Page 19 of Bed of Thorns

“That’s it, baby. Fill my mouth with your cream.” His voice dripped with lust as he continued feasting, licking brutally as the orgasm flashed a burst of firecrackers into every cell, boiling my bloodstream.

I tossed my head back and forth, mewing like a wild animal. Nothing had ever felt so amazing. I was alive, floating on air, so overheated that I wasn’t certain I could come down from the heightened space.

Edmond’s hold remained firm, still licking and sucking even as I was so oversensitive that I wasn’t certain I could take any additional pleasure. He was having none of it, lifting my bottom off the bed and spreading my pussy lips wider. Every sound he made was animalistic, his harsh growls permeating the space around us. Within seconds, I lost it again, the climax so powerful that my breath was cut off completely for several seconds, my body as tense as a bowstring.

I had no idea how long I continued shaking and it was ridiculous to try to make sense of the blast of heat careening through me. Blinking, I noticed stars and shapes in vibrant colors interrupting my ability to focus. I turned my head to the side, uncertain I was still breathing.

Only when I felt the weight on the bed change did I try to look at him. His face was now only inches from mine, the expression he wore indescribable because I didn’t know him.

But I continued to crave his touch and his lips, so much so that as I brushed my fingers down his carved chest, the touch scalded the tips. He twisted his head, allowing his gaze to fall as I dared wrap my hand around his cock.

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you to do that?”

“No,” I answered, rolling my fingers along the underside of his shaft. His cock was large, the tip engorged and veins throbbing on both sides. Another wave of trepidation rushed into me, fear that my pussy couldn’t handle something so huge.

“Far too long, little flower. Only my thoughts were vile and filthy.”

“What would you call this?” I asked as I eased the tip against my slickened pussy, sliding it up and down.

He lowered his head, nipping my earlobe. “I’d call this foreplay. Soon, I will taste the main course. After that, I’m going to fuck you over and over again until you’re soaked in my cum, begging for more.”

The way he said the words was dirty, sinful, yet hearing him say them excited me even more.

As he pressed himself inside of me, I tensed but only for a few seconds. He was being gentle like he’d promised, sliding in an inch at a time. That’s when something entirely different exploded from inside my heated core, a need so great that all the cravings I’d had, the longing furrowing deep inside of me bolted for the surface. I threw my leg around his as he pulled out, then drove in deeper. With every thrust, he plunged deeper inside. The heady combination of pleasure and pain swept through me, leaving me speechless yet longing for more.

I lifted my hips as much as possible as he continued thrusting savagely until he was all the way inside. There were no words to describe how I felt, or the intensity of our passion. I was overwhelmed, struggling to breathe at all.

He pulled out, plunging into me again, lifting my arms over my head as he finally allowed me to take all his weight. As he intertwined our fingers, my pussy spasmed. The pain swiftly drifted way, leaving nothing but the pure sensations of the kind of rapture I’d only read about. Everything was mingling together, his scent and mine, the insanity of what we were doing, the ecstasy that would bind us together. Suddenly, I was lost in the moment, his smell permeating every inch of space around me.

The man was a force to be reckoned with, the thrusts becoming harder. Faster. I remained breathless with wonderment, my whimpers combining with his primal growls.

When he pulled away suddenly, I gasped, reaching for him. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” he whispered as he dragged me with him to a standing position. “Now that we’re acquainted, I get the pleasure of fucking you.”

CHAPTER6

Mercedes

The pleasure of fucking me…

His words reverberated in my mind as he pulled me against him, forcing my legs around his waist. There was such a carnal smile on his face that I couldn’t take my eyes off him.

As he spun me around, taking several steps toward the wall, I held my breath. The grin remained as he dropped me onto my feet, forcing me to face the wall. The second he grabbed a fistful of my hair, pulling back my head, I knew I was about to find out.

Edmond slid his hand around me, rolling his fingers down my stomach as he nuzzled against my ear. “How does this feel?”

“Amazing.”

“Do you want more?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Then ask for what you want, Mercedes. It’s alright. I’ll give you what you want and what you need. All you have to do is ask.”

My breath so raspy that my throat was clenched, when he teased my clit with his fingers, I was pulled into a beautiful vacuum, incapable of responding. The realization that I was pinned against a wall, being pleasured like in my fantasies, was almost as incredible as the moment.

“Tell me, Mercedes.” His command was darker, more enticing. He rolled his fingers through my folds, using them to fuck me again, but his actions were more powerful than before. He’d broken the invisible barrier. Now he was prepared to show me what sex with a real man was like.

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