Page 47 of Vicious Knight

I go up again, higher, higher, higher, and when I come down a warm finger trails over my leg.

The sudden feeling pulls me from the dream. Dad and the playground disappear.

I expect the weird touching sensation to fade along with them but it returns, sliding down, down, down my leg.

Still half-asleep I reach out to feel what it is but when I hear a deep, low chuckle my entire body goes rigid with dread and fear.

My eyes snap open and I see him.

Thorne.

Thorne standing over me.

Thorne standing over me lying naked in the bed.

“Was this for me?” He traces his finger over the flat of my stomach and my heart wedges in my throat. “Thanks for the visual. It was driving me crazy wondering what you looked like naked.”

“What the hell are you doing in my room? Get out.”

Thorne gives me a wolfish grin that suits him. “I told you I wasn’t done with you yet.”

I try to cover myself and sit up at the same time so I can escape but he catches my leg and yanks me to the edge of the bed.

“You crazy bastard. What are you going to?—”

In one swift movement he crouches and pulls me toward him, spreading my legs wide so he can bury his face between my thighs.

The next thing I know his mouth is covering my pussy and he’s sucking down on my clit through the cotton barrier of my panties. I cry out from the impact of his hot mouth on my sensitive skin. And from the raw dose of pleasure.

Like a floundering idiot, I buck and thrash against him like I can’t make up my mind.

I hate to love what he’s doing to me and love to hate him.

Suddenly recalling my prior embarrassment from the other night of not trying hard enough to get away, I try now.

I give it my all. But damn it, when the devil moves my panties aside with his teeth and his tongue laps against my bare pussy, I arch my back and moan as if I’ve been starving for him.

I totally skip past the what the fuck is wrong with me? moment I had the other night and soak up the brutal way he thrusts his tongue into my pussy.

And those sounds… the purely erotic sounds of moaning and groaning, they belong to me.

Thorne doesn’t relent. It’s like he’s starving for me, too.

The wild thought of him, one of the most desired men on campus, wanting me makes me throw my head to loll back and yield as he eats me out.

The rhythm of his tongue thrusting in and out of me, faster and deeper, makes me wonder what his cock would feel like inside me. The forbidden thought sends me further down the rabbit hole of lust, whimpering like a wounded animal with every thrust of his tongue.

Thorne pauses for a moment to look at me. The wild smile dancing on his lips is as devilish as his touch.

Satisfied that he’s unraveled me again, he takes my hard nipples into his mouth and sucks briefly on each while his fingers play with my pussy.

He bites on my tight, taut nipples and swirls his tongue around them before returning to my pussy to feast.

Feeling the violent tug of an orgasm stirring in my soul, I grasp the sheets on either side of me and grind on his face as I come.

Shit, I come so hard my head aches from back to front.

My arousal flows into his mouth and he drinks me, lapping up my juices until they’re gone and his tongue is teasing me for more.

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