Curse's Claim

It was like he’d walked straight out of her fantasies. No commitment, only f**king.

Wrapping her arms around his neck, she thrust onto his fingers. The lust took over, and she pressed her lips to his. Anyone could walk past them and they’d only see them making out against the brick building.

No, she didn’t just want to make out.

Releasing one arm, she caressed down his body to cup his cock. She fought with his jeans, releasing the button then sliding the pants open and pulling out his cock. Curse hissed against her ear.

“What are you doing?” he asked.

“What do you think? You want to f**k as much as I do.” Taking a step to the left, she moved around to the back of the building. There was nowhere else for her to go, but they were plunged into darkness. “I’m offering it to you now.”

She didn’t know what had come over her. Curse made her feel dangerous no matter how much she tried to fight it. With him half na**d and his lips on hers, she couldn’t fight the need constantly building up inside her. He came to her offering temptation. She noticed the touches he always made sure to give her. His fingers stroking her inner wrist as he took something from her hands or the way he touched her thigh before she walked away from the table. Ashley told her about his interest, but she’d not believed it.

Staring at him, she waited for his decision. She would never be the kind of woman to settle down. Watching her parents fight at every turn hadn’t given her a good start in life, and then for her father to walk out with a younger model had cemented in her mind that she was never going to marry or settle down.

Curse stepped closer. The fire in his gaze had her gasping for breath. “I’ll take you anyway I can f**king get you.”

His hands went underneath her uniform, and he lifted her up. She gripped his arms shocked by the ease with which he lifted her. Mia was under no illusions that she was a slender woman. Her bones were covered with a nice layer of thick flesh. Her weight had never concerned her. She didn’t have the time to be concerned about her weight.

Thinking over her life, Mia could dissect her life easily. Childhood to high school was obviously filled with the love that a young girl has for everything around her. Then in high school she was too busy getting her grades, sitting down for long hours, studying. She didn’t have time or even cared to think about her weight. After the incident prom night with Ashley, she’d spent as much time with her friend until she went away to college.

Four years in college, she studied and worked her ass off to support herself. Her father, at the time, would only support so much, and already he was withdrawing from her. On her final year, her mother got sick, her father left, and for the last three years she’d been supporting her mother through everything. She hadn’t finished college yet. Her life was on hold in order to care for her mother and get the medical bills paid before she could start living life again.

In one tug Curse tore the panties from her body. She stroked his flesh as he settled between her thighs. Staring into his brown gaze, Mia was lost. Refusing him was the last thing on her mind.

“You want me to f**k you against the wall.” He pushed her hand out of the way. Placing her palm on his shoulder, she felt the tip of his c**k sliding through her slit. The tip aligned with her entrance.

“Yes,” she said. “There’s nowhere else for us to go.”

He slammed to the hilt inside her, taking her by surprise. She cried out as he growled. His mouth went to her neck, and he sucked on her flesh. Closing her eyes, she whimpered at the length of him. Curse was long, thick, and wide. The instant shot of pleasure took her by surprise.

The few times she’d had sex she was left disappointed with the feel of a man inside her.

“So f**king tight and hot.” He lifted her off his c**k only to slide back inside her. Keeping her gaze on his, she bit her lip to stop herself from crying out. Curse f**ked her hard against the wall. Her uniform saved her from the pain, and he was as careful with her as possible. The feel of him inside her took her completely by surprise. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she held on all the way as he f**ked her. The only sounds in the night air to be heard were their heavy breathing.

“Kiss me,” he said.

Dropping her lips down to his, she stroked his plump lips with her own. He held her tight as he rammed inside. The pleasure was increasing, but she knew there was no way for her to come.

Curse plunged inside her, growling as with one last thrust he spilled his release into her body. She could have smacked her head at the lack of protection. Tomorrow she would ask about the expense of the morning after pill.

“Shit, baby, I’m sorry.”

He held her, and she didn’t say anything. The lust was long gone only to be replaced by her anger at her own stupidity.

“Are you done?” she asked. She felt him tense in her arms, and she cringed even though she wanted this to be over.

“What’s the matter?”

“Nothing. I need to know if you’re done so I can go home.”

He pulled out of her body and stepped back. She watched him put his c**k away. His cum slid down the inside of her thigh. Wriggling her legs, she picked up the panties he’d torn.

“Give them to me.”

Her gaze on his, she placed them against his chest. “You can stop coming around now. There’s no need to be curious about me.”

Stepping away from him, she ignored his call as she walked home. It was for the best. Mia didn’t have time for complicated males.

Chapter Two

Curse slammed into the clubhouse not caring who he woke up. All of the families would be at their own home rather than staying at the club. He was so f**king angry that anyone who started a fight was going to lose. Mia had blown his f**king world, and by the end of it she looked bored. The moment he kissed her, she fought him, and then something changed. She no longer fought him but was begging for his touch and more still.

The moment she got his c**k out and moved around the building to f**k he’d been totally lost. Walking behind the bar, he snatched up the brandy and went into the kitchen. Her cunt had been tight as she gripped him, and he’d not used a f**king condom. Curse didn’t even know if she was on any kind of birth control. She’d wanted away from him so fast he didn’t even get a chance to bring her to orgasm. He’d been wound so tight he’d not been able to wait for her to come before he found his own release.

“Fuck,” he said, opening up the fridge. He knew f**k all about her. Mia never gave any part of herself even when she was talking with Ashley. The two girls were like chalk and cheese. Neither of them shared any common ground. Their friendship was a complete mystery to him.