Chapter Thirty-Two #3
It only takes a few passes of my tongue before she explodes. She throws her head back in ecstasy, her mellifluous voice reduced to a pathetic, choked sob as she soaks my chin with her release. I lap up every drop, slowing in my desire as she becomes oversensitive and soft.
“I…I hate you…” She gasps.
“No, you don’t,” I counter. “We aren’t done yet either.”
Her head whips down to me, fear taking up the forefront of her face. “W-what?”
I rub my hands over her hips, massaging her flesh as I nip at her inner thigh where Maddox left nice little welts. “It’s my turn, baby.”
I slide her back until she’s sitting on my lap, and rise to meet her lips in a heated kiss. She moans into my mouth, tasting her heady arousal on my tongue.
When I pull back, I rest my forehead on hers before cupping her cheeks in my hands. “There’s something I want you to do…”
She looks into my eyes. “What is it?”
I smirk before wrapping an arm around her waist and hoisting us up. She gasps before clinging to me, and her legs wrap around my hips as I walk us over to one of the lounge chairs. I ease her back onto her feet before pointing to the ground. “On your knees, Thorn.”
Disobedience shines bright in her irises as she shifts. “And what if I don’t want to?”
I tilt my head tauntingly as I run my fingers through her hair before fisting it and pulling her to me. “I’m not as nice as Maddox, pretty girl. Don’t make me say it again. On. Your. Knees.”
She looks up at me through her lashes before slowly lowering herself to the ground. When she sits back on her thighs, I sink down onto the chair and crook a finger at her. “Come closer. Between my legs.”
She shifts forward until I’m pleased, and I unbutton my jeans.
She watches my hands with hunger gleaming in her as I free myself and give my cock one long stroke.
Her eyes saucer before she attempts to pull back, and I snatch her hair again.
“What’s wrong, Thorn? I’m sure it’ll fit. Maddox warmed you up for me after all.”
She’s stuck, staring at my member like it’s a snake rather than a dick. Her shock is adorable, and I know she can handle me.
“How am I supposed to fit that in my mouth?” She trails.
I chuckle, stroking myself as she watches. “Oh, I don’t want your mouth…”
That’s a lie.
One day, I’ll feel those perfect lips on me, but right now, all I can think of is using her amazing tits. They’re tear-drop shaped, with dusky nipples that beg to be tasted. Watching her use them on me will be so fucking pleasurable. For both of us.
“I’ve never done that before…” Her voice is soft despite the way she was just shrieking with bliss.
“Am I your first?” The teasing note to my tone draws her eyes up to me as I bask in her uncertainty. She has no idea what this is doing to me, knowing no other man has instructed her this way. Fuck. “Don’t worry. I’ll show you what to do.”
She nods before gently removing the straps of her nightie and letting the thin fabric slide down until she’s bared to me. I don’t even think as I sit forward and rub a thumb over her left nipple, causing her to bite her bottom lip as I become mesmerized by her.
“Come here,” I coerce gently as I motion her closer. I grab her hands before placing them on the sides of her breasts and trapping my cock between them. The heat of her skin soaks into me, and my teeth grit. “Spit on it.”
She complies, bringing her saliva forward until it drips onto my head. It drips down, coating her breasts in the process.
“Good girl,” I praise. “Do it like you’re stroking me. Get a rhythm going.”
She moves, using her hands as she works herself up my shaft. The sticky sounds of her spit coating both of us fill the deck, and I rest my head back as I watch her through hooded eyes. Every point of contact is like heaven, and I know I won’t last long if she keeps this up.
Thorn squeezes me tightly between her tits, each motion testing until she finally gets it. Seeing her eyes light up at the realization that she’s doing it is my breaking point. My balls tighten, the telltale sign that I’m close, before I scoop her up and drag her into my lap.
Her breasts bounce in my face, and I take a nipple into my mouth as her knees brace on either side of my thighs. Her fingers slide into my hair, gripping my strands tightly as she moans. One of my hands fists her panties, yanking them to the side as my cock nestles between her thighs.
