Page 115 of Thorns of Death
“You have me,dolcezza.” He didn’t even hesitate, and my heart warmed with so many raw emotions. Yanking the towel from his waist, I flicked it across the room. “I’m yours and only yours.”
That was all I wanted—and needed—to hear.
So I did the one thing I had never done. I lowered myself down on my knees.
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“Iwant to suck your cock,” I murmured, meeting his gaze that burned hotter than the flames in hell. “I’ve never done it before, so you might have to guide me.”
“Cazzo, piccolina. You’ll make me come before your lips even touch me.”
The words melted my insides and my thighs clenched, desperate with an ache only he could ease.
This felt unexpectedly powerful.
“I want to see your tits while you suck my cock.”
His hand came to grip the collar of his shirt I wore, and in one swift move, he ripped it off, buttons flying all over the room. The shirt slid off my shoulders and fell on the floor, letting my breasts spring free. His chest rose and fell rapidly as I let my fingers trail over his length.
God, I wanted to make him feel good. I wanted to give him everything and take everything from him at the same time.
I glided my hand over the smooth length, up and down, jacking him off. Enrico’s gaze darkened, pulling me into his darkness that was now a part of me too. I clutched his thick, hard cock, my mouth watering as I glimpsed pre-cum glistening at the tip.
“I love your cock,” I murmured softly.
“Show me how much. Put it in your mouth. Now.”
I leaned over, licked the pre-cum from the tip, and sucked him into my mouth.
A deep groan slipped from his lips and a weird sense of empowerment surged through me. My thighs clenched as my own arousal throbbed in my aching pussy. The warm, salty taste of him glided across my tongue, and my eyes fluttered shut as a moan vibrated in my throat.
Enrico sunk his strong, lean fingers into my hair and tugged me back by it.
“Keep your eyes on me,dolcezza.” His voice was a rough grunt. I loved his bossy tone. His dominance. “Good girl.” My clit pulsed as he praised me. “Now remove your hands from me.”
My brows scrunched in confusion. I might not have given a blow job before, but I was fairly sure one was supposed to touch the dick. His grip in my hair tightened. “Now,dolcezza, or I’ll deep-throat you before you’re ready.”
Shit, why did that turn me on even more?
I dropped my hands to my lap and let him take control. He started to thrust in and out of my mouth, deeper and harder.
“That’s it,” he praised. “Your mouth is heaven.Cristo santo, I want to ruin you.” I whimpered, arousal trickling down my inner thighs. He pulled his cock out, only to thrust it to the back of my throat. My gag reflex kicked in and my palms came to his sculpted thighs.
“You’re doing so good.” His expression was soft, reverence shining in his eyes as he watched my mouth. “I won’t choke you. Let me in. All the way.”
His hands held me in place as he pulled out, only to thrust back in. “You’re my good girl,” he grunted, thrusting in and out of my mouth. “Mia moglie. Tu sei perfetta.”
I had no fucking idea what it meant, but the prideful tone was my undoing. I wanted to please him. I wanted to make him feel good.
He drew back, only to drive back in. He hit the back of my throat and tears burned in my eyes, rolling down my cheeks one by one. He moaned. He grunted.
My lungs burned. He pulled his shaft out, and I took a deep breath in.
“You okay?” I nodded. He smeared my tears over my cheeks. “Want to stop?”
“Don’t you fucking dare.”
