She groaned as he trailed his lips down her throat to a breast, which he flicked his tongue across before his mouth clamped over her hard nipple and sucked roughly, causing her to cry out. With his other hand he teased her other breast, twisting the nipple hard enough to cause discomfort.
Every nerve ending screamed with the desire to drive himself inside of her, but he also wanted to make it last a very long time.
The cat jumped up on the bed and Thorne hid his smile as he eased himself down the long, gorgeous body. Wanting to taste every inch of her, he took his time.
Her fists clenched in his hair and her body squirmed beneath his touch.
He moved lower, his mouth burning a trail from her soft belly to her hip.
Sinking his fingers into her, he stroked her nub softly at first and then with more force. “Thorne,” she groaned.
He placed his hands under her legs and lifted her hips, allowing her legs to fall over his shoulder before he took her into his mouth. His tongue stroked her mercilessly as his fingers spread her wider. Damn she tasted good.
Every time he felt the telltale signs of her impending orgasm, he backed off. One of his hands trailed between her thighs as his tongue slowed to a lazy swirl. The touch of his skin against her leg made her squirm. She was very responsive to every touch.
He continued to tease her until she was breathless and begging him to stop the torture.
Finally, he used his thumb and rotated it quickly, putting just enough pressure on her nub. Every woman was different, and this one required more pressure than most. His tongue worked its magic, and within seconds her body was involuntarily shivering while her head tossed side to side as she gripped the blankets. Waves of pleasure radiated throughout her body as the orgasm shook her.
He didn’t back down. Even though she begged him to stop, he continued stroking his tongue on her swollen clit. “Come again for me,” he commanded.
Swallowing, she nodded her head.
In a matter of seconds, she was screaming out his name once again.
The cat nudged at his body. He was so lost in the act that he had forgotten about Nike. All he had been aware of was the beat of this woman’s heart, the way her pulse skyrocketed as she lost all sense of control to the pleasure. He felt every tremor, moan, and gasp. And he relished it.
9
Thorne sat back on knees, the bed squeaking beneath his weight. His eyes were fastened on the sensual woman beneath him. He glanced over at the cat and debated if he should call Nike out or let her suffer? It might be in his interest to get her on his good side, seeing as she couldn’t even stand to look at him and yet she was supposed to protect him from something.
He slid off the bed and made his way to the dresser. Pulling out a blindfold, he snapped it between his hands. Amber started to turn to see what he was doing. However, he didn’t think the woman could handle seeing a full goddess in all of her power, let alone one that was sexually frustrated. “Eyes on the ceiling.”
A smirk crossed his face when she did exactly as she was told. Oh yeah, this was one kinky bitch. He knew without a doubt she would let him do whatever he wanted to her.
With one of his hands, he eased her head up before he wrapped the blindfold around her eyes and tied it snugly. “No matter what I do to you, you are not to remove the blindfold. Understand?”
She bit her lip and nodded. It wasn’t easy for her to give up control, but she liked it.
Thorne snapped his finger. “Kitty, show your true form.”
Nike materialized before his eyes. Last time she had been wearing her long, flowing tunic, this time she was nude. Nike naked in his bed. He wouldn’t have believed that in a million years. Wait until Benny finds out, Thorne thought with a laugh.
“You are not to touch me,” Nike said haughtily.
Thorne rolled his eyes. We’ll see about that.
Amber’s body tensed at the sound of another voice. He watched her hand, which twitched like she wanted to remove the blindfold, but instead she clenched it into a fist. Very nice.
Nike crawled on the bed slowly, methodically, taking in Amber’s body like some delectable treat. Which he supposed she was. Thorne had had plenty of threesomes in his time, but never with a goddess. His cock throbbed as he watched Nike’s hand reach out and brush Amber’s skin.
Amber’s chest rose and fell as her breathing increased dramatically. Thorne didn’t know if she was scared or turned on. Probably a little of both if he had to guess.
“She’s breathtaking, Thorne.” Nike’s voice was silky and her skin was glowing. It was like that with god and goddesses when they were aroused, but the glow was only noticeable to others of the same realm. Humans could sense the power, but not see it. Thorne had to admit, it was quite a beautiful thing to witness. He knew that if Nike were to look at him, he would have the same sort of glow, only his would be tinged with silver and hers gold.
When Nike’s lips clamped down on Amber’s chest, Thorne couldn’t control himself any longer.
As if she could sense his need, Amber arched her hips. Careful not to touch Nike, Thorne sat back on his knees and pulled her to him. He didn’t want to piss her off before they even got started.
Amber dropped her legs and moaned as he slid inside of her slowly, inch by inch until he filled her completely. Her muscles flexed around him.
He knew she was having sensory overload between the blindfold and the power of him and Nike enveloping her.
“Fuck,” Amber cried out as Thorne increased his pace and Nike’s other hand rubbed back and forth over her nipples. Amber’s hips rose to meet him for every thrust. Her hands—which were once laying limply by her side—came up, searching for Nike. Thorne groaned when Nike’s lips lifted to meet Amber’s. Amber’s hand reached up to cup one of Nike’s perfect breasts. The sight of Amber’s dark skin on Nike’s milky smooth skin nearly made him come undone.
He quickened his pace, pounding on her with long, hard thrusts, unable to take his eyes off the two women.
Before long, all three of their bodies glistened with sweat. Shortly after, both Amber and Thorne came.
Nike gave Thorne a look as if to say, ‘Now it’s my turn;.
“Amber, get down here and run that beautiful tongue of yours up her slit.”
Amber tensed and shook her head. “I’ve never … I don’t know how.”
Nike laid back on the bed beside Amber.
“You’re a fast learner.”
Thorne’s cock ached as he watched Amber trying to feel her way toward Nike. It took a few moments before Amber settled herself between Nike’s long legs.
He watched as she used her fingers to spread Nike’s plump lips, and then she dipped her head. He could sense the unease.
Thorne grabbed Amber by the waist and shoved his cock in deep without notice. He laughed when he heard her muffled scream. Fuck, her pussy was so warm and wet.
With every thrust, he ran his hand in a smooth circle before he slapped her ass. Hard. A little pleasure with pain was always best.
The night went by in a haze, and if he sat down and thought about it, he would realize it was the best sex of his very long life.
Nike had told Thorne he wasn’t allowed to touch her. She lied.
He took a perverse sense of pleasure sliding his cock into her self-righteous pussy. The woman could fuck, he’d give her that. She clutched her pussy tightly around his cock and released in quick successions, bringing him to the edge over and over again.
Once Nike was satiated, Thorne rolled out of the bed without bothering to grab his clothes, and pulled Amber up with him. She was still wearing the blindfold. He found her dress, yanked it over her head, handed her the heels, and pushed her out the door without another word.
After she left the apartment, Thorne clicked on the security camera to watch her.
She closed the door behind her and leaned her back against it. He watched as she stood there for several moments catching her breath. Finally, she tore the blindf
old off and dropped it to the floor.
Thorne froze as he watched her body shift from the exotic dark skinned beauty to a petite dark-haired woman. A few seconds later, Kataya finally walked down the hallway.
Of course he’d known it was her all along. He could sense her essence as soon as they were in close proximity. Fucking bitch thought she could pull another one over on him?
The realization hit him. If she thought no one was watching, she would naturally go back to herself.
So the petite form was her true form. Interesting. He wasn’t quite sure what to make of that.
His hands were clenched at his side, making him realize he wasn’t in complete control of himself.
“I don’t think this is going to end well for you.” Nike stretched and headed down the hall to the guest bedroom.
Thorne knew it wasn’t going to end well for someone, but he sure as fuck wasn’t going to be that person.
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