“Kairo,” she begs against my lips.
“I know, beautiful.” I press my forehead to hers. “You can take it all.”
She nods, biting her bottom lip as I ease her down. The stretch is delicious, and I feel her flutter around me as she pulls my hair.
“Oh, fuck,” she curses breathlessly.
“You’re doing so fucking good,” I coo as I grab her cheeks and make her focus on me. “That’s it, pretty girl. Take every inch of me.”
Her lips part as she sucks in a breath, and I keep whispering sweet nothings in encouragement until she finally sinks down fully on me.
“Breathe, Thorn,” I command as I lightly shake her head. “That’s my girl.”
“You feel so good,” She whispers, her voice breaking.
I snap—my patience fizzling out as I grab her hips. “Up on your toes. Bounce on me.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t think—”
I help to lift her, cutting her off as I rasp harshly.
“You don’t think while I’m in control. You do.
” I punctuate my words by slamming her down onto me, and she screams—the pleasure and fullness turning her into a hot mess above me.
She takes a moment to gather herself before she slowly lifts off of me and starts a sloppy rhythm.
I use my hold to guide her, helping her get the feel of the motion before she’s doing it on her own, her hips slamming down on mine with abandon.
“Put your hands behind you. On my knees.” I instruct.
She nods before untangling her fingers from my hair and reaching behind her. The new position opens her up to me, giving me a perfect view of her used pussy as it stretches obscenely around my cock. She’s swollen and glistening, and the picture before me is something my mind could never conjure.
Nothing holds a candle to her.
Nothing.
With every slam of her hips against me, we both draw closer and closer to our climax. I can feel it in the flutters of her walls and in the pretty pink shade of her chest. Her moans surround me, calling to my own release far quicker than I would like.
I can’t cum before her.
I slide my hand near the crook of her thigh, using a thumb to circle her clit.
She sucks in a ragged breath and clenches around me.
Her climax is brutal, making her hips halt as she shudders around me.
She grips me like a fucking vice, and I can’t hold back anymore.
I drag her to me, placing a hand on the nape of her neck and tucking her head into my shoulder as I shunt my hips up into hers.
“I’m going to cum in this pussy, Thorn, and you’re going to take every fucking drop.” I grit harshly into her hair as my spine tingles and my motions become sloppy.
She can only hold onto me as her orgasm elongates, and her fingernails dig into my back. Her sweet sounds are a symphony to my ears, bleeding her pleasure like my own personal song.
So perfect.
So mine.
Heat spreads through my limbs, and I bury myself to the root inside of her as I flood her with my release.
She whimpers into my ear, and we both pant heavily against one another as we come down from the high.
I don’t make any moves to pull out of her, the primal urge to keep everything inside winning over anything else.
I could stay like this for hours, just running my fingers through her hair. She melts into me as I comb through her locks, gently massaging her scalp in the process.
Aftercare is one of my favorite things. After everything is over, it’s the connection and checking on your partner that matters the most—making sure they’re okay and giving them the gentleness they deserve after a rough scene.
I pepper Thorn with soft kisses along her temples and forehead, giving her my full attention as we bask in the bliss.
“You’re being very sweet…” She trails as she rests her head on my shoulder with her eyes closed.
I chuckle. “I can be nice. How are you feeling?”
She shrugs slightly. “It was intense.”
“Mhm,” I hum against her. “Are you sore?”
Her eyes open, shining brightly with so much warmth and light. “A little.”
Fuck. This woman could command me to get on my knees and bark like a damned dog, and I would do it without hesitation. Rosalie has such a tight grip on my heart that it’s overwhelming to think about. It makes my plan all the easier. She can handle Maddox, and she can handle me.
Now, Roman is going to be the hard part.
I brush her hair aside before grabbing her chin and pulling her lips to mine in a sweet, slow kiss. “How about I run you a bath?”
She smiles sheepishly. “Will you get in with me?”
Oh, Thorn. You have no idea the lengths I would go for you.