Page 32 of Thorns of Love
The little minx. I took her tied wrists, ripping them away from her pussy. “My tie can’t touch you either,” I bit out, jealousy lacing my voice.
Chuckling, her eyes lit up mischievously. I fucking loved this side of her. Playful. Sexy. It reminded me of the girl in the gazebo. Before Adrian. Before all the shit that separated us.
She looped her tied wrists around my neck. “Then, Mr. Konstantin, you better get to work,” she suggested seductively. “And make this honeymoon memorable.”
A dark chuckle vibrated in my chest. I didn’t know whether to punish her or make her scream my name.
Kneeling on the mattress, I stared at her cunt, open for my taking. Tempting me with her scent and juices that made my mouth water.
I cupped her pussy harshly. “Whose cunt is this?”
“Yours.” No hesitance. No resistance. “Now will you just fuck me. Hard.” Fuck, maybe my wife was just as depraved as I was.
“That’s right,” I purred, her arousal coating my fingers.
Wedging myself between her thighs, I lowered myself until my stomach met the mattress and then proceeded to lick her from her entrance to her clit. She shuddered, arching her back and grinding her pussy against my face.
“I love the stubble of your beard against my pussy,” she breathed, burying her fingers into my hair and that fucking tie at my neck. I’d have to buy better bondage equipment. I sensed a lot of lessons for my wife in the future.
Without mercy, I feasted on her pussy, laving her harshly. Hooking her legs over my shoulders, I buried my face deeper into her cunt where only she existed and that scent of roses. I nipped her clit, punishing her for making me lose all semblance of control. With her, it was pointless to hold on to it.
She crept deep into my soul and under my skin. She became part of my heart and my bones. There was no extracting her. She was intoxicating, the scent of her arousal making my mouth water. My chest heaved, my mouth on her soft skin.
I ravished her pussy, teasing her throbbing clit. Her fingers threaded through my hair, gripping my strands. Together we were fire. We both wanted this. The question was when the truth came out whether we’d burn to ash.
Thrusting my tongue inside her, her back arched off the mattress and her tits pushed up. Fuck, they were perfection. It might be fucked up, but I couldn’t wait to see them fill with milk for our baby. To see her belly swell with our child. If I had to, I’d keep her pregnant so she’d never leave me.
A satisfied growl vibrated through me and against her pussy.
“Fuck, Illias,” she moaned. “Yes, yes. Ohhh…”
I nipped her clit again, massaging it with my tongue, then I drew it into my mouth and sucked on the swollen sensitive nub. Her thighs trembled. Her hips ground against my mouth, her movements jerky. I thrust my tongue in and out of her, tongue fucking her.
“Oh my God,” she breathed. “Don’t stop, please. I’m going… Oh, oh, oh…”
Her scream of pleasure pierced the air, pushing her pussy into my mouth while her fingers gripped my hair. If there was a way to go, this would be a perfect way to die. Being smothered by her pussy.
The gush of her juices soaked my tongue and I licked her clean and she trembled while her slim, long legs wrapped around my neck. She shuddered, those small tremors telling me this impacted her as much as me.
I rose over her, positioning us in the missionary position.
“Ready for another round, moya luna?” I groaned against her lips, my dick painfully hard.
Without giving her time to answer, I shoved inside her in one powerful thrust.
“Ahhhh…” She struggled to breathe and I stilled.
“You okay?” I stroked her face, those eyes glimmering like sapphires. She opened her legs wider, the soles of her feet digging into the backs of my thighs.
She arched off the bed, her lips seeking out mine. Fuck, she felt so good. Her cunt gripped my cock, and it felt like heaven. Every single piece of her felt like home. “Don’t stop,” she breathed against my lips. “I l-love y-you… “ My heart stilled. My chest swelled. My ears buzzed. “-inside me.”
Disappointment rushed through me, like a rapid river. It tasted bitter. But I pushed it away. It was too soon. In time, it would come.
So I made love to my wife. Her slickness welcomed me. Her hips arched against me. I moved in and out of her tight heat, strangling my dick. I kept my pace slow and unhurried. Each thrust inside her was like coming home.
“Oh, Illias…” Her eyes hazed. Her lips parted.
I powered into her body with deep, long thrusts. I rolled my hips, letting her feel my every stroke, hitting her G-spot. My hands were all over her. Squeezing her tits. Grabbing her ass. Digging my fingers into her soft hips, I pulled out, leaving the tip of my dick in her hot entrance.
