Page 67 of Heart of Thorns

Right now, though, I must be between her legs.

Immediately.

I spread her legs and lean down, running my nose and mouth up the inside of her thigh. All the way up, up, up, until I can smell her arousal.

“Oh God?—”

I swipe my tongue through the folds of her pussy and barely suppress my groan. When the tip of my tongue trips over her clit,her hips jerk. I smile to myself and do it again. My hands wander in, and I slide one finger inside her.

“Fuck,” she hisses above me.

Her hands stay locked around the edge of the headboard.

“Good girl,” I croon. “Now just come on my fingers and tongue and I’ll give you what you really want.”

In her heightened state, it doesn’t take her long. I curl my fingers inside her, pumping as my lips fasten around her clit. Her legs clamp around my head and tense with her climax. Her back arches off the bed, and she twists away from me.

“One down,” I tell her. I straighten and shed my sweatpants, pausing only to grab a condom from my nightstand. I kneel between her splayed legs and roll it on, enjoying her heaving chest.

It would be better if it was brighter in here… and if she wasn’t wearing a shirt.

I push the fabric up, exposing her chest, and my dick gets even fucking harder.

My hand joins hers on the headboard, and the other guides my cock to her entrance. She’s slick, with her cum and more arousal, and her wide eyes are locked on my face.

I meet her gaze,pause, then thrust into her.

We both moan. Her muscles tighten, pulsing around me, and I have to stay still for a moment so I don’t completely lose my shit.

I’m supposed to be good at this. I mean—Iam. I’ve fucked my fair share of girls. But she feels different. Closer to heaven than anything else I’ve experienced.

A slice of guilt drops through me at that thought. I shouldn’t compare her to other girls.

But there it is.

“You feel so good,” I tell her, slowly withdrawing until just my tip is still encased inside her.

I push in an inch at a time, and her eyes roll back. Her muscles tremble, her abdomen tensing. My self-control is hanging on by a thread, but I’m going to fucking milk it until it snaps.

Slow. Torturous. Teasing.

In and out. One hand on her hip, one on the headboard. My fingers are so close to hers, but just barely not touching.

“More,” she finally says. “Please, Thorne,more.”

I close my eyes briefly, then nod.

I can do more.

“Hold on tight, kitten.”

I pull out and slam into her harder, and the whole bed jerks. I do it again, and pleasure radiates up my spine. I chase that feeling, bent over her, while her hips rise to meet me. Her heels dig into my ass, and she releases one hand from the headboard.

I watch its path down her body warily, but she slides it down her abdomen and touches herself. Her fingers stroke her clit in fast, tight circles, until she’s gasping and falling into another orgasm.

Her pussy clenches and releases, waves of her orgasm seeming to go on forever. I’mright there, too, my balls tightening, my muscles burning, until I tip over the edge.

I still inside her, groaning through my teeth, until it finally stops.

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