Page 42 of Thorned Vengeance
“No,” I grit through my teeth. “Now, can we quit talking and do this?”
Thorn chuckles. “Sorry, sweetheart, you just gave me a helluva lot to prove.”
“I’m not your sweetheart,” I protest, even though my heart soars. “Wait… prove?”
Thorn doesn’t answer as he disappears from my line of sight again, and his tongue dashes out and flicks my clit. My muscles tense, but he continues his assault. He rotates from gently blowing to licking to softly biting my most intimate flesh. He feasts on me like a starving man.
Sweat coats my skin, and I reach out to grip his hair. I don’t know if I want to pull him closer or push him away. What I do know is that I feel like I’m about to detonate from the inside out.
Thorn takes the decision out of my control. He thrusts a finger inside me and curves it, finding that little bundle of nerves I’ve only ever found with my vibrator. I stiffen, my toes curl, and he adds another digit, his movements becoming frenzied.
“Come for me, Delaney,” Thorn orders. “Come, now.”
He pumps his fingers a couple more times and sucks hard on my clit. I explode around him, and he lazily laps up my release, causing short aftershocks to rock my body.
I lay on the bed, trying to catch my breath as the sound of foil tearing stirs me from my post-orgasmic haze.
Thorn flips me over on my stomach and smacks my ass. “Hands and knees.”
I’m not used to being dominated, but my body shivers in response. “Don’t get used to ordering me around,” I say as I peek over my shoulder.
Thorn rolls his eyes. “Wouldn’t dream of it. Now up.”
I do as he says which is another first for me. My sexual experiences are somewhat limited, and giving up control was never a part of them. Granted, I’m not a virgin, but it’s always been wham, bam, thank you, ma’am. That’s clearly not the case with Thorn.
He impales me in one smooth thrust. He’s big, so much bigger than I’ve ever experienced before.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groans.
“And you’re too fucking big.”
“You were made to take me.” He rubs his hand up and down my back, then around to my chest, and tweaks my nipples before shifting his touch to my pussy to rub my clit again. “Relax, baby.”
I take a few deep breaths and let the sensations of his touch overwhelm me. “Are you gonna move?”
“Bossy.”
He slowly glides in and out which prolongs the torture. The small bite of pain from being stretched more than I ever have slowly turns into a building pressure deep within my abdomen. His movements increase, and my body tightens.
“Thorn… I’m gon—” All of a sudden, he slows down, and immediately my irritation grows. “What the fuck are you doing?”
“Delayed gratification.”
“I swear, I will fuc?—”
Thorn weaves his fingers through my hair and tugs. He rams into me from behind, over and over again. I scream out my second release as he slowly fucks me through it.
I collapse, but before I can recover, Thorn flips me onto my back.
How the fuck is he still hard, and I’ve already had two orgasms? I’ve never had one that I didn’t give myself.
Thorn lifts one of my legs so it rests on his shoulder, and he pushes into my core once again.
I close my eyes, and Thorn snaps, “I wanna see your eyes when you explode all over my cock.”
“Who says I’m gonna?” I sass. “That’s pretty presumptuous.”
Thorn’s eyes gleam, and his mouth curves up in a wicked smirk. He drops my leg, he moves his hand in between our bodies and rubs my clit frantically. My body coils with pleasure, and I drag my nails down his sides. Thorn snakes one arm under my back and shifts our positions so I’m on top of him with my legs straddling his hips.