Page 43 of Thorn Evermore
I laugh softly, but I’m done talking now. It’s time to show this man just how fucking sexy he is.
I push him onto his back then straddle his chest. Kyson writhes beneath me, rubbing his hands up and down my thighs. “Open your mouth, sweetheart.”
“Oh my god,” he whispers, before swallowing hard, then opening his mouth wide.
“Fuck, babe. You are so pretty.”
I rub the tip of my cock on his bottom lip, smiling down as he flicks his tongue out to meet it.
“So much… sticky… yummy…” he moans.
“You like how I taste, gorgeous?”
He nods, gazing up at me with heavy-lidded eyes. “Want to be good for you. So good.”
“You’re already perfect as you are, Kyson.”
He shakes his head but his brow creases. Ah. A negative thought the potion won’t allow.
“No matter what happened before me, it’s all gone now.” I scoot back enough to lean down and press a soft kiss to his lips. “Don’t fight it. Just let all the good stuff bubble up.”
He exhales slowly, holding my gaze. “More cock please.”
I chuckle, returning to my position and offering him another taste. He laps at my cock head, moaning and wiggling beneath me. His scent intensifies the warmer and hornier he becomes, making me feel like I’m the one who drank the potion.
His arms are locked beneath my thighs, and he struggles against me to try and lift them, but I love his helplessness. He does too. I sense he’s wanted to submit for a long time but never felt safe enough.
With that in mind, I place my hands on the mattress above his head, rising up to shove my cock down his throat as far as he can take me.
“Yesss,” he mumbles when I lift up slightly. “More.”
I pump my hips gently, allowing him to adjust, but he’s a trooper, gagging and giggling his way through it. He’s not so much sucking as relaxing his throat and letting me fuck it. He wanted to choke on it, and who am I to deny this beauty his wishes?
I peer between us, and a smile tickles my lips. His body vibrates beneath me, his skin flushed pink with desire, his cock standing straight up and dripping precum. By the gods, Kyson is a beautiful creature.
Centuries of practice have taught me how to keep my beast at bay no matter how turned on I am, but I’m struggling. Every part of me wants to sink my teeth in Kyson’s supple flesh and drink him in. Literally.
The urge is strong, like an itch I can’t scratch, but I resist with everything in me, pulling away abruptly to avoid coming too soon.
“Noooo.” Kyson pouts. “Come back.”
I sit back on my heels, careful not to put all my weight on him, and when my eyes settle on his face, I am staggered. His lips are damp and swollen, cheeks flushed, eyes hooded.
“By the gods, Kyson,” I whisper.
“What?”
“You’re stunning.”
“You’re delicious. Want more.”
“Well, as talented as you are with that pretty little mouth of yours, I need to get fucked.”
He shivers beneath me, nodding his head. “Please, Thorn. Please.”
I scoot down again, leaning in to taste his mouth. He returns my kiss eagerly, wrapping his arms around my neck and bucking his hips to knock his hard cock against mine.
“I love how responsive you are,” I murmur against his lips. “How needy, how desirous.”