Page 17 of Kiss My Sass

Nica could hardly believe what was happening. Somehow, he’d gotten through all her hangups with his magic kisses and skilled hands. He was moving now, inside her panties, those thick fingers parting her slick folds, Thor was doing what no man had ever done. Thor was giving her pleasure.

He used his thumb to caress her swollen nub while he pushed one, then two fingers into her core. It had been so long since anyone touched her, and never, never ever had it felt so good.

She was wound so tight, her mouth opened as she clung to his neck. Thor seemed to love it, though, and he kept on stroking her with her panties pushed to the side. The fabric was hopelessly soaked now. He growled, sucking in her neck and back to her tongue, moving his hips in time with his efforts.

“Oh gods, Thor, that feels so, oh gods!” Nica cried out and moaned, unable to finish her thought as pleasure exploded, pulsing through her veins.

“One,” he grunted.

He kissed her again, rewarding her, it seemed. Nica continued to ride his hand, embracing the sharp pleasure and the mini aftershocks he had so thoughtfully gifted to her. Through her lusty fog, she realized he was counting off her orgasms.

Holy cow.

Her experience with men was pretty nil, but she had to admit, it was a mighty turn on for a guy to exude such utter confidence in his ability to pleasure her. Nica’s eyes widened, a disappointed groan sounding from her lips as her sex clenched on air, missing his invasion once he slid his fingers from her channel.

“Fucking delicious, angel,” he growled.

Thor slipped his two fingers, still glistening with her pleasure, into his mouth and sucked them dry. Holy hell. She had no idea how hot that would be, and watching his eyes dilate with hunger sent pools of moisture flooding her crevice.

“You ready for two?” Thor asked, backing up a step but holding her still against the wall.

She looked down to see his engorged cock in his fist. Thor watched her watching him as he placed the broad head against her needy sex. She’d only ever done this once, and it was horrible, embarrassing, but even acknowledging that, she had to admit she never wanted Jack the way she wanted Thor.

“If you want me to stop, Nica, tell me now. Once I do this, there is no going back,” he growled, black eyes burning into hers.

“I want this. I want you,” she said automatically, owning her truth the only way she knew how.

“Mine,” he growled.

Then he fed her his cock inch by delicious inch until he was seated all the way to the hilt. He pressed his whole body against her, cupping her face and holding her still. He was so big, but patient with her, giving her time to adjust to his size and girth.

“Damn angel, you feel better than I thought you would,” he grunted, kissing her then as if she were something precious to him.

Had he been thinking about her like this? Holy cow. This big, beautiful man had been imagining sex with Nica, and suddenly she felt like a goddess instead of a silly girl with almost zero skills to offer the sexy as sin male. Sensations flooded her system, he was so big stretching her till it burned. But it was a good feeling, very good.

She wanted him to move so damn bad, but the beast of a man would not be rushed. Oh, she felt his animal inside him, knew the Demon Wolf was there, waiting just as she was. Then suddenly, he pulled out, pushing back in, taking her in long, deep, hard strokes. Nica had no idea people could do this standing up, let alone for as long as they did. But his strength was immense and his stamina double that. In the end, Thor made her come three more times. Each time was better than the last.

Hours later, he carried her outside with a clean towel draped over her naked body and didn’t stop moving until he laid her down on the king sized bed inside his room in the Pack House. Once there, he crawled up her body, kissing, nibbling, tasting her flesh until she was panting and moaning beneath him.

“You taste so good, angel. Sweeter than the sweetest strawberry jam,” he growled, kissing herthere.

“Thor,” she yelled, pulling on his head, his ears, whatever she could grab.

Nica yelled, moving up on her elbows, eyes glued to him as he parted her folds with his tongue. Her heart was beating so hard it was liable to come right out of her chest with the things he was doing to her. Big hands pushed against her thighs, holding them open as he ravaged her pussy with his mouth.

How did he know how to do that? She couldn’t even imagine another man impaling her on his tongue, making her see stars. Jealousy slapped at the recesses of her mind, but she pushed those hateful thoughts away. They had no place there with them. Just because she’d had an unfortunate past didn’t mean he had.

She couldn’t fault him for having women before her. He changed angles, filling her with his fingers while lapping at her clit. It was not long before she was moving again, grinding her sex on his face as she screamed his name, chasing her orgasm this time. It was too much.

He was licking her with steady swipes of his tongue until she thought she would fall apart into a million pieces. She couldn’t do that, could she? Fear and curiosity filled her, and Nica pulled on his head. Thor stopped, looking up curiously at her.

“Did I hurt you?” he asked, his lips glistening with what she knew was her essence.

“No,” she shook her head. “But no one ever, I mean, I never—”

A wicked grin split his face, and Thor kissed her pussy again, the same way he did her mouth. He lifted his mouth, eyes fixed on hers.

“You taste so good, angel. This is natural. It’s good. I love the way you taste and I’m gonna make you feel so good, I swear it. Lemme have you. Lemme make you feel good,” he growled, and she nodded, helpless to do otherwise.

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