20. Thorne
Chapter 20
Thorne
I blend into the shadows of my room like a creature of the night.
It’s just past three a.m. so that still silence of the darkness reigns.
The only light around me is the faint moon spilling through the windows and the red glow from the end of my joint.
I take a hit, hold the smoke deep in my lungs, and allow the psychedelic effect of the joint to take me. It’s good, but it's nothing like her.
Nothing has ever been as good as the little deer asleep in my bed with her silver hair teasing the moon.
Finally she looks the way I’ve always wanted her to look. Like I fucked her the way I’ve always wanted.
She fell asleep an hour ago, after the last time, which was the third time.
I want more, so much more, and that’s the problem. I keep wanting more. From her.
She’s fucking with my system and making me act in ways I never thought possible.
If anyone else had poured a drink over me the way she did at the poolside they would have at best ended up in the ER.
Then to slap me. And in front of everyone?
Fuck, no.
I would have never stood for that, but this girl has been the exception to every rule written in the book.
I never knew I could be as obsessed with anything as much as I am with her, and I slipped up by telling her.
I don’t even care. It was obvious. Just not to her. Or maybe it was but she kept resisting the truth.
I know I did, too, to some extent, even though I accepted it. Then I found myself cleaning her blood mixed with my cum, and possession stirred in my soul.
I haven’t had sex since I first met her. Before that I’d only gone a few weeks because I was keeping my eye on my uncle.
Now my dick feels like it only wants her.
Like sex isn’t sex unless I fuck her.
I take another drag on my joint at the same time she rolls over and the sheets slide from her breasts and down her legs, showing off her puckered pink nipples in the moonlight.
The sight hardens me up again, and when she shuffles onto her side, revealing her pretty pussy, I decide I’m done waiting.
I put out the joint and make my way over to her, my cock hanging heavily between my legs.
I give her ass a squeeze, and her eyes open.
She lifts her head to look at me, her hair falling over her face and her lips pursed in an erotic porn star pout.
“Ready again, little deer. Are you sore?”
Her cheeks flush. “I’m okay.”
I grin back at her, knowing that even though I left her raw, she still wants me.
I flip her onto her back, so I can watch her while I pound into her.
She gazes up at me, her eyes searching mine, still trying to figure me out. I want to wish her good luck because no one has ever been able to do anything close.
I never let anyone that close to me. Not even those I claim to trust.
“Spread your legs for me.” I could do it myself but I want to watch her obey my every command.
She spreads her legs and I savor the sight of her soaking pussy.
I dive in, my tongue pushing deep inside her, licking and savoring her arousal.
She doesn’t taste of innocence anymore. Now she tastes like temptation. Like feminine desire and all the things that could make a man go crazy.
This is the sort of sinful temptation that would compel a devious fucker like me to burn the world to ashes for one kiss from her.
“Thorne,” Ivy breathes out my name, which always sounds so glorious on her lips. “I’m coming.”
“Then come for me, malen'kiy olen' .”
She does, and I take pleasure in the fact that I barely touched her and she came. It means she needed me just as much as I needed her.
I drink up her arousal as it flows out of her, then I suck on the hard nub of her clit, making her arch her back and rub her pussy over my face.
I take one last lap of her clit before I guide my cock to her slick opening and slam into her pussy, impaling her.
We both groan out in pleasure and her inner walls clamp down on me, welcoming me home.
I grab her hips so I can pound into her and fuck her the way I want to. Brutal and reckless, rough and restless, cruel and relentless.
The walls of her pussy are thumping against my length, and she’s slick and hot around me.
I drive into her. Thrust after thrust. And she’s goddamned glorious, writhing against me.
She comes on my dick again moaning her pleasure, making me harder and hungering for her even more.
I pull out of her and flip her onto her hands and knees. We haven’t done it like this yet. I’ve been obsessed with watching her face as she comes for me.
Now I want to see her lush, curvy ass.
I squeeze her ass cheeks and slip back inside her. This position feels better and I know I’ll lose control quicker, but it’s worth it.
“Does that feel good, little deer?” I groan.
“Yesss.”
“Do you want more of my cock?”
“Yes. Give me more.”
I hammer into her, tunneling through her broken moans, until I explode inside her and roar out my climax.
And still I want more. Even as her cunt is fucking milking me dry.
I can’t get enough of her.
I wonder if I ever will.