Page 68 of Thorns of Blood
Holy shit, Giovanni and his dirty mouth were already doing things to me I didn’t think possible. He traced his finger over my breasts, down my stomach, and over the scar, pausing there. He shocked me when he bent his head and traced it with his mouth.
When he raised his intense eyes to mine, his finger continued his path to my core.
“Do you want my cock?”
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes please, Giovanni.”
His finger entered me, and I clenched around him.
It had been too long since I’d orgasmed, and my body was greedy for it. I whimpered as he added a second finger, my hands clutching the bedrail, unwilling to let go. He moved his fingers inside me expertly, scissoring to stretch me while his thumb circled my clit, sending wetness gushing out of me.
“This pussy is mine, isn’t it?” he asked, cupping me firmly. His voice was kissed by seduction, drawing me deep into the haze of arousal.
I exhaled a shaky breath. “Y-yes.”
“What are you feeling right now?”
“So turned on… aching… for you,” I whimpered. I could feel the heat cresting, rising, hurtling me toward a climax. “Oh my gosh… I’m so close.” His hand stopped and I cried out my frustration. “Why did you stop?”
“You’ll wait like a good wife.” He’d climbed onto the bed to get between my legs, spreading them wide open. “And come with my cock inside you.”
The tip of his cock pressed against my pussy lips, and I shuddered with the feeling of it. I writhed my hips, my walls clenching greedily for more of him. But he stayed still. I rotated my hips, trying to get him to slip inside me.
“Please, Giovanni…. Please, fuck me.”
He grabbed his thick cock, wrapping his fingers around it, and slid it from my clit down my swollen entrance. My entire body was throbbing with need.
“You’re needy for me, wife.”
His low words filled the space between us.
“I am,” I breathed. The tip of his cock pushed inside me barely an inch. “Please take me. Claim me. Own me.”
And then he thrust, filling me to the hilt. I began to shake, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. A sensation unlike any other exploded through me, his cock rippling my walls as he slid in and out of me.
The climax hit me, my walls clenching around his thick length. His thumb came to my clit, circling it and shooting my arousal higher and higher.
As I was gasping, stunned at all the foreign sensations, he eased in and out of my swollen, throbbing pussy. I looked at him in shock, Giovanni’s eyes locked on the place where we were joined as he moved in and out of me.
My hands gripping the bed rails above my head, impaled by him, I felt truly owned for the first time in my life, and I loved the feeling of it. I loved the surrender, letting him claim all of me.
He moved, grunting and growling, as he thrust into me.
“Yes,” I mewled, moving underneath him. “Yes, yes, yes.”
He pulled out so slowly I felt every inch of his hard length. My back arched up and he thrust back in. A fire started in the pit of my stomach, spreading out through my veins into my muscles, and my entire body lit up like fireworks on the Fourth of July.
I cried out as I came, my muscles spasming and my heart thundering.
I flew higher and higher, until I thought I’d never come back again. But I did, to him thrusting inside me, rubbing my clit.
“Give me one more,” he demanded, plowing into me over and over again.
“Oh, God… I don’t know…” My body shuddered, oversensitive, while he continued to thrust so deeply that I thought he might touch my soul.
