Page 67 of Thorns of Love
This woman. She was used to getting her way. God help me, I’d give her anything. She had me wrapped around her little finger and she probably knew it.
“That’s right,” I commended her. I slid my fingers over her slick pussy again and brought her juices back to her ass, pushing my finger inside. I stretched her asshole, in and out. In and out. “I’m going to claim this virgin ass.”
“Yes,” she whimpered. “I need more.”
I pushed two fingers into her tight hole, stretching her. Her ass ground back against me, her moans louder by the second.
“Want my cock?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, her voice breathy.
“Where?” I asked her. When she gave me a confused look, I asked, “In your ass or your pussy?”
Her eyes widened and her lips parted. Goddamn it. I wanted her mouth, her ass, her pussy. All of it.
“Ass.”
A satisfied growl vibrated through my chest. I brought my cock, leaking with pre-cum to her ass and smeared it over her hole. Her hips pushed back against it, her ass muscles clenching greedily. She panted, rocking her ass against my erect cock
“Remember to breathe,” I instructed. She nodded and watched me over her shoulder as I pushed my cock past her ring of muscle. She bucked and I placed my hand on her lower back, caressing her. I kept my thrusts slow and shallow, in and out.
Her gasps and pants somehow matched my own heavy breathing. My hips moved, thrusting against her ass, deeper into her. With one hand, I reached around between her thighs and stroked her clit. I smeared her juices, rubbing it harder and faster. I could feel her tighten, her ass clenching my cock.
Then she bucked, pushing my cock all the way in and that did it. Her body locked and she orgasmed with a cry, her juices gushing down my hand. I thrust into her harder, my mouth latched to the back of her neck.
I bit into her soft skin as I spilled inside her ass.
Her head fell back to rest against mine, and for a moment, the world was as it should be.
TWENTY-THREE
TATIANA
Iwoke up with a warm, heavy body at my back and strong arms cocooning mine.
My body was sore. My soul and my heart too. True to his words, Illias fucked me all night until I was so exhausted I had to beg him to stop. I shifted around to look at Illias as he slept. Even asleep, he looked like a force to reckon with.
His brows were furrowed. His expression was restless. His lips were pressed tightly.
Maybe he could sense what I was about to do. Or maybe even in sleep he thought about the secrets he would unravel.
Careful not to wake him, I shifted off the bed, then padded to our walk-in closet. I had set aside clothes to put on. My bag was already packed and stored in the vehicle I planned on taking. It had enough clothes for Isla and me, as well as money. While Konstantin kept my phone and personal belongings under lock and key, he gave me free reign of his black American Express and cash.
I took full advantage of it.
The dim lights Illias had installed in his walk-in came in handy as I got dressed. I slid on a bra and panties, then black Lou & Grey yoga pants - hello comfort - and a loose white sweater. I padded across the closet to grab a pair of Uggs when a fancy black box caught my eyes.
Unable to resist my curiosity, I opened it carefully.Maybe Illias got me some fancy gift during his travels,I mused as it popped open.
A piece of paper fluttered out of it and danced through the air until it landed on the floor. I slowly crouched down and picked it up. A note. In my handwriting.
“What–” I whispered under my breath.
You ruined my opportunity to get laid.
Now it’s up to you to satisfy those urges.
Meet me at the gazebo.
