Thorne's~~~~~~
I growled low in my throat, my hands gripping Kam’s cheeks, my forehead pressed against hers. Her hands rested loosely on my shoulders, her fingers twitching like she wasn’t sure if she wanted to pull me closer or push me away.
My c**k was throbbing, aching, and it wasn’t just want—it was need. Mia was gone, and I couldn’t wait. My body demanded something to f**k, and Kam was here, her soft curves pressed against me.
Mia’s tight little cunt owned me, but right now, Kam’s would do.
“Kam...,” I rasped, my lips brushing her ear,
“you don’t know how f*****g gorgeous you are. That ass—soft, perfect for pounding.” I licked her neck, slow and deliberate, tasting salt and skin. The words felt like a lie, or maybe half a lie.
Ever since Mia, Kam didn’t hold a candle to her,
