These Thorn Kisses (St. Mary’s Rebels 3)

Like always, a shudder goes through him.

A massive shudder, a spasm as he studies my kneeling, submissive form.

But today it’s worse.

His shudders don’t stop. His chest doesn’t stop shifting and expanding with his breaths. He even has to reach up and wipe his parted lips with the back of his hand as a vein on his temple emerges, throbbing.

And then there’s his dick.

That’s throbbing too, making a big tent in his pants.

And I want it so bad. I want his beast of a dick between my heavy, achy tits so bad that I squeeze them. I knead the flesh, bring my heavy mounds together before pulling them apart as I whisper, begging, “Please Conrad. I hated dancing with him. I hated wearing this dress and baring my body to others. I hated it. Please, I’m sorry. Please fuck my tits.”

At my final please, something splinters inside of him.

Something ripples through his entire frame and he reaches his arm out. He bends down slightly and buries his fingers in my hair, in my complex and painful updo.

Staring down at me, he growls, “I’m going to find a way to set you free, you got that? You’re not doing this again. Not again. I won’t let you.”

And with that, he does set me free. He twists open my complicated updo that was held together by a pin and lets my hair fall down my back. He lets my heavy tresses breathe. He lets me breathe.

And then I’m on him.

I’m unzipping his pants faster than I undid my dress. I get his dick out even faster, more gracelessly than I scooped out my tits. And when he spits on his palm before rubbing the wetness on his dick, I knock his hand away.

Because it’s my job.

It’s my job to lube up his dick. To prepare it before he fucks my tits.

It’s my cock. It belongs to me.

So I take over. I spit on his dick. I run my open mouth up and down his veiny rod. I lick it and suck it and make it all wet before I gather my breasts in my wet, sticky hands and make a valley for him.

A tight valley that makes him groan when he finally sticks his cock in it.

It makes his thighs and his slightly bent knees tremble. It makes him grab my breasts in his large hands and push them together, make the fit even tighter as he goes up and down.

As he pumps his dick, his large hands dimpling my flesh, his hips moving in the way that I love.

That makes me almost come just at the sight of it.

I hang my tongue out so at his every upward thrust, I can get a taste of his cock. I get to lick the pre-cum off his ruddy, swollen rod.

But after a few licks and a few moans that I can’t keep inside, he lets go of my tits. He takes his cock away and sits me on the counter. That I didn’t even notice was right there. Right by my side. So close, so easily accessible for him to sit me down and fuck me.

That’s what he’s going to do, isn’t it?

He’s going to fuck me.

So I spread my legs before he even has chance to push them apart. I haul my stupid dress up, exposing my thighs, my wet panties and also his name. Written on another part of my body.

He sees it and growls.

He digs his thumb into my flesh, right at the center of his name where I’ve made a rose, staring down at it.

And I tip his face up and whisper, “I’m sorry for putting you through my bullshit.”

He takes in a sharp breath before claiming my mouth in a fierce kiss.

Before he’s shoving my panties aside, exposing my hole and sticking his dick in.

That as always fits me so nicely and tightly and I barely ever feel the pain.

But he’s always careful in the beginning.

No matter how many times we’ve done this.

He’s always careful to pace his thrusts, to restrain his pumps until I’m all open. Until my walls are all soggy and soppy and soft like a flower. Only then does he pick up the speed. Only then does he give it to me and I feel him in my stomach.

And when his pumps have reached their maximum speed and force, he comes for my mouth.

He captures it in his and gives me his thorn kisses.

Tonight he does the same and the moment I feel him deep inside of me, I come.

I arch up in his arms, moaning and trembling, my channel spasming around his rod, making him come as well.

Making him all rigid as his dick throbs inside of me, lashing his hot cum, filling me up.

I’m not sure how much time has passed but when I feel his arms tightening around me, his thumb on the side of my parted mouth, I blink my eyes open to find him looking down at me with tenderness.