Thorne.
“f**k,” I groaned, the word ripping out of me as Mary dropped to her knees, her fingers already hooked into my waistband like she had every right.
“This isn’t the time, Mary,” I rasped, voice gravel-rough, but my body betrayed me—c**k swelling harder under her gaze, straining against the fabric as she unbuckled my belt with agonizing slowness.
Her hands skimmed my hips, teasing the skin just above, and the heat of her palms alone had me throbbing.
She looked up, eyes dark with that familiar hunger. “There’s never a perfect moment to suck you off, padre,” she whispered, tugging my trousers and boxers down in one smooth pull.
“I’m addicted. You ruined me this morning… now let me pay you back.”
Cool air rushed over my exposed length, a sharp shock that made it twitch, standing
