Page 94 of Anarchy Chained: Alpha Thomas

“Fuck me, you ass!”

I laugh again, but this makes a little vibration against her already over-stimulated nub and only serves to drive her wilder.

When I look up from between her legs and find her face, she’s got her eyes tightly shut. Her lips are pressed together.

“Do you want to come, Sadie?” I ask her between licks.

“Mmmm-hmmm,” she hums. “So bad,” she whispers.

“Should I let you?”

“You better.” She chuckles. “I’m going to die right now if you—” I flick my tongue back and forth across her clit as she says this, so the last word falls away.

She twists her hips like she wants to fuck my face. And good God, I picture her hovering over my face as I continue to lick. I picture her soft thighs pressed up against my scratchy jaw. I picture her rubbing her pussy over my chin as my tongue tickles her clit.

“Then come,” I say. “Come right now and let me lick it off you.”

She’s panting hard. Her hips are moving in little circles as she seeks out more friction. My hands grip her thighs, pinning her legs to the bed as I spread her open and bury my face in her pussy.

Her body stiffens. She’s so close. But I pull back, just to keep my supervillain street cred in good standing, and deny her at the last minute.

“Sullivan!” She laughs. “Stop it right now.”

“I did stop.” I chuckle.

“No, keep going! You know what I mean! You fucking tease!”

I take a moment to watch her struggle. She opens her eyes. She begs me silently. I see it inside her. I can feel her.

“We’re partners,” I whisper.

She’s holding her breath because when she stops, it rushes out in a huff. “Yes,” she says, like this was a question.

“You can’t change your mind, Sadie. I don’t want you to change your mind.”

“I won’t,” she insists. “Just please… keep going. Let me come, Sullivan. Let me come. I will be yours forever if you do. I promise. I swear. I will. I will. I will—”

I spread her pussy open with my fingers and dive back down.

This time she’s ready. She won’t let me deny her again. She strains on her silk bindings. The headboard rattles against the tension.

And then… she has her release.

Her pussy begins to contract. I stick my fingers inside her so I can feel it happen. She squeezes them, her muscles clamping down as a pool of heat and desire coats my skin. Her back arches and she moans. Loud, at first. But then she presses her lips together and takes it like the Supergirl she is.

I watch all this looking up between her legs, my tongue still going crazy as she tries to deal with the overstimulation.

But I don’t pull away until her pussy stops gripping my fingers and she lets out a long sigh.

I sit up, reach over and untie one leg, then the other.

She just lies there. Eyes closed. Body relaxed. I crawl up her body and kiss her mouth, make her taste the sweetness of her climax with her own tongue. “The deal is done now, Trip Chick. It’s official. You’re mine.”

But then… out of nowhere, I say, “And mine too.” Only it’s not my voice. It’s not me.

It’s Thomas.