Page 31 of Thorns of Love
“Look at me while sucking my cock,” I ordered her hoarsely. Tatiana opened those pretty blues, watching me through her heavy eyelids. Her head bobbed, sucking me and taking more and more of my cock in. My hand fisted in her hair, and I thrust to the back of her throat.
She gagged slightly. “Relax your throat. Let me own it. Like you own all of me.”
She obeyed. My little rebel wife had something to say about everything, but she was meek and obedient in the bedroom. She relaxed her throat and let me use her hot mouth. I drove in and out of her wet heat. Tears welled in the corners of her eyes, but she kept sucking me in.
She accepted my thrusts, my slaps against her pussy, my slaps against her ass. The trust in her eyes gutted me. It was as if she trusted me blindly to break her, then put her back together.
My wife moaned with my cock deep in her throat, her softness in these moments stealing every single piece of me. My roughness perfectly matched her in the bedroom. But to the outer world, she would always be the queen fit to rule by my side. To level punishment to those who dared come after us.
Pulling out of her wet heat, I gave her reprieve. She sucked in a deep breath, but then darted her tongue licking the cum dripping from my cock. Fuck me. She wanted more. Gripping her hair tighter, I pounded inside her without mercy, my rhythm increasing.
“You want your husband’s cock?” Thrust.
“Mmm,” she sputtered around my hard dick, her eyes hazy.
“You like having your mouth fucked by me?” She let out another seductive ‘mmm’ sound, rubbing her thighs together. “You like being mine?”
She nodded frantically, her head bobbing and her knees trembling. Her gagging sounds were music. Her eyes were notes. And her body was an instrument.
“Are you wet because I’m using your mouth this roughly?” Her moans were my answer. “Take me deep.”
Her tits bounced with each thrust, her jaw widened and her tongue swirled around my painfully hard cock.
“That’s it,” I crooned. “Eyes on me, moya luna.”
My dick pulsed. My hips thrust, tunneling deeper into her throat. Tears glittered like diamonds on her long, pale lashes. It was the most beautiful sight. My wife. I could feel the orgasm building, my balls growing tight and heavy. I held her by her beautiful blonde hair, ramming my cock down her throat. In and out. Deep and fast.
She swallowed. Once. Twice. Sucking on my dick like her life depended on it. Even if hers didn’t, mine fucking did. I fucked her mouth roughly like a man possessed, all the while her tongue rubbed the underside of my shaft.
“You’ll swallow all of it,” I panted. “Every single drop.”
She nodded with yet another moan in her throat and the sound vibrated along my shaft. My control snapped and my balls exploded with the orgasm.
Pulling half of my cock out, I fisted it as cum spurted out. True to her word, she swallowed and kept swallowing, the drips of my cum on her chin and corners of her mouth.
“Fuck,” I rasped with an animalistic groan. “You belong at my feet, my cum dripping off your chin.”
Grinning, her tongue darted out, licking her lips and true to her word, she swallowed every single drop. It was the most erotic sight I had ever seen.
“Only in the bedroom and because I want to,” she replied smugly.
With a snarl, I lifted her to her feet and slammed my mouth against hers. She broke the kiss, both of us panting and I threw her on the bed. She landed on her back with a delighted squeal, her tits bouncing. She still wore my shirt, her tits on full display. I loved seeing her in my clothes, wrapped in my scent.
She turned and struggled crawling on the bed, giving me a full view of her ass, and I regretted those fucking panties blocking my view. She swayed her hips, then positioned herself on her back against her pillows.
I ripped her panties off her swollen pussy.
“My turn for dessert. Spread your legs,” I ordered.
Tatiana didn’t even hesitate. She parted her legs wide, letting me see her glistening pussy. The flesh was swollen and pink, tempting me. I’d eat her until she screamed for release.
Her wrists still bound with the silky blue tie, she brought the tip of it to her pussy and let it drag along her wetness. The silk brushed against her throbbing, pink folds and her back arched, but her eyes remained locked on my face.
My eyes flared. My cock was already starting to harden, eager to be inside her tight heat.
“What did I tell you about touching yourself?” I growled, ready to punish her.
Her smile was pure smugness. “I’m not touching myself. Your tie is.”
