Page 79 of Thorn Evermore
He’s already soft, already ready for me, but I can’t make myself stop. I spread him apart, plunging my tongue inside him as I reach around and stroke his cock. He’s sticky with precum, so I gather some of it and rub it on his hole with my finger before licking it all away.
Fuck! How does he taste like… I don’t have words. Like everything perfect in the world? I’m nearly delirious with need, desperate for more, more,more. Before I know it, I’m biting into his ample ass cheek, getting a trickle of his blood.
“Yesss,” Thorn hisses. “Bite me, drink me. Fuck, Kyson.”
I pop off, slipping between his legs again to bite the inside of his thigh. I get more blood this time, and my head spins from the euphoria spreading through me. Suddenly, Thorn grabs my arm, pulling me to my feet and dragging me to the couches. He plops down onto his back, spreading his legs and stroking his massive erection. Oh my god, he looks so good. I wish there was a way to fuck and be fucked at the same time.
Thorn smiles, his sharp fangs fully extended. “Fuck me first, then I’ll take care of you.”
Nodding, I practically tear my own pants off before climbing onto the couch between his legs. I use his precum to slick my cock, but I’ve got more of my own than I’ve ever noticed.
“It’s too much at first,” Thorn says, his voice breathy. “But you get used to it.”
I can only whimper in response as I line the tip of my cock up with his needy opening.
“Fuck me as hard as you can, love. You can’t be too rough.”
I slam into him, moaning loudly as his body clenches around my cock. “F-f-fuck.”
“Oh gods, yes,” Thorn moans, already pumping his hips.
I press my hand down on his belly, holding him in place. “I’m in charge.”
He grins at me with heavy eyes. “Prove it.”
I grip his knees, determination spreading through me as I move my hips. The insecurity I’ve lived with for forty years is gone, replaced by a confidence that leaves me speechless. I can give him what he wants. I justknowit.
Thorn nods at me, squeezing his nipples as I pound into him, impressed by my own strength and stamina. I lift his leg, biting into his calf and drinking him in. My eyes stay trained on his face, memorizing the look of it. Thorn engulfed in pleasure is better than any artwork or antique I’ve ever seen.
“Ah, right there,” he says, tilting his hips slightly.
I feel the bundle of nerves inside of him, actually feel it, and go even harder to make him scream my name.
“Ky, Ky, Ky,” Thorn chants, his nails digging into my forearms. It doesn’t hurt—on the contrary. It feels amazing.
We continue like this for what feels like hours, surrounded by the noise of the club yet somehow outside of it. I’m not sweating, not breathing hard, not tired. Just… delirious, I guess, with lust and happiness and love for Thorn. Already he’s given me so much. I can only imagine what the future holds.
Thorn snaps me out of my reverie, wrapping his strong legs around my waist and pumping his hips in time with mine. I can no longer tell who is being fucked, and I’m okay with that.
Thorn’s brow creases and his lips part, my name held on a long breath as his body trembles beneath me. It’s a whole-body orgasm, ricocheting through me as his hole clenches around my cock. I come with a shout and a stream of swear words as I’m rocked to my very core by the intensity of it all.
Thorn rocks himself on my cock, his own shooting afountain of cum into the air. I laugh with joy as it splashes down on us, a never-ending gush of warm, sticky rain.
Eventually it all subsides, and I slump forward into his waiting arms. Thorn kisses my temple as he strokes my hair.
“How was that, my love?”
I laugh. “It’s a dream come true.”
“We’re not done. We’ll never be done.”
“Mmm.” I tilt my head up to see his face. “Take me home and tear me apart again?”
“You can handle more?”
I nod. “Heck yeah.”
“What a treat you are. My perfect mate.”