BREAK ME (Teased and Broken Book 3) (12 page)

I groaned softly, my arms rising and tightening around him as my fingers dug into the hard taut muscles straining in his powerful back.
 
Impossible. Infuriating man!
 

He left me no other option.

I would blow him.
 

The truth was going to explode.
 

Everywhere.
 

First a test.

“I have a gift for you,” I smiled slyly. “Close your eyes.”

He looked genuinely surprised at my invitation. He shrugged. “Of course.”

I pushed down his pants.

I stared at his throbbing cock.
 

I took the thing in my trembling hand and pumped it into my mouth with a quick downward stroke, I sucked on it as I drew my lips over it.

“What are you doing?” he gasped in obvious shock. His eyes were wide open.

His hips rolled gently toward me. Sighs tripped over his lips as he fed me his cock.

Willingly.
 
Pushing deeper inside my mouth.
 

Perhaps I had been wrong?

I saw his head fall back.

I stroked my tongue along the underside of his cock.
 
Licking over a fat vein as I sucked and caressed frantically.
 

I had limited time here, I could feel his resistance thrumming beneath his heated skin.
 

“Don’t.”

And here it comes!

His huge hand fell to my shoulder and pushed severing
 
contact with bliss. I realized I was addicted to the taste of his bits. A sugary, salty powerful flavor explosion that hypnotized me between the legs.
 

“Don’t do that,” he pleaded softly.
 

I pouted at him and he stared at my mouth in alarm.
 

“You have my excitement on your lips love,” he reported in a low dark voice.

I flicked my tongue out and sighed happily as I tasted his pre-cum.
 

“Did I do something wrong?” I asked innocently.
 

He blushed furiously.

Always such a gorgeous look on him. For he seldom blushed.
 

He shook his head. “No,
 
I am a little over-excited love, that’s all. I’m afraid you’ll make me blow. I want to pump that pussy full of cum.”

Got you! I decided. That right there, may have been a plausible explanation if I hadn’t heard the fear in the man’s voice when I started to blow him.
 

So afraid.
Thorn’s eyes were green flame again as he considered me. “I want to be inside of you.”

I shivered at the intensity in his face.

I shimmied backwards, sliding my ass along the floor as he prowled toward me on all fours. “You were saying before,” I bit my lip nervously, “that you held back.”

He swooped and I cried out senselessly.

He pinned my wrists to the floor with one hand . “Do you want this?” he asked softly, grazing my clenching slit with the head of his cock. You want to see this side of me Elena?” He tipped his head back and stared straight up at the ceiling, groaning. A shudder worked its way through his massive form. “Oh, I feel you do. You drench my prick already and I am not even inside you yet, love.”

Damn this man!

I was so wet.

The inner folds of me swelling.
 

A tingling riot of arousal.

His mouth smashed against mine, slid to my neck, my breasts. The sucking at my skin came hard and rhythmic. His teeth grazed at my nipples. He went lower.

That sexy mouth stretched wide and sucked hard at my mound.
 
My eyes rolled back in my head.

“Yes!” I sighed struggling against the binding of his hand crushing my wrists to the mat.
 

“Stop that,” he growled. “Don’t resist me.”

“I want to touch you,” I complained.

“You already are,” he mumbled thickly. “You are in the carcass my soul used to be. You are filling it with the honey of your cunt’s nectar. Your pussy juice. Consider me touched. More than that love, consider me violated in the most wonderful way.”

Holy shit.
 

My back arched rigidly as he sucked harder at the mound. I was drenched in pleasure. My hips flicked and snapped at his mouth. I wanted his cock back at my quivering slit. She was clenching around absence. I wanted to be filled with the eye widening pain of him inside.
 

“I want,” I groaned. “To be full of
you.
”
 

His immense presence wrapped all around me, as he stroked the small of my back, pulled at my ass, scratched at my thighs.
 

He tapped his hot and heavy cock at my slit. A tease I thought would kill me.

I got my hand free of his, wrapped it urgently around his neck and grinded myself against him.

“Naughty!” he hissed and slammed my wrist back into place.

His weight bore down on me. An exquisite glimpse of his beautiful face, fire bright emerald eyes, lips curled in a smile of triumph. Then those lips opened mine and drew me into a frenzied kiss.
 

That cock still twitched there against my swollen, outraged, mess of a pussy.
 

He flicked it repeatedly before grazing the swollen bud of my clit with the tip of it. His hips undulating in sensual torture.
 

“I will vanquish you for real if you don’t come inside right now Thornton Darko!” I whimpered, tears of frustration squeezing from my eyes. I tossed and twisted frantically writhing beneath him.

“I am enjoying feeling you drench my cock with your cream, love, I got carried away,” he brushed my neck reverently with his lips.
 

Hot and heavy I felt him drive into me.

“Yes!” I screamed in relief.
 

He laughed darkly. “You don’t even know what I’m going to do to
you.
”

At that moment. I didn’t care. My body was pulled into a senseless twitching in the aftershock of his wrath.
 

Then my eyes snapped open as I stared up at him in horror. “This isn’t going to hurt you is it?”

I felt his cock flinch inside my pussy at my bringing up the unfortunate events of the night before, including his bits getting viciously belted by that lunatic Cult Leader.

“Thank you for your concern” he said softly. “I am completely healed, and being inside you is making the skin forget everything. The only memory my cock will soon have is of the bliss of you woman.”

I sighed happily. I wanted to give more bliss to
that
skin that had been mistreated.
 

I wondered of my powers. I could enchant his cock. I could dampen arousal. I could amplify sensation.
 

I enchanted his cock, sent a charge of sexual energy to his pulsing boner, felt it ripple up and down, from the base to the tip. He grew harder and thicker inside of me.
 

Hmmmm … neat trick.

