Page 11 of Thorns of Desire
My nostrils flared as I tried to drag air into my lungs, every muscle in my body tight, ready to pin her down and thrust. But she wanted to ride me, so I would let her. Just this once.
Then I would rut into her like a beast. Like I’d lost my goddamn mind.
I slapped her ass. “I need your pussy to be strangling my cock. Right now.”
She put one hand on my chest and took me with the other. She lined it up with her entrance, and before she began to lower, I bucked my hips, eager to get all the way in, filling her to the hilt.
“Holy shit, Manuel,” she breathed, curling her fingers into my shoulders and bracing herself against me. “You’re big.”
“Cazzo, la tua figa è stretta.”
Her green gaze glazed over with lust and she clenched around my shaft.
“Fuck, keep speaking Italian while you fuck me,” she panted, grinding against me. “What does it mean?”
“It means your pussy is tight as hell.”
“Dirty talker, huh.”
“Start bucking or this ride is over,” I growled. It was a bluff, even wild horses couldn’t pull me away from her at this moment.
“Fuck, your dick is huge.”
She closed her eyes, rolling her hips tentatively, but I was too far gone and my balls ached, ready to burst. I needed to find my release, but I’d be damned if I orgasmed before her.
Bending my knees, my feet propped on the mattress, I thrust up while dragging her hips down, impaling her fully again.
“Cazzo,” I gritted, her gasping breath brushing against my mouth.
Her hips rocked, her movements measured and achingly slow. My balls instantly tightened, lust shooting straight to my groin like a lightning bolt. She felt so goddamn good, like heaven and hell at the same time.
I grabbed her by the back of the neck and slammed my mouth on hers.
“Sei mia, sì?”
“Fuck, whatever you want,” she panted, our hips moving in sync and our bodies slick with our sweat. “Just don’t stop.”
“Good girl,” I crooned, my voice rough with the need to come. I pushed my hand into her hair and fisted it hard. “Now ride me like you promised.”
I held her, not giving her much room to move, but she canted her hips, sliding her pussy up and down my dick, her tits bouncing against my chest. She continued to work herself on my cock, her lids closed and her gorgeous body shimmering with sweat.
I could feel her legs trembling, her muscles tightening, and she took everything she wanted and gave me everythingI needed. I’d seen her come twice already and it still wasn’t enough. I needed to see her come on my dick. Reaching down, I found her clit with my thumb, but I only brushed it lightly, teasing her.
“Oh… please… yes,” she panted, sliding both hands into her hair as she leaned back, her eyelids shut tight. I grabbed one of her full breasts with my hand, squeezing hard and pinching her nipple, twisting it between my fingertips.
“Guardami,” I told her, forcing her eyes to mine. “Watch me.”
Her gaze flicked to mine and she moaned, her pussy constricting around me. I circled her clit again, rubbing and pressing while she rocked, and it only took a minute for her walls to clamp down and milk my cock.
The bliss on her face was a sight to behold, her soft moans filling the hotel suite. I couldn’t hold back anymore. My balls tightened and my body seized as my cock swelled inside her, the orgasm rushing over me. I pulled out just in time, coating her pussy, stomach, and inner thighs with bursts of my cum.
I shouted, the world going dark while the climax dragged me down. It was the most intense orgasm I’d ever experienced.
“You’ll be my muse,” she whispered dreamily, her body lax and sated.
Then she collapsed on top of me as I tried to catch my breath, her skin smeared and marked by me. I wrapped my arms around her and knew I wouldn’t be letting go anytime soon.
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