Author: Alyse Zaftig
Category: Paranormal
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“I love you, too. And I don’t want to be the one to bring you more pain.”
“I’ve had a lot of time to think about this whole thing, and I want to do this, Belle. Your dad did his best to keep us apart, and any time I’ve ever heard of a curse being broken, it’s because true love found a way. Anger can’t stand up against love, not for long. So I’m thinking that maybe, now that we’ve found each other again and we’re together, here, where it all happened, laying with each other may be how we can break his spell.”
“You think so? If we fuck, we can end this, once and for all?”
“There’s only one way to find out. I’m quite sure us not fucking isn’t going to accomplish anything so we may as well try.”
“What if it doesn’t work? What if you still can’t finish?”
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“Then I’ll be content to make you come. Your happiness is all I desire in the long run, anyway. There’s certainly no reason for us both to be frustrated. Making you happy makes me happy.
If this doesn’t break the curse, then I’m screwed anyway. I might as well make you happy enough for the both of us. One of us should get something out of all this, and who knows? Maybe it will actually work and your amazing pussy will work its magic on more than just my heart and libido. Maybe it’ll break the curse and fix everything.”
“Here’s hoping, then,” Belle said. “Magic pussy to the rescue!”
With a deep laugh, he readjusted her, throwing her over his shoulder and aiming them toward her bedroom.
She pinched his ass as he walked, to punish him for treating her this way and making her wait any longer when she was ready to be taken right there against the wall, but he just laughed at her some more. He pinched her ass in return, then moved any skirts that were covering her and smacked her with his open palm, spanking her as he fireman-carried her up the stairs.
She would’ve bitten his ass after that, if she could’ve reached it, but she knew he’d just retaliate again.
She shivered with delight just thinking of how he’d get her back but her attention was pulled back to her pinkening ass as he smacked it once again. It stung so perfectly, she ached for him to rub it, soothing it, to set it up for the next smack, but she felt his fingers finally move the bit of fabric of her panties aside and she almost lost it when he slid his fingers inside her.
She’d never been fingered while being carried upside down before and she was torn between bucking, to try to welcome his fingers deeper, or just holding on tight so he wouldn’t drop her.
She held on, wrapping her arms around his waist, and then she felt him. The shaft of his cock was just below where she was holding tight. She teased him right back by stroking the length of him as he carried her down the hall to her bedroom, the place that had started this whole curse to begin with.
At least they wouldn’t be interrupted this time, she thought.
She stroked
him right up until he reached the edge of her bed and tossed her down onto it. Before she could even get her bearings she felt him diving under her skirts, finally pulling her panties off, and then his mouth was on her.
She gripped the bedspread in her fists as he drove her crazy with his mouth. He widened her thighs, pinning them open with his forearms as he licked, sucked, and strummed her clit until she did exactly what he’d said. She felt her orgasm building and her knees automatically tried to close.
He let them, nuzzling her over the edge as her thighs squeezed his head with every wave and she called out his name.
He moved quickly, sliding up her body to slide himself home. He filled her and fucked her, pinning her hands above her head as he rocked himself into her and her heels dug into his ass, pulling him deeper.
She could feel him move with purpose, all thoughts of teasing her gone as he reached for his own release. She hoped like hell that he’d not be frustrated now, but she had no idea how to help him break it, or if any of the curses on them even could be broken.
All she could do was hope, and maybe help push him higher by talking dirty in his ear as he reached it. He loved it when she talked dirty.
“I missed that cock of yours so much, Gastard. I fucked myself with my fingers every single night, thinking of you. I even dreamed about you and all the naughty things you’d do to me if you ever found your way back here again.
Did you miss my pussy, Gastard?
Did you miss fucking my wet, tight hole?”
She heard him grunt in need and felt his rhythm change. Yes! He was close, she could tell.
“Harder Gastard, harder. Come inside me, fill me so full that I…”
Her words were lost to her second orgasm. His strokes pushed her over the edge again and she pulled her wrists from his grasp and dug her nails into his back, riding the waves of pleasure as she called his name out into the night.
Her voice was joined by his as her squeezing pussy brought him every bit of the relief it promised. Her loving, back in this bed, broke him free of his curse and he filled her, again and again, with massive bursts stored up from months of longing.
She gladly took every last bit.