Page 106 of Thorns of Lust
You ruined my opportunity to get laid.
Now it’s up to you to satisfy those urges.
Meet me at the gazebo.
Glancing up, I almost expected her to be back and admit her joke in poor taste. But she wasn’t there. So I folded up the note, tucked it into my suit pocket and headed for the gazebo.
I headed through the backyard, the sounds of crickets and rustle of water filling the air. The path was cobblestone and the scent of fresh grass seeped into my lungs. I couldn’t believe I was even entertaining this young girl’s whim.
That was until I saw her. The night was dark but the full moon threw light over her, making her hair appear almost the same color as the moon. So fucking poetic but here I was, unable to tear my gaze from her pacing form.
So unlike anything else I had ever done, I let my impulse guide me. I closed the distance between us, the scent of roses mingling with the fresh air. She stilled and her spine straightened, but she didn’t turn around.
She stood there waiting, staring away from me and waiting for my first move. My hand came to rest on her bare shoulder and she attempted to turn around.
I wrapped my other hand around her waist and urged her towards the wall made of vines and plants.
“Not sure how I messed up your opportunity,” I hissed into her ear. “I’ll satisfy your urges but you have to follow my rules.”
A visible shudder rolled down her body. I pressed my body against her back and instinctively she leaned back into me. Something deep inside me wanted to pound its chest and roar ‘Mine’ to the world. I shouldn’t have gone further. I should have ended it. But it was too late.
I pressed my lips against her earlobe, the scent of roses even stronger there. Then I realized. It was her. She smelled like roses but the memories that scent usually brought never came. I stared at her light hair, mesmerized by the girl that wasn’t even legal to drink, and I knew she wasthe one.
“Do you consent?” Desire for her made my Russian accent thicker. We had barely gotten started and she was tearing down all my walls.
“Yes.” One word. It was all it took. In a swift move, I pulled my tie off and used to bind her hands with it.
My hands roamed the curves of her body, lower and lower, testing whether she’d stop me. She didn’t. Goosebumps rose on her skin. A small moan sounded between us. And her ass ground against me. But there was something else.
Her arousal.
I could smell it. I could practically taste it. My fingers grabbed the hem of her dress and I yanked it up in one move. She wore only a thong, her round ass just tempting me to get down on my knees and bite it.
Burying my head into the back of her neck, a groan left my lips as I cupped her ass and squeezed. Hard. There’d be time for other stuff later. My mouth latched on to the curve of her neck, sucking and biting. Marking her.
Her moans and little noises vibrated through the air, driving me insane. Making me feel like a teenager fucking a girl for the first time. She shifted her head to the side, but I wrapped my hand around her throat and pressed her against my chest.
My dick pushed against her back and by the shudder she must have liked it.
Her breaths became small pants. Moans and whimpers.
“Eyes forward,” I rasped, gravel in my voice thick. “Understood?”
“Y-yes.”
Releasing her throat, my fingers latched on to her beautiful, thick hair that reminded me of ancient stories of a beautiful seductress with a mane the colors of gold. I forced her to bend forward, my feet nudging hers apart.
“Open for me, moya luna.”
She instantly obeyed and spread those long legs eagerly.
“Please,” she breathed.
Releasing her hair, I brought my hand and slid it between her thighs. She was drenched, her pussy grinding, eager for my fingers.
“So soaked,” I grunted as she shuddered in response.
In one move, I shredded her thong off, then traced my finger over her pussy drenched with her slickness. I purposely took my time before brushing my fingers over her clit. Then finally caving into my own desire, I brushed over her clit and a violet shudder tore through me.
