Page 41 of Guardians for the Vamp
Thorne’s hands slide underneath the fabric of the dress until it falls off her top half. I take over and peel it down her wide hips until it pools at her feet.
She steps out and while I’m kneeling before her, I help her out of her stilettos too.
“I rather like being on my knees before you, my queen,” I say.
The words ignite her lust, and I lean into her pussy, running my nose up the center and inhaling.
“So fucking delectable.”
I stand and begin undressing. Thorne follows my lead and when we’re both as naked as Layla, we pause to take each other in.
Thorne is littered in scars, most across his chest and stomach, I assume from battles he’s fought. His thick, tree-trunk thighs could crush melons, and his arms are riddled with muscles.
He’s a warrior, through and through.
Thorne and I turn to Layla at the same time, and she takes a step back, her arms twitching as if she’s thinking about covering herself.
“Don’t you dare, Bunny,” Thorne says, and I smirk. Such a good boy, scolding our mate. “We are about to worship every inch of this body. Why would you try to hide what is ours?”
He steps in front of her and sinks to his knees. He’s tall enough for his head to line up with her tits. He leans forward and kisses between them.
“So perfect.”
He moves his lips down to her stomach, kissing just above her belly button.
“So soft.”
He takes hold of her hips and lifts her to put his mouth on her pussy. Extending his long, thick tongue, he licks up the slit before taking her clit in between his lips.
“Soours.”
Layla moans, desperately holding onto his horns for leverage as Thorne thrusts his tongue in and out of her.
“Move her to the bed,” I say, and he stands with Layla still on his tongue.
She squeezes his head between her legs as if fearing he’ll drop her while he walks the few feet to the bed.
He lies down, spreading out his wings in anticipation of using them tonight. He adjusts Layla so she’s in the perfect position above his face.
“Now ride his tongue, Layla.”
Chapter 11 – Layla
Thorne’s long, thick tongue pumps in and out of me. Tightly holding onto his horns, I match his thrusts, fucking him like Vara ordered me to.
“Don’t hover. Smother him, my darling,” Vara says, noticing me keeping my weight off Thorne’s face.
Thorne’s arms wrap around my thighs, holding me down. I worry he’ll suffocate but maybe gargoyles are good at holding their breath. He doesn’t seem worried and takes over, thrusting in and out of me at a speed I never knew a tongue could accomplish. A tongue that has expanded and is filling me to capacity.
He growls like a ravenous dog with a bone.
I feel Vara at my back. Her hands snake around my front to palm my breasts. She squeezes, then takes my nipplesbetween her fingers. I cry out when she pinches and pulls. Thorne groans as my pussy walls close around his tongue.
“I’m close,” I wheeze.
Vara’s lips ghost across my neck as she continues to work my nipples. Thorne’s nose grinds into my clit.
Fuck! That feels amazing.
