The orgasm I just experienced was so incredibly intense my body feels heavy and satiated, as if I’ve been drugged. I press up against Thorne’s hardness, and clutch at his broad shoulders with my fingertips. My eyelids flutter downwards with a strange exhaustion. Thorne is carrying me up the stairs as if I weigh no more than a child.

I force my eyes open and almost in a daze watch the harsh line of his clenched jaw. The way this man touches me, and licks me, and fucks me is completely different from anything I have ever felt or experienced with anyone else.

The orgasms he brings me actually make me forget who I am. During them I exist only as a point of pleasure in the universe. I won’t admit I’m addicted to the way he makes me feel, but that’s just me lying to myself.

He opens a door and I recognize the faint scent of the perfume I used. We’re in my bedroom. Thorne kicks the door closed and carries me to the bed. Instead of putting me down, he kisses me.

My mouth opens to receive his tongue. I suck it mindlessly, sighing restlessly when he withdraws it.

“Bend over the bed, Chelsea,” he growls into my ear.

He sets me on my feet by the bed and looks at me. I’m glad the lights are off or he might be able to see the greedy expression on my face. Though I’m utterly spent, my insides suddenly become intensely alive and vibrant. I can feel my body humming.

I can’t wait to feel him again.

Thorne rolls my dress up and slaps my ass. I gasp at the unexpected sting. I hear the sound of a zip being opened as he removes his pants and begins to rub up against me. God, he is so hard it makes me wet all over again. He moves his thick shaft towards my center. I find myself tense and desperately waiting for that first feeling, the first stroke of sheer bliss when he plunges inside me.

Soon, I feel the silky head as it forces its way inside me.

His entry is slow, as if he’s savoring the feeling of my tightness around him. I clutch the bedspread, getting used to his size and the total power he has over me. He moves his body over mine so that he is lying across my back. One of his arms wraps around my waist while the other searches for my clit in the dull afternoon sun. When he finds it, he moves his hand in slow circular motions. His deep strokes and the way he caresses my clit are enough to have me nearly at the edge of another climax.

I didn’t think it was possible for sex to ever feel this good.

Every part of my body is tingling with the sensations his body is causing. I almost want to cry, but I barely make a sound. I am too focused on the incredible sensation of his hand massaging my clit and the slow and deep strokes of his cock moving inside of me.

The pleasure is too much for me and a whimper escapes my lips.

He groans in my ear and quickens his thrusts. Each stroke becomes deeper. I love the slight pain I feel from how deep he is going. I want it to hurt. I wanted this feeling to last all afternoon, all evening, all night. I don’t want it to stop. Ever.

Thorne bites down on my shoulder and begins to suck. The way any part of his body touching me sets me on fire is astonishing. My hand reaches for the arm that he has wrapped around my waist.

I grip it tightly as the sounds of our mating fill the room. It’s impossible to pretend it doesn’t feel as amazing as it does. No amount of holding back will convince Thorne, Besides, I don’t want to deny this amazing feeling. It was hard enough even getting me off once, let alone multiple orgasms.

I moan his name. It sounds good in my mouth and it makes him rub my pussy faster. I want to see his face, the expression in his eyes. He groans, and the sounds of his pleasure turn me on even more, though I didn’t think that such a thing was even possible.

His pace quickens and he thrusts in and out of my pussy with intense speed and power. My body starts to shake. It won’t be long now before I reach another peak. I almost don’t want to climax. I want this to last longer.

My arms buckle and my head and upper body fall to the bed now. I bite down on the bedsheets to try to control the sounds that I’m making even though I know that no one can hear us. Thorne raises himself off me and, holding my waist with both of his hands, pounds into my pussy. He is moving so fast and so deep now that my eyes begin to roll back. My body shivers under him as I wait for the earth-shattering orgasm to hit.

“Whose pussy is this?” he grunts through gritted teeth. I can’t reply. The sound of his voice coupled with his heavy breathing is about to send me over the edge.

“I said whose pussy is this?” he asks more forcefully, as he slams even deeper into me.

“Yours!” I scream, and that is when I feel it. The delicious sensation that erupts from my very core. Thorne pulls out then and puts his tongue on my pussy. He tastes me as my body spasms with indescribable pleasure, before shockingly, opening his mouth wide and sucking, almost swallowing, my entire pussy. It is the most amazingly possessive thing anyone has ever done to me.

I suck in a long, shuddering breath as Thorne holds me firm in his mouth until my orgasm dies away. Then before I can even recover properly, he is back inside me, pumping relentlessly. He makes me come again before he allows himself to release his hot seed deep inside me.

I am so completely exhausted, I can’t even move my body, I lay unmoving as Thorne pulls out and collapses onto the bed next to me. I look into his eyes. In the slanting light his eyes shine like gray jewels between his half-hooded lids. I stare into them. I love him. I love him so much it tears me up inside because I know it’s like loving a snake. It will never love you back. It doesn’t know how to. He is the perfect man to develop an unfeeling robot.

He lifts his arm and starts to unzip my dress.

“I can’t take anymore,” I whisper.

“I know. I just want to see you naked.” His voice is mellow. I haven’t heard it like that before.

I allow him to undress me. He takes my bra off and cannot help himself. He bends his head and sucks my nipples. One after the other. I gasp at the sensation.

“I want more, but you’re tired and I haven’t slept in twenty hours,” he mutters. Picking up my nude body, he puts me under the covers. I watch Thorne remove his clothes and, to my great surprise, join me beneath the sheet.

“Go to sleep, Chelsea,” he says, wrapping a heavy arm around me.

I close my eyes obediently. It doesn’t take long before sleep comes to collect me.