Page 66 of Thorns of Lust
He thrust his cock to the back of my throat. Again and again. My gag reflexes kicked in, but I refused to stop. I let him fuck my throat, his fingers holding my head immobile as he hit the back of it over and over again.
I moaned around his length and his dark eyes flashed with something victorious. Consuming.
He pounded in and out of my mouth. His hips controlled the rhythm, and as if he had always known me, he thrust in deep and hard. All the way in. He was so big and so thick that he still wasn’t completely inside my mouth.
His other hand came to grip my jaw. And all the while, our eyes locked. Darkness and light. Past and present. Maybe future. Tears pricked my eyes, then spilled down my cheeks.
Konstantin powered in and out of my mouth with a mad rhythm, his control nonexistent. My thighs tightened with each ram inside my mouth. My eyes fluttered shut and arousal drenched my panties as I lost myself in this lust.
“Open your eyes, moya luna,” he ordered, his tone savage.
I peeled my eyelids open, seeing the brutal edge on his features. His grip tightened on my hair and he kept going on and on. Fucking my willing mouth. All my thoughts evaporated, leaving me alone with him. Drool dripped down my chin. My jaw ached, but I refused to stop. I wanted to see this man fall apart. For me.
“Open your mouth wider,” he grunted and I obeyed before I even processed his words. Heat bloomed in my stomach and lower between my thighs, sending a wave so strong, I thought I might have orgasmed by him fucking my mouth. I never particularly cared to be bossed around, but with this man, it did things to me.
“Fuck, that’s it,” he praised, his head falling back.
He tugged my hair back while his hips thrust into me with a ruthlessness that stole my breath and every thought. Sparks of pleasure was the only feeling I could focus on.
There was only one time I felt like this before. Ironically, it was in this same spot. At this gazebo. I stuck my tongue out the slightest and moaned, my mouth full of his cock.
His groan rumbled from deep in his throat.
“Fuck.” His voice was rough, raspy and sent an unfamiliar raw wave of warmth through my body.
And with that, he came all over my tongue and down my throat. I swallowed his cum, but there was so much, some of it dripped down my chin. He looked magnificent when he orgasmed. It was hands down the most beautiful sight I had ever seen. His veins strained in his neck. The bliss on his face. But his eyes! They shimmered like black diamonds.
My skin grew hot under his gaze. He pulled out, then brought his thumb to my lower lip while his other hand still gripped me by the hair. His breaths came out heavy as he wiped my chin and brought it to my lips.
My tongue darted and licked his finger, then sucked it clean.
He tucked himself in with one hand and zipped his pants, then fastened his belt. And the whole time, he kept his gaze on me.
Then he pulled me up to my feet. We stood toe-to-toe. Chest-to-chest. My breathing was ragged, but his wasn’t much better. The cold of D.C. slowly registered and felt like frost against the scorching sun. It was slowly melting me.
“Whose mouth is this?” he demanded to know, his grip on my chin firm.
“Mine.”
His lips curved up, as if he expected that answer.
“We shall see about that.” He leaned over and licked my lips. It was so filthy. So erotic. A shudder rolled down my spine. This was different, but kind of familiar. “Now you will tell me what you found, Tatiana.”
“Nothing,” I answered quickly.
Too quickly.
TWENTY-TWO
KONSTANTIN
I’d learned from a young age to spot lies.
It was about that subtle eye movement or change in posture, a fake smile. Even a change in the pitch of the voice. But the most telling was the quickening of the pulse. I could see Tatiana’s vein pulse in the neck speed up.
I’d tortured men for answers, and I knew I could drag it out of Tatiana. Except that just the thought of Tatiana in pain made my heart twinge. It made bile rise in my throat. So we’d have to learn to talk it out.
It was a new thing for me, but for her, I’d learn it.
