Page 56 of Thorns of Desire
“Touch your pussy for me,” he grunted in between thrusts.
Without hesitation, I did as he commanded, pushing my fingers into my panties. My slickness coated my pussy. I circled my clit, humming in pleasure.
“Cazzo, amorina. You’re doing so good.” I moaned again and his nostrils flared. “Your mouth looks beautiful filled with my cock.”
He thrust faster and I rubbed my throbbing clit mindlessly, my muffled cries spurring him on.
I pushed a finger inside my clenching pussy, whimpering with an impending orgasm that threatened to erupt like a volcano.
My eyelids fluttered shut and he barked, “Eyes on us. Watch me smear my cum all over you, my greedy little slut.”
He fucked my face viciously, bruising my mouth. Each thrust of his hips brought us both closer to release.
He reached down and pinched my nipple, and stars exploded in my vision. My body shuddered and my hips jerked. The climax ripped through me as he pounded himself into my mouth.
I caught a glimpse of us in the mirror. We looked undone. Manuel dressed in his three-piece suit with me kneeling in front of him in my black lace panties. His hand gripped my hair while rope after rope of his cum filled my mouth.
Without warning, his fingers yanked my hair forward, and with a final violent thrust, he buried himself further. My nose pressed against his skin, I felt like I could come again.
I greedily sucked his shaft, swallowing every last drop.
When he finally released me, I collapsed against the mirror, my jaw aching as I scrambled to suck in cool air. He stood in front of me, his breaths just as harsh, watching me with an indecipherable look in his eyes.
He scooped me up into his strong arms and I squealed, but his mouth found mine, swallowing the sound and giving me the most tender kiss of my life.
“What are you doing?” I breathed, my muscles limp as he dropped me on the bed.
“I’m rewarding you.” He dragged my panties down my legs, then grasped the back of my neck, pressing his mouth to mine again before murmuring against my lips, “Lie back and spread your legs.”
His hand slid between my legs, pushing two fingers inside me, and I dropped my head back against the pillows with a moan.
Slipping his fingers out of me, he grasped the backs of my thighs, hooking them over his shoulders.
“My turn,” he grunted as he settled between my legs.
Pleasure instantly tore through me, filling me with an inferno as he licked and sucked on my clit. He moved his mouth over me, nipping gently as I clutched at the sheets.
Then he dragged his tongue down and pushed into me, fucking my pussy with it, until he had me losing my mind.
I raked my fingers through his hair, tugging on him and grinding against his face.
“Oh… my… please,” I panted.
He pulled away, kissing the inside of my thigh.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispered, his thumb brushing over my pussy. I pushed my hips back up to his face, but his grip on me was firm.
Our eyes locked and I bit down on my lip harshly. “Use your tongue, your cock, whatever you want. But for the love of all that’s holy,fuck mealready.”
He smirked, then dove back in, replacing his tongue with his fingers. My legs hooked over his shoulders, his dark head working me expertly, he grunted like he was enjoying the best meal of his life. It took mere minutes to bring me to the edge as he latched on to my clit and sucked, his eyes never leaving mine.
Just like that, I came all over his tongue while he continued lapping at me, leaving me breathless and shuddering.
“We’re not done yet,” he gritted, gently setting my limp legs back on his bed.
Pulling away, I got a good look at his sweat-slicked chest. God, this man had a gorgeous body. Sculpted muscles that would put any statue to shame. And then there was the matter of his thick cock.
He leaned over me, holding himself up on his strong forearm, and used his free hand to position his cock against my throbbing entrance.
