Thorne.
“You aren’t sharing the same surname so…” she added, her voice trailing into a soft moan as I cupped her breast fully, rolling the n****e between my fingers, watching it harden even more under my touch.
“No. We are not.” I said, voice gravel as I nipped her earlobe, tasting the salt on her skin, my other hand sliding down to grip her ass, pulling her harder against me so she could feel every inch she was tormenting.
“Then tell me…” she urged, her breath hitching, her hand slipping inside my zipper now, fingers wrapping around me skin to skin, stroking with that slick glide that had my knees weakening.
“But f**k me with your fingers while you explain,” she added immediately, her eyes locking on mine with that defiant spark.
I didn’t hesitate—my hand dove under her skirt, fing
