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“I haven’t even started.”
He shifts his hips up slightly. “Yeah, but last night was…fuck, that was nice.”
“I’ll show you better than nice. Take it out, Thorne. I’m gonna make you so glad you offered to help me. I’m gonna blow your mind with how good I am at this.”
He works his zipper down, and a moment later, his big dick makes an appearance. It’s thick and dark red, the head leaking slightly.
My tongue peeks out and wets my lips, and I swallow roughly as I think about how fun this is going to be.
“You ready?” I ask, reaching across and pulling him into my hand. I stroke tightly, and he nods.
Then I pull him into my mouth. First, that thick head before falling further on him. My lips are spread wide, his cock splitting my mouth wide open. My mouth hits my clenched fist, and I gag slightly as I pull him in a little deeper. Spit covers his taut skin, and I hold him there for a moment, his throbbing dick in the back of my throat, before I lift off him.
My gaze shifts up, and I meet the hooded eyes that are staring down at me. His hands are clasping the arms of the chair, his chest heaving.
“More?” I ask.
He traces his thumb around my swollen lips and nods.
“Good, because that was just for you going with me to the nursery. This is for all your help planting those plants.”
I take him into my mouth again, hollowing out my cheeks as I take him once more into the back of my throat. He groans as I swallow around him, his head falling back slightly as I work my way up and down his length with my tongue, my lips, my hand. He’s slick and wet, the filthy sound of my fist sliding around him making my free hand drag down my own cock.
Fuck it. I want to come when he does.
I pull my dick out and stroke it in time with the taste of him. The sound of his soft, punched-out, unconscious groans.
His fingers tentatively move into my hair, curling around the strands and holding on. Not too tight, but just enough to move me in the rhythm he wants. I’m more than happy to let him guide me. I want this to be good for him.
And to be honest, it’s turning me on even more.
My orgasm is so fucking close.
His must be, too, because I sense the tremble in his legs, the twitch of his cock in my mouth as I bob my head.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, holding on to my head with both his hands now, moving me exactly like he wants me.
I gag and slurp, my wrist getting a workout as I work myself right to the edge. But not yet. Not until I fall over with him.
He curses again and then shoves me all the way down onto him, my nose hitting the closely trimmed pubic hair at his groin. I black out slightly as my orgasm barrels through me, my cock emptying itself onto the floorboards beneath me. And Thorne falls over at the same time. He empties himself right into my throat, gently pulling me off his dick when he’s done.
I sputter slightly, resting my head on his thigh as I regain my breath, regain my composure.
“Fuck, that was rough. I’m sorry. Shit. You just…fuck.”
“Nah. I liked it,” I rasp. “It was perfect.”
I tuck my cock back into my pants but don’t move from his thigh, closing my eyes. My lips and tongue feel swollen, but hell, that grounds me.
I feel more sane in this moment than I have in a while.
Maybe I should ask him to have sex with me. Maybe he can fuck the sense right back into me. Maybe then I’d have the advantage over Michael.
Maybe then I’d win.
CHAPTER EIGHT
LEAF
