Page 93 of Anarchy Chained: Alpha Thomas

Her scent fills the air as I stretch her pussy to accommodate two fingers. She sucks harder on my fingertips still in her mouth, lapping her tongue against them, letting me push them towards the back of her throat.

And just as she’s about to gag I sweep my tongue over her clit.

“Ohhhh,” she moans, her whole body squirming. She strains against her bindings again. She wants to grab my head and push my face even further between her legs. She wants to wrap her legs around my neck and keep me here forever.

Indeed. This is heaven.

I flick my tongue against her clit. Her pussy tightens around my fingers. They are swimming in her desire as it pours out of her.

I want to taste that desire so bad.

When I pull my fingers out of her mouth and her pussy, she moans, “Nooooo.”

I reach down for the hem of my t-shirt and drag it over my head. But I leave the pants on. I want her on her knees in front of me. I want her head back, eyes up—the only thing on her mind is my face—when I tell her to unbutton my jeans and take out my cock.

A moan comes out of my mouth now. God, I can’t wait to fuck her.

But not yet.

I sit between her open legs. She’s watching me when I look at her. I smile. She says, “Stop teasing me.” But it comes out so throaty and low, it only makes me want to tease her more.

“No chance,” I reply, lowering my head to her pussy. I place my hands on her inner thighs, pushing her legs open, making the binding around her ankles stretch tight.

But I hover. Just over the top of her sweet spot.

“Sullivan,” Sadie whimpers. “Come on. This is torture. This is cruel and unusual—”

I blow softly. She sucks in a breath with a hiss and her legs prickle with goosebumps as the light current of air passes over her clit.

She squirms again. Desperately trying to make her pussy touch my hovering mouth.

I smile as I lower my lips to hers. She’s so wet, her sweetness coats them.

And then I lick her.

“Oh, shit. Oh, shit. Oh… yes. Lick me!”

She arches for me with her hands, but the silk bindings keep her contained. She pulls on them so hard, it rattles the headboard.

She starts gasping for air as I sweep my tongue back and forth across her opening, lapping up her desire. She tastes so sweet and delicious, I lean in and bury my whole face in her pussy.

She’s panting now. Like there’s not enough air in this room to sustain her.

“Fuck me,” she whimpers.

I ignore her and take my tongue to her clit.

“Fuck me,” she says again.

I flick it back and forth a few times, then grab it with my lips and suck it into my mouth.

“Ahhh, shit!” she moans. And it’s loud.

“Shhh.” I laugh, my head still buried between her legs. “I’ll gag you if you scream.”

“You’re driving me crazy,” she says, a little more in control.

“I thought that was the point?”