Page 55 of Thorns of Desire
Arousal and anticipation sent shivers dancing across my skin. I glanced across the bedroom where a large standing mirror stood, watching as my blush spread deeper.
Snaking his hand between my legs, he cupped my pussy, the thin fabric doing nothing to conceal how soaked I was. He slammed his mouth on mine for a scorching kiss, our tongues tangling, exploring, then without a warning, he lightly slapped my core.
My eyes flared. “What?—”
“I expect to be obeyed. Get over there, on your knees, hands behind your back.”
I gasped, then understanding dawned on me. I grumbled half-heartedly as I slid off the bed, sauntering across the room before flicking a glance over my shoulder.
“Just so we understand each other… I’m only obeying becauseIwant this.”
Then I lowered to my knees, holding his stare the entire time. He stood up and made his way over to me leisurely.
He palmed the side of my cheek, running his thumb over my mouth as he unbuckled his pants, the sound of his zipper sending a seductive echo through the space.
“Whose pretty mouth is this,amorina?” he rasped, fisting his hard length.
“Yours,” I answered eagerly, licking my lips.
He chuckled darkly. “No more drunken recklessness. Not when you’re alone and vulnerable.”
“I wasn’t alone.”
“You weren’t with me,” he tutted. “Now, do you want to be punished or rewarded?”
Fuck, what did I want? I was tempted to ask what made up each category but decided against it.
“Both?”
His eyes heated and his cock visibly hardened. I couldn’t help a smug smile from spreading on my face.
“You’re a naughty girl,” he said darkly. “Open your mouth.”
I tilted my chin and opened my mouth. His length was already dripping with pre-cum, and he smeared it over my bottom lip. I darted my tongue out and licked it clean, the musky taste going straight to my core.
“Mmmm,” I moaned appreciatively. “Are you going to choke me with your cock now? Punish me for getting tipsy?”
He thrust all the way to the back of my throat without warning.
“That’s enough talking.” The arousal in his eyes matched my own, and I could see his pulse fluttering on his broad neck. He might seem cool and collected, but I knew this man was at my mercy.
I forced my throat to relax, welcoming his thick length. I teased the tip of his cock with my tongue, sucking and moaning around it as he thrust in and out.
His hand slinked around to the nape of my neck, tangling his fingers in my hair and driving his dick into my mouth. He fucked my face like a manpossessed.
“Look,” he gritted, never easing his thrusts. “Look at who owns you.”
From my position, I managed to dart my eyes to the mirror. My eyes widened as I took in our reflection, and I had to clench my thighs. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. Nothing—fuckingnothing—came even close to this.
My swollen red lips wrapped around his engorged cock, tears streaming down my face as he dominated my mouth. It wasso damn hot. Being on my knees for him. Bringing him pleasure. I was so wet there had to be a puddle around me.
“Such a dirty girl. I’m wrecking your mouth, but you’re wrecking me.” I gagged and choked, taking him in deeper. The sounds were animalistic as they bounced up my throat, desperate for his cum. He must have seen it on my face as I bobbed my head. Up and down. Panting and whimpering. “You want my cum painting your throat, your face. Don’t you?”
I blinked, nodding furiously.
I’m ruined.
I’d never been fond of giving blowjobs, but I was beginning to think with the right partner, it might just be my new favorite thing. Because as it stood, I felt like I might die if I didn’t get him off.
