulsing between my thighs.
“Be a good boy and lick this pussy until I come on your face.”
Baelfire moans against me, and the vibrations tickle before he begins licking and sucking so ravenously that I squeeze my own eyes shut, the burning heat of arousal dancing low in my stomach. The sounds of pleasure Bael makes as he feasts are absolutely filthy, and I can’t get enough. Finally, I refuse to wait any longer and move down his body, adjusting on my knees until I can rub the leaking head of his throbbing erection against my entrance.
He gasps my name brokenly, his hands fisting the sheets on either side of us. “Maven. Fuck, baby. Are you wet enough? I really don’t want to hurt you. Let me just?—“
“I’m not waiting anymore, Baelfire,” I say breathlessly.
“Damn it, I…I need to see my mate when she takes me for the first time.
Please let me see your face. Please.”
The rough gravel of his voice is absolutely addictive. It’s even more addictive when he says please. I’ve decided that’s the sexiest sound—the sound of begging. I like it so much that
I continue to tease him, doing my best to keep myself from moaning as I rub against his tip. By this point, I’m fucking soaked, and he’s leaking so much pre-cum that we’re a mess.
Baelfire is a mess, too. He’s groaning and begging so fervently now that I can hear a wild edge in his voice. He desperately wants to see me when he’s in me for the first time.
And even though I’m enjoying this…I want to give my shifter what he wants.
So, just as I sink the first inch of his impossibly thick, hard length inside of me, I push the blindfold off his eyes. My mouth drops open at the sensation of being stretched as I take more of him. Baelfire’s eyes turn into a blaze of hunger as he watches me sink almost halfway onto his cock.
“Fuck, yes. That’s it, baby. You can take it—take all of me.” His eyes are hooded, and he grimaces with pleasure, sliding his hands back to squeeze my asscheeks. “
Gods, you’re so fucking tight.”
When I feel him hit something deep inside me that simultaneously slightly hurts and throbs with need, I moan and take a second to adjust. He continues praising me, massaging my ass as he gazes up at me like I hung the sky itself.
I glance over my shoulder at the full-length mirror in the corner of the room—which gives me a perfect view of his cock buried deep inside me. It’s so overwhelmingly erotic that I rock against him, and he swears again.
“Feels so fucking full,” I manage, looking back down at him. “You’re such a good mate for me.”
It’s my fault for using the m word.
Because the moment I utter it, Baelfire loses his mind. The next thing I know, he’s flipped me over and is pounding me into the mattress, snarling and moaning as he ruts me like he can’t stop himself. It’s so rough and desperate, the sensations all so much, that my orgasm slams into me before I ever feel it coming.
I cry out, clinging desperately to him as I ride out the mind-numbing pleasure.
Baelfire thrusts into me harder and moans. “Fuck,
Maven. Gods, I want to bite you so fucking bad.”
“I like biting,” I manage through breathless gasps. “Make it hurt.”
Baelfire’s face buries into the side of my neck, and his tongue drags up the crook of my neck, his pace increasing. “No. No, baby, I want to bite you. Mark you. Claim you as my mate, because you’re fucking mine.
“
I’m…his.
That sends another wash of emotions through me, and I squeeze my legs tighter around him as he continues to fuck me like he’ll die if he doesn’t.
“Please,” he whispers against my throat, his pace growing uneven. At first, I think he’s asking to mark me as his mate, and I wonder if it’s too soon to say yes. But then he chokes out, “Please, can I come?”
He’s…waiting for my permission?
Oh, I like that.
I nod and kiss him, biting his lower lip. “Come for me, Baelfire.”
He shudders and groans like a dying man as he comes, burying his face against my neck. My mouth drops open again when I feel just how warm his release is inside of me—a dragon shifter thing that I failed to expect. He sucks and nips, leaving a couple of love bites on my neck as he finishes thrusting. When his orgasm leaves him winded, he slumps to one side and pulls me close to his chest.
I catch my breath as the lingering pleasure fades slowly from my system. After a few blissful moments, Baelfire gently turns my chin and kisses me sweetly, pulling back with a reverent, serious look.
“I was right. Your pussy is literally fucking magical.”
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