Thorne's POV.
My c**k was still buried deep in Mia’s tight, wet cunt, her walls clenching around me as I carried her to the bathroom, her legs wrapped around my waist, her breath hot against my neck.
I leaned against the counter, my head resting on the mirror, the cool glass a sharp contrast to the heat of her body.
“Mia,” I growled, my voice thick with want, “I want you to suck me. Hard. So f*****g good I’m moaning your name.”
She slid off me, her feet hitting the floor, standing in front of me, her eyes dark but hesitant.
Her shirt was barely hanging on, her thighs slick from our earlier f*****g.
I reached for her, my hands shaking with need.
“Come here,” I groaned, “let me help you get those clothes off.” My fingers tugged at her shirt, pulling it over her head, exposing her
