Page 41 of Thorns of Desire
“Manuel, please…”
He took my clit between his teeth, and my hips bucked against his mouth, grinding shamelessly.
“Mine,” he growled against my skin.
His lips found my folds, teasing and gentle, then suddenly his tongue slid in hard and fast, and I covered my mouth with my palm, stifling my gasps and cries.
My orgasm barreled closer and I thrust my fingers into his hair, tugging to get him where I needed him the most. With one final flick of his tongue, he moved up and latched on
to my clit, sucking it between his lips, his fingers now thrusting in and out of me.
My muscles clamped down around his thick fingers, and I cried out as my climax hit. My pussy clenched around his fingers and my clit pulsed against each lash of Manuel’s expert tongue.
As the orgasm washed over me, I was a quivering mess, damp hair plastered on my forehead.
The world came back into focus, and I was met with Manuel’s smug expression. I rolled my eyes.
“Better watch it, papacito, or I’ll wipe that smug smile off your face.”
He chuckled, his dark eyes shining with amusement.
“That’s Spanish,” he stated matter-of-factly.
My brow furrowed.
“No, that was English,” I corrected him.
“Papacito is Spanish. If you insist on calling me daddy, usepaparino.”
The gravelly tone of his voice told me he’d love that very much, and I feared I would too.
Maybe for my next bestseller, I snorted mentally.
I went to answer when a loud bang on the door interrupted me.
“Athena, are you still sleeping?”
It was Raven. Placing my hand over Manuel’s mouth, warning him to stay quiet, I answered with, “Not anymore. Do you have to bang like a maniac so early in the morning?”
“It’s almost noon.” She scoffed loudly, and my door rattled. “Why is your door locked?”
My eyes widened as I checked the clock on my nightstand. Holy shit. No wonder I felt rested.
“Maybe I wanted privacy for once,” I told her, rolling my eyes and shuffling Manuel into my walk-in closet. “I didn’t realize I slept in.”
“Amorina, you’re not hiding me. I’m not some teenage boy you’re going to keep from your friends and family.”
Raven kept rattling the door handle. “Did the noise from the street keep you up last night?”
“Huh?” I had a hard time listening to Raven’s babbling and focusing on Manuel as I mouthed, “Please.”
His wall of muscle wasn’t budging from his spot.
“Yeah, like a fucking grand central station on our street in the middle of the night. And then I’m pretty sure someone picked our door and waltzed right through the front door.”
My eyes widened as I met Manuel’s smirk.
“Why didn’t you come through the window?” I whispered.
