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Mia. I leaned in slowly, dragging my tongue along the underside of his dick, just to tease him. I knew what I was doing. "Don't play with me," he groaned, grabbing a fistful of my hair, but he didn’t force me. Not yet. He was giving me that dangerous kind of permission—the kind that could flip into something wild at any second. I opened my mouth wider and wrapped my lips around the tip, tasting the salt of him. I started slow, taking him in, inch by inch, then pulling back just to swirl my tongue around the head. “Fuck, Mia…” he breathed, his abs tightening as I started to bob my head. I watched his reaction—how his jaw clenched, how his hand gripped the counter behind me like he was fighting for control. I sped up a little, then pulled back again, letting him hit my lips with a wet pop. “You said you wanted my mouth…” I whispered, breathless, my tongue teasing the slit. “I want you to lose it in me.” He hissed, gripping both sides of my head now. "Then stop tea

Thorne. If communion is only for those who’ve confessed their sins, those clean, those pure—then I don’t belong anywhere near that altar. Mia has made sure of that. She didn’t just drag me into the dirt. She made me like it. I used to believe I could be better. After Kameela... I swore I’d change. I told myself I’d fix everything. I’d turn toward the church. Do good. Be good. For God, for the people who looked at me and expected something more. But that didn’t last. Because all it took was her. One look. One taste. And suddenly I’m back where I started, except worse. Because now, I don't even want to fight it. My fingers twitch on my thighs, like I can still feel her there. Even while she's peacefully dozing on my bare chest, I can’t help but think that my chest hair must be poking her soft cheeks.. Her skin. Her mouth. Her voice in my ear when she begged me not to stop. I try to pray. But I don’t even get a full sentence out before my jaw tightens and my fists clench.

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 cock 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 fuck, 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 fucking 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, but lust could drown out the truth. I needed to fuck something, and Kam was begging for it. She pulled back, her eyes glinting, a smirk tugging at her lips as she bit the lower one. “Th

Mia. I stood frozen at the bathroom door, my heart pounding so hard it felt like it’d rip through my chest. Thorne was there, his face slick with sweat, his cock barely covered by a towel he’d grabbed in a hurry. And her—Kam, the woman he’d been fucking—sat on the counter, her dress half-buttoned, her thighs still spread, the air thick with the smell of sex. My stomach churned, bile rising in my throat. “Just one week, Thorne!” I spat, my voice shaking with rage, a bitter laugh escaping me. “One fucking week, and you’re already balls-deep in another woman. God, what was I even thinking?” I clutched the doorframe, my nails digging into the wood, trying to keep myself from falling apart. Thorne’s eyes widened, and he fumbled with the towel, wrapping it tighter around his waist. “Mia, I..” he started, but Kam cut him off, her voice sharp, mocking. “What’s she saying, Thorne? You fucking a teenager now?” She slid off the counter, yanking her dress down, her fingers cl

Thorne's POV. My cock 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 fucking 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 fucking. 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 tits, nipples hard and pink, begging for my mouth. She didn’t move, just stood there, her hand wrapping around my cock, stroking slow, her thumb teasing the tip, smearing precum and oil f