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She made a grumbling noise, and he thrust a second finger into her tight hole. The muscles clamped down around both digits as she gasped, the grumpy expression on her face disappearing.

“I thought I was supposed to be fulfilling your fantasies.” The statement came out more like a question, tinged with her confusion.

“You are,” he said with a wicked grin, swirling his fingers inside of her. “I want you right here, just like this, letting me do whatever I want to your gorgeous body.”

Catching her protest with a kiss, he pressed the heel of his palm against her clit and felt her soften and submit beneath him. Fucking perfect.

Chapter

Eight

DEBBIE

This was not at all what she’d expected, but she shouldn’t be complaining. She just didn’t understand why his fantasy was togiveinstead of totake.To be perfectly honest, she’d expected to already be on her knees, giving him a blow job right now.

Instead, he wanted unfettered access to her body, which was hotter and more intimate than she would have imagined. She felt more vulnerable, less sure of herself than she would have if he’d gone straight for his own pleasure.

Especially with him holding her hands down.

No one had ever done anything like that to her before. Debbie didn’t know if she liked it. On the one hand, she got a small thrill, feeling his strength, having him boss her around. On the other hand, she wasn’t too sure she wassupposedto like it. Seemed kind of anti-feminist. Weak. Neither of which described her.

Her honey badger snorted.Not weak to like what feels good.

That was a valid point. It did feel really, really good.

Why shouldn’t she just enjoy a man who got off on gettingheroff?

Just as she had the thought, his lips retreated, and Debbie found herself looking up into very blue, very thoughtful eyes.

“You are thinking far too much.”

Before she could lie and say she wasn’t, Thor shifted on top of her. Literally, on top of her. All hot, hard male weight, pressing down on her, denim jeans rubbing against her thighs and pussy, both hands around her wrists. This time when he kissed her with his whole focus.

Just like he’d kissed her earlier tonight as if he was devouring her. Claiming her. But unlike earlier, she was pinned underneath of him.

She whimpered against his lips, wriggling slightly, her clit throbbing as it rubbed against the rough fabric of his jeans. The bulge of his cock was rock hard, almost uncomfortable pushing into her soft flesh but in such a good way. Debbie wanted to rub herself all over him.

Her thoughts scattered, leaving her with the sensations he was rousing in her body. Hands slid down her arms, pushing gently against her wrists before moving away, so she knew to keep them in place, then down her sides. Thumbs swept over her nipples, teasing them to hard little points before leaving them to be abraded by the fabric of his shirt.

Pure need shot through her, hot and heavy, making her reel with the unexpected intensity. She couldn’t remember the last time a man had made her feel like this, just kissing. She wasn’t sure oneeverhad. Then again, it was maybe a little more than kissing. His body rocked against hers, sending electric shocks through her as his clothing created friction in all the right ways.

When he moved away, Debbie almost reached for him again but managed to stop herself just in time. She wasn’t quite sure why. It was part of the deal, though, right? He wanted her hands by her head while his hands and lips moved all over her body, teasing, caressing, nibbling, and licking.

This time, when his mouth returned to her breasts, there was no getting lost in her head. His hands caressed her sides, exploring with calloused fingertips and wreaking havoc on her senses. He rolled her nipple between his teeth, and her pussy clenched emptily. Damnit, she wanted him back inside of her, even if it was just his fingers.

Thor

Hell, yes.

Thor could tell the little switch had gone off in Debbie’s head, keeping her focused on how he was making her feel, instead of thinking about what he was doing to her. He even felt the twitch when she almost broke position, but she settled back down with her arms where he wanted them.

For him.

Fuck, that was hot.

He sucked and nibbled on her breasts, feeling the strain of her desire, enjoying the little whimpers as she struggled to let him have complete control. To keep herself where he’d put her. When she was panting for breath, he finally began kissing his way down her stomach.

He had the bluest of blue balls, but he enjoyed torturing himself almost as much as he enjoyed tormenting her. Anticipation made everything more intense.

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