Page 83 of Thorns of Death
“Last warning. Your pussy needs to be on my face.” I slapped her ass once more for emphasis. “Now.”
She climbed over my body, removing her panties like a contortionist, and adjusted her knees until she came to straddle my head. I could smell her sweet arousal, making my mouth water. I jerked her hips down until her pussy slammed onto my face, eager to get to work. My fingers dug into her ass cheeks as her thighs pressed into the sides of my head.
“Fuck,” she breathed, her palms sprawled against the limo window to brace herself for support.
I ate her like I was starving. Like it was the first meal I’d had in years. Like it was my last. She rolled her hips, whimpering as I sucked and licked her. She was so wet, her cunt swollen and needy as I laved at her. I drove her closer to the edge with my mouth, only to slow my tongue, lapping up her juices.
She let out a tiny frustrated growl as she sped up her movements, rocking back and forth, fucking herself with my face.
“More.” The woman was as demanding as I was. I usually hated that trait in women, but with Isla, I fucking thrived on it. “Get me off, Enrico, or I’ll just do it myself.”
A dark chuckle escaped me as I swept my tongue across her swollen clit, dragging the tip of my tongue toward her aching center and sinking it inside her sweet folds.
Her back curved, and a loud moan vibrated through the small space of the limo. Her breathing quickened as my tongue teased her center again, only to dive back inside her. I wouldn’t stop sucking and licking if my life depended on it. Like an addict, I shut my eyes with reverence and ate her as shudders rolled through her soft body.
“Fuck, fuck… Oh… I’m going to—” I stopped, lifting my eyes to see her dazed and watching my every movement. I blew cool air against her swollen clit, and a visible shiver rolled down her body. She dug her fingers into my hair, holding my head against her core. “Why did you stop?”
I smirked. “Beg for it.”
She blinked, confusion entering her expression. “W-what?”
“Beg me to make you come.” She didn’t need to know I’d make her come even if she refused to beg. Fuck, I couldn’t keep away from her pussy even if I tried. “Beg me for my mouth. For my tongue. For my cock.”
For a moment, I thought she’d tell me to fuck off, but her hunger for pleasure must have outweighed her reason.
“Please, Daddy. Make me come,” she breathed, her pale skin turning pink. “Fuck me with your mouth. Give me your cock. Give me everything.”
My cock just about exploded in my slacks hearing her moaning, raspy voice calling me daddy. I dove back into her pussy and went straight to work.
I shoved two fingers inside her roughly while at the same time I drew her clit between my lips and sucked.
Her fingers threaded in my hair, her body jerking and trembling as she came apart. I could barely breathe, smothered by her beautiful pussy. I nipped at her clit and she shuddered, slumping over me, completely spent.
Breathing hard, she moved off my face and slid down my body. I stared up at her, my cock hard in my pants. Her glimmering emeralds found my gaze. She licked her lips, her hooded eyes darting to my crotch.
“You want my cock?” She nodded eagerly, her eyes zeroed in on my bulge. “Then take me out.” She grasped at my belt, began unbuckling it, and then reached for my cock, wrapping her fingers around it. I closed my eyes at the feel of her warm skin. “Put me inside of you,dolcezza.”
She lined my tip to her entrance and began lowering down, her wet heat surrounding me. Unable to hold back, I bucked my hips as I thrust inside her. Her one hand came to rest on my chest, her other against the window.
“Holy shit,” she panted. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
I pulled out, only to thrust back inside. She was so fucking tight, she felt like heaven.
“Cazzo, tu mi fai sentire così bene.”
Her green gaze glazed with lust found mine. “What does that mean?”
“It means you make me feel so good.”
“God, you make me feel good, too, with that big dick.”
Cazzo, she could make me come with just that sassy mouth of hers. I’d fill it with my cock later, but for now, I needed to feel her pussy strangling me. I thrust up while dragging her hips down, impaling her fully. I had to close my eyes and grit my teeth, it felt so goddamn good.
“Fuck, Daddy,” she gasped.
My balls instantly tightened, lust shooting straight to my groin like a lightning bolt. I grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her head down to where my mouth reached the shell of her ear. “Is your pussy ready for me? Because I’ve been holding back.”
“Oh, fuck,” she whispered, her hips rocking. “I’m ready.”
