Page 26 of Bed of Thorns

But I wanted more.

So fucking much more.

All of her.

That’s all I could think about, my warped mind incapable of handling anything else until I was satisfied. Would there ever be a time? Would my yearning slowly dissipate or become a frenzied need, spiraling out of control?

Only time would tell but I’d risk everything in order to find out.

I sensed she was close to coming, her pants increasing, her moans floating all around us. She undulated on the surface, struggling in my firm hold. I shoved her legs up even further, exposing her dark hole, another forbidden location. Soon I would take her there. Soon I would possess all of her, every inch. Every thought.

Growling, I blew across her pussy before plunging my tongue back inside, driving us both to that sweet point of madness.

“Oh. Yes. God… Oh. Oh. Oh!” As she released, her juices flooding my mouth, I was nothing more than an animal, trying desperately to quench his thirst. I licked and sucked, my heart thudding. Her body continued to writhe and within seconds, she was thrown into another wave of one climax after another, her cries strangled and her body jerking involuntarily. I pressed my thumb against her asshole, pushing in gently. Her reaction was instantaneous, her scream exactly as I’d longed to hear.

“Edmond. Oh, God. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

My roughness increased, and I licked her like a crazed animal, pulling her into another wave of pleasure. She was far too sweet. I drank but wasn’t satisfied. More. More! I had to have every part of her. I pushed my thumb in even further, wiggling it until the thick digit was fully seated inside.

Nothing would stop me. I dragged my tongue up and down, spreading her pussy lips wide open so I could bury my face even more. My thoughts continued to reel, every one of them unsavory and brutal.

Hold on. Just hold on.

Blinded by my need, I managed to keep my beast at bay until her shaking slowed, but my control had been ripped away by years of longing.

Waiting.

Preparing.

I ripped her off the counter, holding her aloft for a few seconds before thrusting my cock inside, ignoring her cries as she threw her legs around me. I pushed her back, gasping for air as she slammed her palms on the counter, her eyes wild with the same amount of lust as I felt. When she dragged her tongue across her lips, I issued several deep, husky growls, which seemed to excite her even more.

“Fuck me,” she moaned, her large eyes piercing mine.

“Don’t worry, baby. We’re just getting started.”

I lifted her off my cock, drawing her down again, marveling at the way her muscles accepted the thickness of my shaft, expanding yet clamping down like a tight vise. Every muscle remained tense, my body shuddering as much as hers as I thrust again and again.

“It’s too much,” she whispered. “Too big.”

“Relax. Breathe for me. Take all of me.” My words were more of a command than anything and as I drilled into her, I still couldn’t get enough.

Mercedes threw her head back, arching her spine and crushing her breasts against me. The sensations rocketing through me became even more explosive. I rocked onto the balls of my feet, switching the angle as I plunged into her. Nothing had ever felt so damn good, so right in my life. With every thrust, I could tell she was relishing the slight pain, succumbing to the wave of rapture pouring through her.

I grabbed the back of her head with one hand, tangling my fingers in her long locks, making certain her face was only centimeters from mine. As I started fucking her in measured plunges, watching her facial expressions as pleasure erupted in various degrees, I breathed across her mouth and cheek, delighting in the blissful smile crossing her face.

When I pressed my forehead against hers, slowing the rhythm, she pushed up from the counter, accepting and inviting more.

“Harder,” she whispered, her long eyelashes skimming across her shimmering cheeks. My perfect budding rose was slowly opening, basking in the ecstasy we were both experiencing. Every nerve was on edge, searing sensations coursing through me as I tried to satisfy the continuous wave of primal hunger.

While I wanted nothing more than to fill her with my seed, confirming she was mine for the taking, the filthy side of me had already taken over. Her breathing remained labored, her lovely mouth pursing as I fucked her long and hard. I was floating on air, energized by jolt after jolt of electricity.

Her scent continued to filter into my nostrils. She smelled of flowers and vanilla, warm citrus mixed with innocence. My vision remained cloudy, incapable of focusing but as I dragged her off the kitchen counter, then tossed her over the edge, all my mind could think of was claiming her tight little asshole.

Then she would be mine.

She didn’t fight me, only turning her head over her shoulder as I moved behind her, rolling my fingers down her back.

“Relax, Mercedes.”

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