Chapter 70 Chapter Sixty-nine
ARA
Thayne’s tongue was a weapon, lashing against my clit with relentless pressure.
He sucked hard, then flicked, then sucked again, building a rhythm that had me arching off the bed.
My hands were still pinned above my head, his grip like iron. I couldn't move. I could only feel.
Every lick sent sparks shooting up my spine. Every suck pulled a moan from my throat.
He groaned against me, the vibration making my toes curl.
"You're so fucking wet, little lamb. Dripping for me like you can't get enough."
His words were muffled against my skin, but they hit like arrows.
He released my wrists just long enough to slide two fingers inside me, curling them deep.
I gasped, my walls clenching around him.
He pumped slowly at first, teasing, matching the rhythm of his tongue.
Then faster. Harder.
The pressure built, coiling tight in my belly.
I was close. So close.
"Thayne, please..."
He pulled his mouth away, leaving me throbbing and empty.
"Not yet, little lamb. You come when I say you can."
His voice was rough, commanding. He blew cool air over my clit, watching me shiver.
Then he dove back in, his fingers thrusting deeper, tongue circling faster.
I screamed as the orgasm hit me, crashing over me like a wave.
My body shook, my thighs clamping around his head.
He didn't stop. He licked me through every second of it, drawing out every last tremble.
When I finally went limp, he rose up, his chin glistening with my cum.
His eyes were dark, hungry.
"That's one, little lamb. We're just getting started."
He stood, unbuckling his belt with one hand.
The sound made my pulse race. His pants dropped, and his cock sprang free, thick and hard. Veins pulsing along the pulsing length.
I swallowed, my mouth and throat suddenly dry.
He stroked himself once, slow, his gaze locked on me.
"See what you do to me? This cock is aching to fill you up."
He climbed back on the bed, kneeling between my legs.
He grabbed my hips, flipping me onto my stomach like I weighed nothing.
"Ass up, little lamb. Show me what's mine."
I pushed up on my knees, my face pressed into the pillow.
He groaned behind me, his hands spreading my cheeks.
"Fuck, look at that pretty pussy. Still dripping from my mouth."
He rubbed the head of his cock against my entrance, teasing, coating himself in my wetness.
I whimpered, pushing back.
He slapped my ass, the sting making me gasp.
"Greedy little thing. You want this cock?"
"Yes," I breathed. "Please."
He slammed into me in one thrust, filling me to the hilt.
I cried out, the stretch burning so good.
He didn't give me time to adjust. He pulled out almost all the way, then drove back in, hard and deep.
His pace was brutal, his hips snapping against my ass.
Each thrust hit that spot inside me, sending shocks throughout my body.
"You're so tight, little lamb. Squeezing me like you never want me to leave."
His hand fisted in my hair, pulling my head back.
He leaned over me, his chest pressed against my back, his breath hot in my ear.
"This pussy was made for me. Do you feel how deep I am? How I own every inch of you?"
I moaned, my walls fluttering around him.
He reached around, his fingers finding my clit.
He rubbed in tight circles, matching his thrusts.
The pleasure built again, faster this time.
"Come for me, little lamb. Milk this cock."
I shattered, my orgasm ripping through me.
I screamed into the pillow, my body convulsing.
He didn't slow. He fucked me right through it, drawing it out until I was sobbing.
Then he pulled out, flipping me onto my back.
He hooked my legs over his shoulders, folding me in half.
He thrust back in, deeper than before.
I gasped, my nails digging into his arms.
"Fuck, you take me so well. Like you were born for this cock."
He pounded into me, the angle hitting everything.
Sweat dripped from his forehead onto my chest.
His face was tight, jaw clenched, eyes locked on where we were joined.
"Look at that. Watch me fuck this pussy."
I looked down, seeing him slide in and out, glistening with me.
It was all too much.
Another orgasm built, coiling tight inside me.
"I'm close, little lamb. Come with me."
His thrusts grew erratic, harder, faster.
His fingers pinched my clit, and I exploded.
He roared, burying himself deep, spilling inside me.
Hot pulses filled me, drawing out my climax.
We shook together, breaths ragged.
He collapsed on top of me, still inside.
His lips found my neck, kissing softly.
"You're mine, little lamb. Always mine."
He rolled us, pulling me on top.
I straddled him, his cock still hard inside me.
He grabbed my hips, guiding me.
"Ride me. Show me how much you need this."
I started slowly, grinding down.
He groaned, his head falling back.
"Faster, little lamb. Fuck yourself on my cock."
I bounced, taking him deep into my core.
His hands cupped my breasts, pinching my nipples.
The pleasure built again, relentless.
He sat up, his mouth latching onto one nipple.
He sucked hard, teeth grazing.
I cried out, my pace frantic.
"Come again. I want to feel you squeeze me."
I did, shattering around him.
He flipped us once more, pinning me down.
He thrust deep, chasing his own release.
"Fuck, little lamb. So good."
He came again, filling me a second time. We lay there panting, our bodies slick with sweat and release. But he wasn't done.
He pulled out, his cum dripping from me. He spread my legs wide.
"Look at that mess. My cum leaking out of you."
He pushed two fingers inside, scooping it back in.
I moaned, oversensitive.
He added a third finger, stretching me wide open.
"You can take more, little lamb. I know you can."
He fucked me with his fingers, his thumb thrumming my clit.
I was close again, my body quaking and trembling.
He lowered his mouth, licking around his fingers.
The sight pushed me over the edge.
I came hard, squirting on his hand.
He groaned, lapping it up.
"Good girl. So fucking perfect."
He rose up, his cock hard again. He flipped me onto all fours.
"Ass up higher, little lamb."
I arched my back, and he thrust in, bottoming out.
His pace was punishing, our skin slapping where we were joined.
One hand was wrapped around my throat, squeezing lightly.
The other slapped my ass.
"You like that? Like when I fuck you like this?"
"Yes," I moaned.
He squeezed tighter, and stars danced in my vision.
He released me, letting me gasp. Then he squeezed again.
The edge of it pushed me higher.
"I'm going to fill you again. Breed this pussy."
His words sent me over.
I came, clenching around him.
He roared, spilling deep inside me again and again.
I was limp from exhaustion and being overstretched.
He pulled me close, his arms around me.
"Sleep, little lamb."
His voice was soft now.
I closed my eyes, hoping this meant he remembered.
But as I drifted off, I heard him whisper:
"Who are you?"
My eyes snapped open. He was asleep.
But the words hung in the air.
He still didn't remember. This was just instinct. The agony hit fresh all over again.
What had I done? I'd let him fuck me senseless even as he was drunk.
Tears welled in my eyes, and I slipped out of his grasp and began to get out of bed.
But he grabbed me before my feet touched the floor.
“Arayna, stay.” His voice was barely audible, a light whisper, but it echoed in my head.
I turned to face him, but he was asleep, yet his hand was tugging me back into bed beside him.
He'd mentioned my name in his sleep. Not ‘little lamb’, but my full name.