“What?” he gaped at me, his face flushing, sweat slicking his brow. “Have you done? Oh god if I don’t spill soon I will fucking explode woman.”

“You like my powers?”
 

He puffed as he swelled some more inside of me.

Shit, I hoped I hadn’t gone too far! I didn’t want to hurt him.
 

“Yes,” he panted. “It’s just, my boner is so fat and
heavy.
I think you sent all the blood there love. All the fucking blood.” He winced a little as he shifted his position.

I sighed happily as he plunged even deeper.

I felt adrenalized and electrified.
 

“Tell me Enchantress, do you like
my powers
?”
A guttural moan ripped from my lips when I felt his mouth, everywhere. All over my skin, licking, flicking, caressing, suckling. A crackling fire pop of sizzling tension lashed across my skin at the sensation.
 

His mouth was so hungry and wild.
 

I was being
devoured.
 

He then pumped me urgently timing the suck and flick of his mouths everywhere to the same tempo.

Holy shit.

I was sliding away from him in the puddle of arousal the man had reduced me to.

His mouth fell away from all of me, and just exploited my seething clit.

Licked at it at the speed his cock flicked within.

I screamed.

He drew out and released my wrists. His hands gripped my ass as he lifted my hips up to him. He thrust harder, grinding me desperately. I saw the terror in his beautiful face and I felt my back bow.

I frowned.

My hands had come to rest on that hot ass moving up and down. His muscles straining with the effort of all that thrusting.
 

I felt my legs dangling.

I felt cool air rush beneath my back.

As I clenched harder around him. The throbbing rush of orgasm tightened all of me. I realized we had left the mat.

We were levitating. Drifting a foot off the floor.
 

He had said he would only do that to someone he wanted to take as his wife.

We were revolving gently, spinning in an exquisite slow circle.
 
I was now on top of him.
 

He did not break the pace and intensity of his pumping even just a little for the change in position of our bodies.

“Oh,” I teased. “You are very skilled, Thorn.”

Doesn’t mean I will let you take me as your wife, but you are an exceptional mid air fuck.
 

He grunted as I slammed my hips to his and bore all my weight on one side of me, concentrating on an itch, an ache I had on the right. I thought that would tip him off balance and flip us to the floor, but he held us perfectly still as that throbbing cock duly soothed and fucked away that ache. I rose up and tipped back, letting my head fall back, my hair rush down my back, my hand gripped the base of his thickness as I pulled him back with me and snapped my hips against him.

Thorn gasped in shock and pain. “That feels ridiculously good woman.” His hand flashed to my belly pushed me back further as he strained away from me.
 
He roared.
I pulled back even more.
 

The roar deepened into a guttural wail.

“Going to come so hard love.”

He gently spun us so he was on top again. He covered my body with his hot insane one. He drew out of me so sharply the shock of his cock’s absence made
all
of me clench in protest. He flipped me so I faced away from him, drew me up to my knees and tilted me forward slightly.
 
He exploded all over my ass.

I gasped in shock as the throbbing pulse of my orgasm tripped me into bliss distracting me for a moment from the shock of his hot cum running between my ass cheeks, and down the backs of my thighs. Impossibly he was still spurting his load. He was panting hard.
 

It was so delicious to hear him so affected.

I screamed when my knees suddenly hit the mat.

Hard.

He landed on top of me.

Harder.

Ouch!

The man was motionless. Eerily unmoving.

“Thorn,” I whipped my head around to look at him over my shoulder.

He blinked at me dazedly, lifting from me. He sighed with intense satisfaction. His huge hand flashed to my hip, dug in, and massaged the flesh there.
 

“Everything all right back there?”

“Yes and no,” he groaned. “I am sorry for the rough landing. I lost my concentration. It’s all your fault.”

“How is it my fault?” I wondered, amused. He dragged a yelp of surprise out of me when his hand parted my cheeks and he swirled his wet warm sticky fingers around outside my nether mouth. He pinched it playfully. Fuck that man so very much. That annoying descriptor of my anus ‘nether mouth’ had stuck with me.
 

“It’s your ass, love,” his huge muscular arms slid up, enclosing me in a possessive circle, “it looks so pretty with my cum all over it.”

Fourteen

When I awoke less than three hours after,
all
of me ached.
 

My skin
burned.
 

It was as if Thornton Darko had branded his essence all over me. Even though he insisted he didn’t have a soul, Thorn still had an energy that was uniquely his, dark, twisted, crazy, magnetic.
 

Whatever.

I was
his.

Thorn had taken me at least three more times until I passed out in a swoon with him still inside of me.

At different times I had awoke to find his body still covering mine possessively. It seemed he held onto me for dear life.
 

“You made it all go away,” he had mumbled against my lips when he had taken me the last time. “It’s gone. I don’t feel it any more. You are my remedy.”
 

I peeked at him through my lashes, sleeping soundly,
still
lying on top of me. His cock was snug and soft inside.
 

I was reeling from yesterday. Not just because of the crazy amazing sex, but because of my deception of this man who loved me so much.

Who I loved so much.
 

I had lied to him.

I had told him I was “all or nothing” for
him.
That I was
with
him.

Brett and his military muscle would get here
today.

The deadline for getting the truth out of this man was
today.

I thought about how he had allowed Clarissa to help me with my powers.

I thought about his dad almost dying the other day and Thorn depleting himself of his rather formidable powers in his efforts to save him. How much he cared for this man who had taken in as his son. How in his love for Bob, and wanting to help him, he had put himself at a near fatal disadvantage when Snake Father turned up.

I thought about his band dying. How fucking helpless he must have felt seeing them hanging there by the necks like that. Hearts cut out.
I had learned of his tragic past filled with cruelty and sex abuse. What that reprehensible, depraved, sick as fuck cult leader had done to him.