Page 116 of Thorns of Death

It was all the permission he needed. He pounded in again with a merciless thrust, pushing all the way in. He powered in and out of my mouth with a mad rhythm, slowly losing control.

I gagged. I moaned. My nails dug into his thighs, but thankfully, he seemed to have forgotten his command to keep my hands off him.

“I want to spray you with my cum,” he grunted as he used my mouth like it was his toy. “Mark your skin. So everyone knows you’re mine.”

I nodded my head, but the gesture was barely there. He pulled out, allowing me a sliver of air before he rammed back inside.

“Look at your nipples,” he grunted. “You like this.”

Another barely there nod.

My thighs tightened. Drool dripped down my chin.

He fucked my mouth like he was punishing me. Rewarding me. Ramming in and out, shoving in deeper on a grunt until I could feel he was close. He murmured words in Italian, moaning. He kept going on and on, stealing my breath.

“Open your mouth wider,” he grunted, and I instantly obeyed. His grip on my hair was almost painful, but I took it. Because this was for him. “Mine.” Thrust. “Mine.”

I moaned and he came with a roar, all over my lips, tongue, and throat. I swallowed as much as possible, his cum dripping down my chin. He slipped his cock out of my mouth, his fingers still tangled in my hair. I panted, staying in a kneeling position. The aching between my legs was unbearable. My breasts were heavy and craving his touch.

His thumb swept over my chin, scooping up cum and smearing it over my lips. My tongue eagerly darted out, sucking his finger clean.

“Whose mouth is this?”

“Yours.”

He released my hair and helped me up to my feet.

“Good girl.” He leaned over and licked my bottom lip, then bit down on it gently. “Now I’m going to reward you.”

A shudder rolled through me, my whole body buzzing in anticipation.

“Bring it on, husband.”

FORTY

ENRICO

Two hours later, our bodies drenched in sweat, I held my wife in my arms. She stretched out on the bed, cuddling into me while her breathing slowly returned to normal.

I kissed the crown of her head, letting her coconut scent wrap all around me.

She sighed, almost dreamily. “For being in your forties, you have the stamina of a twenty-year-old.”

I slapped her ass. “Just trying to keep up with my wife.”

She pushed away slightly to look at me. “Keep up with me? I’m trying to keep up with you. I fear if we continue this, I might have a heart attack by the time I’m thirty. You are in great shape. I hate exercise.” She tilted her head before adding, “Well, except sex with you. Although I don’t think that qualifies as exercise.”

I chuckled. “It does. So we’ll have a lot of sex.”

She rolled her eyes, but it had no merit to it. Her cheek coming to rest against my chest, she put her palm right underneath my heart that drummed just for her. I had avoided attachments for years, and this one snuck up on me.

But now that I had her, I feared losing her. Like my father lost my mother. Like my grandfather lost my grandmother.

I traced my fingers over her slim shoulder, her soft curls brushing my knuckles.

“Tell me what you saw in the club,” I murmured. “The night you saw Sofia Volkov.”

She let out a heavy sigh. “I was heading to the bathroom when I heard a noise. My curiosity got the best of me and I saw these two women. One was servicing the other. I was about to retreat when both of them snapped their attention to me, and I realized the one on her knees was Donatella.”