Page 45 of Bed of Thorns

Panting, she tried to keep her eyes open but was unable, writhing underneath me as I crushed her breasts against my chest. She’d never looked so beautiful, the early morning light casting a warm glow around her face.

The hunger only continued to swell, the need to take more, to have all of her consuming every portion of my mind. When I pulled out, she gasped, trying to jerk up from the bed.

“Don’t stop.”

“I told you before. I’ll never stop.” I crawled off the bed, flipping her over and onto her hands and knees. My cock was slickened from her pussy juice, beads of pre-cum already oozing from the tip. The scent of our combined sex permeated the room, the fragrance possibly the sweetest thing I’d ever encountered.

She tossed her hair over her shoulder, twisting her head to see what I was doing, her eyes glistening with fire, open so wide they appeared doe-like. She couldn’t fathom how much she turned me on. I ran a single finger down her spine, still gasping for air from the excitement and anticipation of filling her. Then I smacked her twice on the bottom, moving from one side to the other, dragging my tongue across my lips, longing to see her ass covered in my marks.

“I don’t deserve that,” she mused, acting as if she was going to crawl away from me.

“I think you do. I probably always will.” I cracked my palm against her bottom four more times in rapid succession, my fingers tingling. I repeated my action, then took my time sliding my hand all the way down the crack of her ass before shoving it between her legs. “You’re so freaking wet.”

“Mmm… You make me that way.”

A haze formed around my eyes, a burst of emotions and needs like a cataclysm. I wanted to confess my sins, but she’d never forgive me. I longed to tell her every wicked thought I had but was certain I’d scare her off. I swirled my finger around her clit, grinning as she bucked, her tender tissue still sensitive from before, swollen to twice its normal size. I’d spend a long time feasting on her pussy, bringing her one orgasm after another, leaving her listless and sated, perspiration slickening her body.

As I rubbed my hand against her pussy lips, she shifted forward and backward, riding my fingers. “That’s it. So wet.” I smacked her bottom again with my other hand, enjoying every whimper, every yelping sound she made. My heart was in my throat, and I could hear it drumming in my ears.

Within seconds, her breathing started to change, her entire body shaking as she dropped her head.

“Oh… I just…”

There was nothing more incredible than the way she pinched her face, her lips twisting. She’d pitched her face to the side again, allowing me to witness her joy, the powerful burst of ecstasy dragging her to the very edge of that moment where all time stopped.

And nothing stood in the way of us.

Our connection.

Our passion.

Our desperate need.

As she erupted, I drove my fingers deeper inside, basking in the scent as well as her continued purrs. Everything she did made me a crazy man, even more so than usual. Still panting, she dropped her head, clawing the bedding. When I finally removed my hand, covering her bottom in her own juices, she made her move, attempting to crawl across the bed.

Her raucous laughter filled my soul, at least for a few precious seconds, the lilt evocative. I yanked her back by her ankle, only to be filled with other glorious sounds. But my hunger knew no bounds. I returned my cock to her sweet pussy, gripping her hips as I drove deep inside.

“Yes. Oh, yes…”

Even though I heard her sweet cries, I closed my eyes, refusing to accept any wretched visions that could ruin this moment. I thrust long and hard, wanting nothing more than to claim her sweet ass again, but that would come later.

Just like her voluptuous lips would be wrapped around my cock, taking every drop of my seed. I fucked her like some beast rutting in the wild, incapable of stopping until I achieved satisfaction.

Sweat beaded along my upper lip, slowly making its way down to my chin. I watched as if in slow motion as the drops trickled onto her. As they slipped across her heated skin, the light splash seemed to ping my ears, although given the roaring surf, that seemed impossible. But with her, everything was possible. My body shuddering, I plunged even harder, the sound of my balls smacking her legs adding to the chorus. I could never seem to get enough.

My control was gone. She did that to me. As my balls filled with cum, I threw my head back, staring at the ceiling.

Then I issued a primal roar as I released.

Maybe I was finally home.

CHAPTER11

Edmond

Alone.

I’d left her alone where she’d be for hours. The thought had twisted my gut, leaving me angry and insolent. I’d known about the meeting with the financial advisor before I’d returned to Maine, but that hadn’t made it any easier to leave our bed. As I rolled into Virginia Beach, I continued to rest my elbow against the driver’s window, rubbing my index finger back and forth across my mouth.

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