With a moan, I bounce harder on his giant cock. He’s buried so deep, hitting pleasure spots I never knew existed. I love theway he fills me up. There’s something deliciously naughty about feeling stuffed full of him, impaled on his hardness.
Thorne isn’t the only one who’s insatiable.
I can’t get enough.
I grind my clit against the base of his cock, bucking my hips like a wild thing. He moves with me, thrusting up as I push down, the friction making me sob. Sweat clings to my skin as my body takes over, chasing an orgasm. Riding hard.
“Use my cock, princess,” Thorne pants. “Make yourself come.”
My skin burns, heart pounding as I feel the pressure flare inside me. Thorne holds my gaze, watching hungrily as I reach my climax with a shuddering scream.
“Yes!”
My body trembles as I come undone for him, pleasure rocketing through me. From somewhere far away, I hear Thorne let out a guttural cry. His cum spurts into me, hot and thick, his cock pulsing against my walls. Finally, I collapse on top of him.
“Good job, princess,” he murmurs, still panting hard. “That was amazing.”
I try to avoid his scratches as I rest my head on his chest. His heartbeat thuds against my ear, strong and fast.
“I think I need to take a break,” I say, struggling to catch my breath.
Thorne presses a kiss to my neck, making a noise deep in his throat.
“You’ve earned it. How about I make you some lunch?”
“That would be perfect.”
We decide to get cleaned up first, so I tie some plastic wrap over the gauze on Thorne’s arm to stop the dressing getting wet. Then we step into the shower. Thorne’s body dwarfs mine as we scrub the sweat from our bodies. He keeps stopping to kiss me, pushing me back against the shower wall to claim my mouthwith his tongue. I can still taste him as we dry ourselves off, steam hanging in the air.
Once we leave the bathroom, Thorne dresses in jeans and a flannel shirt, grabbing a fresh sweater from his closet for me to wear. This one is navy blue—soft and cozy. It feels even bigger than the green one, the sleeves dangling way past my hands.
“God, you look adorable,” Thorne groans, wrapping his arms around me. He scoops me up and carries me to the kitchen. “What do you want to eat, princess?”
I open my mouth to suggest grilled cheese sandwiches, but a knock at the front door cuts me off. Thorne scowls toward the noise, grunting with annoyance. Full caveman mode. He doesn’t move to answer it.
“Thorne? The door.”
“Ignore it. You need some lunch.”
The sound comes again.
“Come on, caveman,” I say. “It could be important.”
I take his hand and pull him into the living room.
“Maybe it’s the mountain lion,” Thorne grunts. “Good thing you locked the door, princess.”
I force back a smile. “Have I mentioned how infuriating you are?”
“Once or twice.”
I hang back as he opens the door, not exactly dressed for visitors. Thorne’s body blocks the doorway, but then I hear a familiar voice drifting toward me.
“Hi! Thorne, right? I’m Aria’s cousin. Our grandma sent me to pick her up.”
Thorne doesn’t miss a beat. “She’s not leaving.”
His voice is firm, and I hear Savannah say, “Oh?—”
