Red Thorns (Thorns Duet 1)

Wait a fucking second.

Maybe it’s not an act.

“Holy fuck. You’ve never put a dick between those pretty lips before, have you?”

It’s barely visible, but a slight blush creeps up her cheeks as her gaze turns downcast. I tighten my hold on her hair and pull her attention back to me, her huge eyes imploring, almost begging me to tell her what to do.

Why is that such a turn-on?

I shouldn’t help her win, but I couldn’t give two fucks about that right now. The fact that she’s on her knees for the first time ever, that she’s so inexperienced in giving blowjobs that she’s actually looking at me for pointers is a moment I want to tuck in a secret box and revisit later.

A weird sense of possessiveness grips me by the fucking ball. She’s like this for me.

Only me.

“Use your tongue,” I tell her firmly but not harshly.

She complies, unhurriedly at first, as if getting a feel for me, but then her rhythm picks up, matching my thudding heartbeat.

“Hollow your cheeks as you suck, baby,” I growl.

Naomi is a fast learner. She doesn’t even need me to tell her how to alternate between sucking and licking and figures it out on her own.

Her technique is still sloppy at best, but she makes up for it with the force of her determination. With the challenge shining in her dark gaze. With how her entire body is in tune with her strokes.

“Stop,” I grit out from between clenched teeth.

She does, her brows drawing together.

“Open your mouth the widest possible and keep it that way.”

When she does, I pull out to the tip, then thrust in, hitting the back of her throat over and over. I use her hair to keep her head steady and in the same position.

Moisture shines in her eyes and a shudder invades her.

She doesn’t fight, though. Even as her gag reflex kicks in. Even when she drools, her face reddening, and the tears finally spill free.

They’re curious ones, her tears, and there’s this primal need pulsing inside me to see more of them. To smear them on her face with my fucking cum.

It’s the first time I’ve ever thought about tears in such a way.

On her, they’re a different way where I can dominate her until her submission rips free through them.

Naomi still doesn’t attempt to push me away like any normal person who’s having breathing problems would.

In fact, she tries her hardest to keep her mouth open for me.

Fucking fuck.

She’s a lot more than I initially thought. The need for more shining in her teary eyes matches the raging urge inside me.

I don’t hold back as I thrust to the back of her throat, claiming her wet heat over and over again.

My groans echo the sloppy sounds of my dick sliding in her mouth, rubbing against her tongue and slamming at the back of her throat. I choke her with it until her cheeks and neck turn a deep shade of red and her face is a map of drool, tears, and precum. I use her with a brutality that consumes me, and her, judging by how she gasps in air, then quickly opens her mouth.

She might be inexperienced, but the pleasure is nothing like any professional-level blowjob I’ve had before.

I want to last longer, to dominate her until nothing is left, but I can’t.