Red Thorns (Thorns Duet 1)

I bang my palms against his chest, sobbing. “Stop…stop…”

“Ahhh…so fucking good.” He tightens his hold on my throat until I think I’m choking or fainting or dying.

But something entirely different happens.

I come.

This orgasm is different from anything I’ve experienced. There’s no buildup to alert me to the impact or those tingling sensations at my core whenever I’m about to reach a peak.

This one is so sudden, like slamming headfirst into a crashing wave. It steals my ability to breathe, think, or react. I go limp, unable to take it all in. I scream, but the sound is muffled by the lack of oxygen.

He picks up the speed of his thrusts, causing my back to slide up and down the stairs. It lasts through my orgasm, fueling it, heightening it, before he pulls out.

A groan escapes me when my pussy’s nerves tingle, indicating how sore and battered it is. I blink in confusion, still caught in my orgasm-induced haze as I stare at him. Did he come already?

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As if answering my question, he releases my throat but not my hair as he crawls up my body and settles on top of me so that his knees are on either side of my face.

Grabbing his hard cock in one hand, he slaps me with it across the lips and I taste the precum. “Open that mouth and take me like a good whore.”

When I hesitate, he hits me three consecutive times on the lips. I open my mouth with a gasp and he thrusts inside, instantly hitting the back of my throat.

I choke and attempt to squirm, but his grip on my hair serves as a steering wheel while he powers in with a mad force. He uses my mouth in the most brutal way possible, making me gag on my drool and tears. He barely allows me any air before he drives back in and does it all over again.

And again.

My jaw is numb and my pussy aches, but the itch inside me is still there.

Waiting.

Probing.

Demanding more.

Just when I think he’ll keep fucking my face all night long, he pulls out. “Open your mouth wide. Let me see your tongue.”

I do as he tells me, wincing. His hold on my hair is so strong that I think some roots will rip.

Before I can mentally prepare myself, hot cum sprays all over my mouth and chin.

“Lick every fucking drop.”

I try to, mindlessly running my tongue over the contours of my lips and tasting him…and me.

Holy shit. I’m tasting both of us right now.

He taps my mouth with his cock, not too hard now, but enough to get my attention. “Good slut.”

And with that, his shadow disappears from over me.

I remain in place, sprawled all over the stairs with cum, drool, and tears streaking down my chin.

I have no idea how long I stay there, panting. A few moments later, the lights go on, but there’s no trace of him.

My harsh breathing remains irregular as I lick the remnants of his cum from my lips. Disappointment tugs at the base of my stomach.

Reality is here.