Page 6 of Thorns of Death
“Holy shit,” I breathed, my eyes squeezing shut. He licked and sucked, rolling his tongue around my clit like it was a lollipop. “Oh my… God!”
His rumbled chuckle vibrated to my core as my hips arched into his mouth of their own will. Then he started fucking me with his tongue. I threaded my fingers through his hair and gripped it like both our sanities depended on it. It was my first experience with oral sex, and I swore to God right then and there, it wouldn’t be my last.
I had been missing-the-fuck-out.
My head rolled against the wall as Enrico’s mouth devoured me, and every noise from his throat brought me closer and closer to another orgasm. I clamped my thighs around his face, grinding against him like a wanton hussy. The sounds he made vibrated through me, making me think he might actually enjoy eating my pussy.
That thought alone pushed me over the edge. I felt it from the tips of my toes to the hairs on my head. It was like an electric shock, sending waves through my body and shipping me to heaven.
This man was a walking, talking, orgasm-producing phenom.
He closed his lips over my swollen clit and sucked it with force.
“Enrico!” I cried out, my entire body shaking violently as waves of pleasure smashed through me. This had to be sex-heaven.
My feet met the hardwood, the coolness standing in stark contrast to my heated skin. With a seductive zipping sound, my dress loosened and fell down my legs, pooling around my feet. I’d foregone a bra since the dress had a built-in one, and now I stood naked in front of him while he was still dressed.
Then, as I watched him under my lashes, my breathing labored, he stood up and got rid of his socks, followed by his dress pants and shirt. God, he’d been commando this whole time! My mouth watered at the sight of him naked. Olive skin covered every hard plane of muscle, making me salivate. I wanted to lick every inch of him.
I had no idea from where he produced a condom, but I was grateful at least one of us was thinking. The damn thing hadn’t even crossed my mind. I watched him rip the wrapper with his teeth and roll it onto his length, and just the act of it was a whole new brand of porn.
“You know, if you recorded yourself rolling on a condom, I bet you’d make millions on an OnlyFans page,” I rasped, my eyes locked on his shaft. “Or TikTok,” I noted reluctantly.
“Don’t worry about how I make my millions, little one.” Crap, why did that turn me on even more?
Might as well. I hated the idea of anyone else seeing this man’s naked body. I wanted to claim it as my own. Claw any bitch’s eyes out if they dared look his way.
Jesus, that’s kind of violent for a one-night stand, I mused in my head.
“Okay, then,” I breathed, anticipation buzzing underneath my skin. “All for me and for free,” I murmured, bringing my half-lidded, lust-filled gaze up to his.
His finger trailed over my breasts, twisting one nipple, then the other. My back arched into his touch. His musky scent overwhelmed me, and I realized I’d never be able to eat or smell anything citrusy without thinking about this.Him!
“Get on the chair,” he ordered. The sound of his low, gravelly voice made my heart stutter.
My gaze flicked around the room until I saw the cream-colored chaise lounge he was referring to. It was close to the window and my heart hammered against my rib cage. I opened my mouth to question him, whether he really wanted me there, but the intense look in his eyes told me everything.
With my heartbeat drumming, I padded across the room and lowered myself onto the chair, its cool material like ice against my searing hot skin. Never removing my gaze from him, I scooted backward, watching him approach me like a predator ready to devour its prey.
“Open your legs.”
A faint trickle of arousal made its way down my inner thighs. Good God. The man had made me climax twice already, and my pussy was still greedy for more.
“Don’t make me repeat myself,dolcezza,” he purred with a dark warning.
Fuck it. He wanted evidence of my arousal, he’d get it. I spread my legs wide open, leaning against the soft back of the chair.
“You going to get down on your knees for me again, Enrico?” I drawled lazily, my voice huskier than I’d like it to be. “Are you sure you’re ready for the next round?”
Enrico’s lips tugged up as though he actually found my temper amusing. Isla the Goddess. Or Isla the Temptress.Lovely. I, Isla, had officially lost my mind. Isla the Looney.
Despite being naked, he looked like a king as he walked toward me and, to my shock, proceeded to get down on his knees.
“Anything for my queen,” he purred before burying his face into my pussy.
He ate my pussy like a starved man who knew this was his last meal. Again. He reached up and pinched my nipple, and a shudder rolled through me. My head fell back and my hips arched into his mouth.
We’d barely spoken six words to each other but here he was, down on his knees, telling me everything I needed to know. This man was a god on his knees and magnificent with his mouth. A flicker of moonlight sliced through the windows and cast sharp shadows across his face, highlighting the blaze of lust in his dark eyes. Wetness slicked my thighs, and every touch of his tongue on my oversensitive clit triggered another needy shiver. My core clenched and I panted, needing more than his mouth on my pussy.
