“The position…” She felt the gentlest sense of pressure, Thornton guiding her to bend down.
“You were thinking of?”
And just like that, she found herself with her ass in the air while her elbows pressed down against the bed.
“Blake?” Thornton rasped out.
Her eyes squeezed shut. “Y-Ye…aaaaaaaaaah.”
His cock had plunged into her even before she finished speaking, and oh God, it was so, so gloriously good. Just like last night, his thrusts started out slow and careful, but unlike last night, she was no longer nervous and afraid.
Thornton’s teeth gnashed against each other when he suddenly felt Blake’s hips moving in response and she started grinding her ass against his cock. His fingers dug into the sweet, plump cheeks of her bottom, and he heard her gasp.
“Yes.”
He pulled out and sank in harder and deeper, wanting to see if she could take it—
“Y-y-yes.”
The sweet, begging note in her voice was unmistakable. Thank fuck. Wrapping his fingers around her hips, he began to give it to her, as hard and fast as he could and the way they both needed. God. Her pussy was like nothing he had ever fucked. It was so damn tight, and her muscles so damn good at squeezing his cock—
“T-T-Thorn…”
Her shuddering gasp caused her beautiful breasts to jiggle, and the movement had him bending forward so he could feel their tantalizing softness against his own palms. His fingers found her nipples, which were already hard and straining for his touch.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck.
Thornton pulled out one last time, and when he sank back into her, his fingers pinched her nipples hard.
Blake screamed, and a moment later, he felt the hot, creamy essence of her cum gushing around his manhood. The feel of it triggered his own, and with a growl of her name, Thornton felt himself coming hard, his cock ejaculating inside of her, over and over, until his seed and her cum mixed and began dripping down her legs.
Time seemed to fly past Blake, with her mind reduced into a feverish haze of heat and a seemingly unstoppable storm of shudders taking over her body. By the time she felt a little more like herself and less like the world’s luckiest sex slave, she was already in the shower with Thornton and his fingers were massaging her scalp and threading through the shampoo-foamed strands of her hair.
It just felt so surreal, and when she thought about how the past 24 hours had been…
“Thornton…”
In the process of running the soap down her body, he paused at the questioning note in her voice and looked down to find Blake seemingly holding her breath.
“Blake?”
“Are you real?”
He almost smiled. “Yes.”
Her breath came out in a whoosh. “So I’m not dreaming.”
“No. You’re not.”
“Which means…”
He raised a brow. Surely she wouldn’t say what he had a feeling she would say—
“You’re perfect,” she said dreamily.
And yet she did.
“I’m not.”
“You are.”
And so the world’s silliest argument continued, and Thornton, whose wealth afforded him the most lavish of pleasures and most exotic adventures, couldn’t remember the last time he had more fun.
“Super perfect!” Blake’s laughing voice played out from the half-open door of her bathroom while he waited outside for her to finish changing.
“No. I’m not.”
“Yes. You are.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“No.” Thornton’s phone vibrated in his pocket as he spoke, and he pulled it out to see a notification of a new text message.
Arden: Sorry for the delayed reply. Busy day at the cafe. And yeah, Elizabeth and Blake did talk about that guy, and when she asked your girlfriend if the guy likes her, Blake’s exact answer was “Well, of course he likes me.”
Chapter Sixteen
“No. Oh my God. No. Stop. Stop. Stop.”
“But who else can I tell—”
“Anyone but me!”
“Please, just pretty, pretty please, let me just share one story—”
The back door to the store opened, and Frankie nearly expired in relief. “Oh, thank God.” She had never imagined a day would come that she’d be thankful to see Thornton Blackwood, but apparently, miracles did happen. “Could you please tell your girlfriend I have absolutely zero interest in hearing about what a perfect boyfriend you are?”
“If I told her that,” Thornton answered mildly, “then she’d end up nagging me about the same thing, and I’d rather not have that happen.”
Frankie gaped. Wow. In the few years she had known the guy, that was the most number of words she had ever heard him speak in a single sentence.
“The mayor sent Frankie here,” Blake was saying as she pulled Thornton towards the reading nook. “She’s got papers for you to sign, but she also brought cake.”
Frankie tried to keep the surprise off her face when Blake’s boss skipped taking his usual place at the head of the table and instead took the chair next to his girlfriend. Blake continued chatting as she served him a slice of cake, and Frankie’s astonishment grew when she saw the intent look on Thornton’s face as he listened to his girlfriend.