Thorne’s tongue swirls over the sensitive bud. He lavishes it with attention, licking, sucking, tugging it between his lips. My back arches off the table. Raw pleasure thrums through my veins as he licks down to my core, delving inside, lapping up my cream.
“Yes…” I whimper. “Please don’t stop.”
Thorne makes a noise in his throat, his movements turning frenzied. Desperate. He clamps his arms around my thighs, pushing them wider apart as he devours me.
It feels so good.
My hands thread through Thorne’s silver-streaked hair, and I whine as he refocuses his attention on my clit, sucking it into his mouth. The suction. The pressure. It’s too much to bear. I tug on his hair, and he sucks harder, my toes curling at the sensation. I’m so close. Every muscle is pulled taut, throbbing with anticipation.
“Thorne…I’m gonna…”
The words melt into a sob as an orgasm rocks through my body. I buck against Thorne’s mouth, my hips moving on instinct, grinding me against his face. He doesn’t let go. He keeps me locked against him, licking up every drop of cream until I’m a quivering mess.
When he finally pulls away, I’m still breathless.
“Fuck, that was amazing,” he mutters, licking his lips like he still can’t get enough.
His mouth is slick, beard glistening with my juices. I feel like I might faint.
Did that really just happen?
Before I can figure out if this is just another dream, Thorne scoops me into his arms. I’m a big girl with thick curves, but he carries me like I’m weightless, holding me against his chest.
“Your scratches,” I say, trying to pull away. “Am I hurting you?”
“Not at all, princess.”
He pulls me back against him, then shoulders open the bedroom door and sets me down on the bed. I watch, still a little dazed, as he unbuckles his belt and slides down his jeans and boxers in one impatient movement. When he straightens up, a gasp escapes my lips.
Holy crap.
Thorne is officially a giant all over. Bulging muscles. Powerful thighs. But it’s what’s between them I can’t look away from. His cock is enormous. Long and girthy, so thick it makes my clit throb with need. His shaft is ribbed with veins, the fat tip glistening with pre-cum as he climbs onto the bed.
“You’re so big,” I whisper as he positions himself between my thighs.
“It’s all for you, princess.” Thorne stares down at me, eyes dark with lust. “Every last inch.”
9
THORNE
I coverAria’s body with mine, settling between her legs. My heart is pounding, my instincts driving me wild as I grab at the hem of her sweater and tear it off impatiently.
Fuck, she’s perfect.
Every inch of her is gorgeously plump and curvy. She looks like a work of art, and I groan as I palm her breasts, rubbing my thumbs over her dusky nipples. They fill my hands, soft and heavy, and I savor Aria’s shudder when I squeeze them.
“You’re so beautiful,” I tell her. “You have no idea…”
She smiles at me. Her dark hair fans across my pillow, those big brown eyes molten with need as she looks at me.
My sweet girl.
So ready for me.
I lean in to kiss her, nipping at her pouty bottom lip as I push her thighs open wider.
“Weren’t you supposed to be resting?” Aria asks.
