Page 62 of Wandering Closer

“Do you need it harder, princess? I said I want you to scream for me,” he grits out. The pain is there, but it’s not unbearable. He needs this, and I can take it for him. I like the thought of wearing his mark on me. I lean back, sticking my ass out further, and settle my feet better into the damp ground.

His sharp inhale is the only warning I have before he spanks me again, on the other cheek this time. The pain is enough to rip a cry from my lips.

“Three more.”

He rains the slaps down one after the other, as I scream out with each bite of his palm. His calloused hands rub gently, peppering kisses over each cheek, praising me until the sting from his slaps is gone.

“You’re dripping for me. Did you like that, Lily?” he asks, unzipping his pants with one hand while stroking his fingers through my wet lips with the other.

“Yes,” I hiss, as he reaches forward to stroke my clit.

“My good fucking girl.”

His hand disappears again, only to be replaced by the head of his hard cock as he strokes me, coating himself in me. He notches at the entrance, and with one hard thrust, he is fully seated inside me. I cry out at the sweet mix of pain and pleasure.

He takes me hard and fast, not waiting for me to adjust to his size, his hands gripping tight on my hips. At this angle, he can get deeper than he has been before. The stretch of his thick cock hits that special spot deliciously. His hips piston into me, drawing a mix of moans and cries from me.

“You look so pretty impaled on my cock. You take me so well, this hungry pussy squeezing me so tight,” his deep voice pants out.

He leans forward to grip my hair at the nape, pulling me up flush against him. That hand settles around my neck while the other dips down my stomach, finding my swollen clit. His fingers circle it furiously as he continues to pound into me.

“Please, Thor,” I beg for him to make me come.

“Come on my cock, baby. I need to feel you.”

With a pinch to my clit, I shatter. Blinding colors cloud my vision as the strongest orgasm I have ever had tears through my body. I scream out his name as he calls mine like a prayer, painting my insides with his cum. My body slumps against his, but he holds me in place effortlessly. Stroking his hands down my stomach, telling me how well I did and how proud he is of me.

When both of us have caught our breaths, he pulls out of me and scoops me in his arms. He carries me clumsily into the house, and then I notice his pants bunched around his thighs because he never fully removed them. Kicking off his boots, he lets the pants and boxers slide down his legs before taking the stairs two at a time. I hiss when he sets my bare ass on the cold counter to turn on the shower. He strips off his socks, then comes to pull his shirt off over my head. Large hands bracket me on the counter as he buries his face in my neck.

“I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

“No. It was the perfect amount of pain and pleasure. Feel free to do that again next time you’re upset.”

“Yeah?” His hot breath tickles my neck, “You liked that, dirty girl?”

“Mhmmm.”

He picks me up, carrying me straight into the warm spray of the shower. His gentle hands travel over my body, rubbingout my tight muscles as he washes me. Thoren takes his time scrubbing the shampoo into my hair before tilting my head back to rinse it out and doing it again with the conditioner. When he is satisfied that I am clean and relaxed, I take over doing the same for him.

By the time we step out of the shower, we are exhausted, so we crawl into bed naked together. I attach myself to his front while he holds me to him like he plans to never let go. My fingers trail lightly up and down his side while he rubs up and down my back.

“Are you still angry?”

“No, baby. Can I ask you something?”

“Anything,” I speak softly into his chest. I mean it, I want no secrets or hidden truths left between us. Anything that he wants to know, I want to tell him.

“Can you tell me about your relationship with Tyler? We haven’t really had an in-depth ‘this is our past’ talk.”

My hands stall before slowly resuming. “I didn’t date in high school. It was a mix of things; my strict parents, my desire to please them through good grades and extracurriculars, and I think my race played into it, too. Phoenix has a very small Asian population, and I know I’m not everyone’s cup of tea. I wasn’t a popular girl, and I had no problems keeping to myself. College was more of the same. I was a little timid and lived with my parents for the first two years. I had a one-night stand that took my virginity, which was a huge mistake. Then I started interning at the financial firm, and I met Tyler.

“He was older, and he paid attention to me. It was innocent, at first, but it eventually developed into something more. He was my first boyfriend, and I thought things were going well. It started with all the sweet things: flower deliveries, him showing up with dinner, telling me how beautiful I was, that kind of stuff.”

Thoren’s hands are still stroking up and down my back as I choke out the next part. “That didn’t last long, though. He still had his moments, but he wasn’t great with communication. He wouldn’t call or text as much. Sometimes he would stand me up when he was supposed to come over. Red flags started popping up, but I finally had someone that cared about me… that said he cared about me. I saw what I wanted to see. I wanted someone to love me and be proud of me, and he said all the right things. It took a while to see that those words were never backed up by actions. I stayed longer than I ever should have, and finding out he was still married was the best and worst thing to happen to me.”

Thoren is quiet, his hands never leaving my body. To my surprise, he doesn’t ask for more, or scold me for not leaving sooner. “Jen and I knew each other since we were kids, small town and all. She wasn’t interested in me, no girls were, but she was friendly. When I moved to Seattle for college, I started working out and filling out. Jake moved with me, and River was there, and between us three, I learned how to talk to women. I lost my virginity and had hook-ups. And yes, my dick got nicknamed the hammer.”

“Appropriately so,” I giggle. “That thing is the size of my forearm.”

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