Page 101 of Thorns of Lust
A nod and I thrust into her in one go, filling her to the hilt. She cried out, but her panties muffled her moan. I began to move inside her, plowing into her rough and fast. I smacked her ass, then drove into her again.
She whimpered, but it wasn’t in pain. It was in pleasure. Her back arched and she tilted her head, as if she was offering herself to me. My teeth sank into her neck. The scent of roses drowned all my senses.
I spanked her again. And again. Hard. Merciless. Rough. I was punishing her for the years I lived without her. Punishing her for loving Adrian. Fuck, I was too far gone.
I grabbed her jaw and turned her head to stare at me. Her eyes half-lidded, she watched me fuck her and by the look on her face, she loved what she was seeing.
“Touch your tits,” I ordered roughly. “Show the world whose slut you are.”
Goddamn it. I just about blew my load when she did as I said. She pinched her nipples, her body shuddered just as I drove into her. She tugged on her nipples, caressed the shape of her heavy breasts. I pumped harder and faster, watching goosebumps prickle on every inch of her skin.
Her muffled moans increased in pitch. My angel was just as depraved as I was, and I fucking loved it. I pulled her back slightly from the window and bent her over, so I’d penetrate her deeper. I needed more of her. Her pussy clenched around me while I pumped into her deeper. Her hand left the window and I was certain she’d tap, but instead, she pushed it between her thighs, opening her thighs wider and she rubbed her clit.
Her inner muscles strangled my cock, the friction on her clit wreaking havoc through her body. I grabbed both her ass cheeks and pounded her mercilessly. I craved this.Her. It was never this good with anyone, but her. She was the only one I wanted.
A bead of sweat trickled down her spine and I glanced down at her bruised ass. I loved the goddamn view, as I pounded into her, this position allowing me deep penetration. I wanted to put a baby in her belly. Put cuffs on her wrist and tie her to me forever.
She spat her underwear out, then screamed.
“Illias… Oh. My. Fucking. God.” Her legs quivered. She fell on her hands and knees, our sweat dripping on the hardwood floor.
Her golden hair brushed against my sleeve with every movement and I wrapped it around my wrist, pulling her back so I could take her mouth again. Her insides tensed and she moaned into my mouth. I swallowed a muffled ‘I’m coming’ and relished in her inner muscles strangling my dick as she shook with the intensity of her release.
Her face was flushed and she looked thoroughly fucked. But I wasn’t done with her yet. I wrapped an arm around her lower stomach, massaging her clit to milk another climax out of her. And all the while, I continued driving into her doggy-style. Like a madman. Like a possessed man.
This was a carnal fuck. A desperate fuck. A need so deep that I feared what left my soul as my balls tightened. I shot cum into her clenching, greedy pussy, emptying inside her just as she found her second climax.
Slowly, I pulled out, enjoying the view of my cum dripping from her cunt. There was something so fucking erotic and carnal about the view.
Tatiana collapsed, burying her face in her hands and her pink ass with my handprints staring back at me.
“Are you tired?”
Still panting, she met my gaze and her lips curved up. “Is that all you got?”
A deep chuckle vibrated in my chest. “We’ve only just gotten started,” I drawled.
Her eyes widening was the only thing that betrayed her. But stubbornness was also Tatiana’s downfall.
“Unless you want to rest,” I quipped.
She shook her head and I had to stifle a grin. Heading for the bathroom, I grabbed a clean rag and soaked it under the lukewarm water. Then I returned to her and started washing her pink, swollen pussy.
Her shoulders tensed each time I wiped the wet cloth against her thighs, then discarded the rag into the trash can.
“Too rough?” I asked her.
Her chest rose and fell with each breath.
“No.”
“Then what’s the matter?”
Her eyes darted away from me for a second, then returned to me. “You left your clothes on.”
I glanced down at myself. My pants were unbuttoned, my shirt halfway undone. I didn’t remember doing it, though not surprising. When it came to her, all my control bolted out of the room, leaving me a hungry beast.
“Want me to strip?” I offered.
