And the moan he unleashed?
Fuck.
His eyes rolled back, shoulder blades meeting as his chest rose. “O-Oh, God! Oren!”
“Fuck, Thorne. God, you’re sucking me in like the pathetic whore you are, you understand, right?” At his silence, I dug into his cheeks, pulling his gaze to mine. “Answer thefuckingquestion.”
“Y-Yes, Daddy, I f-fucking understand. I’m yours. Your pathetic whore. Your toy. Whatever you want. I am yours.”
Another thrust, slower this time as I waited for the nickname I wanted… the first nickname he’d ever given to me. “Yourwhat?”
“You’re mine, dove.”
I slammed into him, his head hitting the cupboard with the impact. “Mine,” I repeated, reaching to undo the belt above as I maintained my pace.
God, I wanted him to unravel further because of me. Fuckingme.
“Oh, fuck, Oren,” he cried out, his legs folding in on themselves as he struggled against me. “F-Fuck… You feel so fucking good.”
I managed to release the belt’s hold on his hands as they dropped to his sides. My fingers found his hips once again, using his newfound freedom to my advantage as I completely pulled out. God, I was aching, but I wanted himbegging.
His nails dragged across the tile, his head lulling back as he struggled to look at me. “W-Why did you… Why did you stop?”
“You know why, my love. I need tohearthat you want it. I need you fucking begging before I ram my cock into your ass again.”
His throat bobbed, but it wasn’t with a level of innocence, but a plan. Shifting, he wrapped his fingers around the hem of his shirt, tugging it up over his head to reveal the array of tattoos coating his skin. The overhead lighting glinted against his nipple piercings, which quickly vanished from my sight as he flipped himself over, raising his ass for me and bringing his chest to settle back on the kitchen floor.
“Please,” he whispered, kneeling before me bare in all ways. “I want your cock. Ineedyour cock. I need to feel you feel me… Please, dove. Every ounce of me is aching for?—”
I didn’t let him finish as I slammed into him with every ounce of strength I had remaining, my fingertips clawing into his back as I fucking moaned. “F-Fuck!”
His scream tore through the kitchen, his palms slapping against the tile as I buried myself inside him. Legs trembling already, he whined headily, his breath hitched with the overwhelming wave of pleasure. “O-Oh, shit. Shit, Oren!”
I angled myself deeper, hitting his prostate to stimulate his arousal further. I’d learned his body, the areas that made him weak—the areas that made him double over in pleasure. Continuing to dig my nails further into his skin to add that mix of pain, I grunted. “God, Thorne. Fuck… Fuck, I can’t… God, you feel so good.”
“C-Close…” he stuttered, euphoria flooding each of his senses. “I-I… Can I… Can I cum for you?”
I tensed, the plea in his voice sending me over the edge. “G-God!” I cried, filling him with my seed as I tumbled over the edge. “Shit.Shit!”
A deep, graveled moan left him as I flooded his essence. His body trembled beneath me, the restraint he held onto himself slipping as I fully came undone.
“C-Cum for me,” I said through labored breaths, continuing my thrusts for him as I completely emptied.
He unraveled.
A guttural groan rolled from his parted lips, his frame tensing against me as he fell apart beneath me. Knees dragging across the tile, he thrashed slightly, battling against the sensitivity that swathed his ability to think straight. With his release, his hips rocked forward, his seed coating the ground between his thighs with each whimpered breath as he plummeted from his high.
“O-O-Oren… F-Fuck… Shit…”
Pulling out, I placed a kiss on his back, my lips trailing his tattoo before leaning away. “God… Thorne, that was… that was?—”
A doorbell rang through the house, its chime echoing in the kitchen as I looked at the clock.Fucking hell.
Scrambling to stand, my legs were slightly shaky as I offered a hand to Thorne, who looked worse than I did. “Andthisis why I said no distractions.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
THORNE
