Page 69 of Thorns of Lust
“Do you want me to taste this cunt?” I asked, brushing my mouth over her mound and watching her body shudder in pleasure. Her juices glistened, making my mouth water for her. “I can give this pussy what it really craves. Just ask.”
I watched her neck bob as she swallowed. If I didn’t know better I’d thought she was drunk the way she watched me through her half-lidded eyes.
“Please,” she moaned, her hands in my hair as her hips arched into me, hungry for my mouth. “Just once. Casual sex.”
A dark chuckle sounded between us. “There’s nothing casual about us.”
“I-I… “
She struggled to put words together. Unlike me, the Russian accent never came through when she spoke. But her words quivered when she was excited. Her skin flushed, but she never hid any of it.
Tatiana was a queen. Always had been and always would be. I should put all my cards on the table, but I was so fucking far gone that I couldn’t think straight. Nothing about this woman was casual. It never was and never would be. But she wasn’t ready to hear that.
So I’d show her.
My fingers trailed between her legs, parting them. Fuck, she was soaked, her glistening arousal in full view. I stroked her sex lightly, then brushed my fingers over her clit, loving the feel of her slick heat.
Her breath hitched and her eyes glazed with lust. I’d take that. For now. I hooked her leg over my shoulder, giving me better access to her pussy. My mouth latched onto her clit and her hips rocked against my mouth. Demanding more. I nipped her clit and she gasped, then moaned as I sucked on it.
I slid two fingers inside her, my mouth still on her. Her walls clenched around my fingers greedily. Her eyes went soft, unfocused, and I could feel her getting close to her orgasm. Her juices dripped down my fingers, welcoming my touch and my mouth. I worked my fingers in and out of her pussy, her body so fucking responsive that it was addictive.
Lapping her creamy arousal, I growled against her pussy. She tasted so fucking perfect. Her fingers clutched my hair as if she was scared I’d stop. There was nothing in this fucking universe that could make me stop. My cock was so hard, it ached in my pants. But this was for her. I needed her orgasm before I’d take another one.
Her hips ground against my face. I could feel her body beginning to tighten, her breathing harsher and faster. I removed my fingers and pushed my tongue inside her entrance. In and out. In and out. I tongue fucked her, sucking every single drop of her juices.
Her grip tightened, making my scalp burn. Her gaze turned distant, and her pussy rippled around my tongue. I didn’t stop lapping her until her contractions stopped.
She still watched me, her eyes hazy on me, waiting. Her lips were parted and her cheeks flushed. She looked like a thoroughly pleasured woman, and I loved that look on her. I needed her badly, her tight pussy gripping my cock and milking my cum from me.
Standing up to my full height, I locked my eyes on her as I discarded my clothes. She didn’t help, just watched me. My every move. Once I was naked, her tongue swept across her bottom lip as her gaze traveled over me.
Appreciatively. Hungrily. Boldly.
It was only then that she reached out, her fingers trailing softly over my shoulder, down my biceps, then my abs.
“You’re beautiful. And that scent, it’s like Viagra,” she whispered so low, I’d almost missed it. It was the second time she commented on my cologne. It was a custom cologne built by one of my companies. It had never gone on the market. It surprised me she seemed to recognize it.
Those aqua eyes met mine, and it hit me then how different we were. Her pale blonde hair and eyes, her porcelain skin against my dark hair and eyes and my tanned skin. Light and dark. Angel and devil. Rose and thorn.
My fingers wrapped around my hard shaft and I stroked myself. Once. Twice. The look in her eyes told me she liked the view. Her words confirmed it.
“Do it again,” she breathed. Fuck, she was perfection in the flesh.
“Next time,” I grunted. I needed to feel her pussy. I needed to consume all of her now.
“Are you going to fuck me now?” she rasped. Her eyes told me she wanted me to. The question was whether her heart wanted it too.
“Do you want me to?” I asked, my voice hoarse. Fuck, I’d explode any moment. I needed to feel her tight pussy strangling my cock. She nodded. “Words,moya luna. I need your words.”
“Yes.”
I shifted us towards the bed. Pushing her down, her back hit the mattress and her boobs bounced with the soft impact. Fuck, she had magnificent breasts. Perfect for kissing, biting, fucking.
I straddled her in a swift move, my knees on either side of her parted legs.
“Your arousal is the best aphrodisiac,” I admitted as I aligned my cock with her entrance. She arched her hips, greedy for my cock. Her swollen pink flesh glistened, and I wondered how it’d look when she was finally pregnant with my child. Just the thought of her pregnant had me flying high.
“I love your taste too.”Holy fuck.A quiet, breathy admission.
