I tightened my grip on his hair, willing him to drive deeper. He delivered. The man ate my pussy like his life depended on it, like it was his sole purpose in life, like it had become an Olympic event, and he was determined to win the gold medal.
My entire body tensed, then I came so hard my legs shook. My teeth chattered. My scalp tingled. His tongue took me to another dimension and held me there while my cells rearranged themselves. I fell back onto the mattress, totally spent.
He wiped my release from his chin, then kissed his way back up my body and sealed his mouth over mine. His heavy cock rested on my belly, reminding me he was still fully engaged.
I could have returned the favor and sucked him off, but I was greedy and selfish and wanted to feel that big boner inside me.
“Condom?” I asked, expecting a man with his level of skill to have protection at the ready.
“Negative. It’s not like I planned on seducing the bluebonnet queen this weekend. You?”
I was a strong believer in taking precautions, but it had been a long damn time since I’d needed protection. I shook my head. “No. But I’ve got an IUD and a clean bill of health. You?”
“No IUD, but I’m clean as well.”
A giggle escaped my lips. The man could make me laugh almost as hard as he could make me come. The combination was too tempting to deny.
“Do you want to ride or be ridden, soldier?”
He rolled onto his back and easily lifted me onto his lap. “Can’t we do both, minx?”
If I hadn’t already been smitten, he would have just sealed the deal.
“Ladies first.” He gave me a lazy grin, then nudged his hard-on into my leg. “I guess you’re riding bareback today.”
“Do your cheesy lines usually work?” I planted my palms on his chest and lifted my hips to ease down on his rigid cock. This was what I’d been craving—the full feeling of having a man seated deep down inside me. But Thorne wasn’t just any man. He was everything I’d envisioned my perfect man to be, right down to the warmth in his eyes and the cleft in his strong jaw.
“You’re the only woman I’ve ever used them on, so I’d have to say yes.”
My heart couldn’t take much more of his disarming charm.
“No more talking, soldier.” I swiveled my hips, grinding my pelvis into his, well on my way to my second orgasm.
He shook his head, like he was tolerating my attempt at taking charge. His hips bucked, sending him deeper. With every thrust, my eyes rolled a little farther back in my head. When he reached up and cupped my breasts, I almost came. Then he rolled one nipple between his thumb and finger. A bolt of heat shot straight through my core.
I didn’t think it could get any better until he pushed up and sucked my other nipple into his mouth. That’s when I shattered around him.
We stayed like that for several minutes—me straddling his hips while the fog of my orgasm slowly lifted and his cock still hard and seated deep inside me. When I felt like I’d finally caught my breath, he flipped me over onto my back and hovered over me.
“You’re so cute when you try to take charge.”
I tried to think of a sassy reply, but my brain hadn’t had a chance to reboot and come back online. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“It means it’s my turn now, minx.” His tongue skimmed over his lip. “And I’m just getting started.”
My core quivered at the implied promise in his tone. He’d already given me two orgasms. Was the man trying to break me? I couldn’t wait to find out what he had in store.
It didn’t take more than a minute for him to have me balancing on the narrow edge of another release. This one started from a place deep inside my core. I was used to seizing the hint of a possible release and pursuing it frantically, like chasing a unicorn through a dense forest. It was always one step ahead, just out of reach. But this… whatever journey Thorne was leading me on… it was deeper, stronger, more intimate than anything I’d ever experienced before.
Our bodies moved in sync like we’d rehearsed and performed this sensual dance together hundreds of times before.
“You almost there, Destiny?” His voice sounded was part question, part strangled moan.
“Almost. Just… oh, like that. Just like that.” His swollen cock hit that magic button. Jackpot. Bells jangled, and lights exploded behind my eyelids. The payout went on and on and on while he strained, tensed, and went totally rigid. The walls of my sex pulsed around him, milking him dry.
“Fuck, minx. That’s so fucking good,” he mumbled into my mouth.
I couldn’t answer. I was too full, too sated, and way too far gone to form words.
