Her whole body tightens up, just as I knew it would.
“Sabre,” she whispers frantically and I smile as I begin my onslaught again; finger fucking her, slow and steady in tandem with my tongue. I keep my line of vision on her, watch her head go back in pleasure and then slowly pull back up, watching me—watching everything I’m doing to her. I admire the fine mist of perspiration that covers her body, making her glow almost. My eyes move to her hands and I watch as she pulls on the bindings, trying to reach me even now, knowing it’s impossible. She’s completely at my mercy—completely owned by me. It’s fucking beautiful, and my cock is throbbing to get inside of her. It’s not going to happen. Not yet.
I push my thumb against her clit, hard, as I lick down the lips of her * and then bite. She growls and I grin, pulling on the skin I have trapped. I continue fucking her with my fingers, as my mouth moves to the tender area on the inside of her thigh. I feel the need to mark her. I’m not going to fuck her yet, but I need something to know my mark is on her. So I torment her all along her thigh, leaving love bites and bruises in my wake. With each one, I get rougher. Annie loves it. Her cries become louder and she’s practically thrashing, demanding of her release. I look up at her beautiful face, and she bites into her lip and whimpers. I could do this all night, but those fuckers are out there, sitting around my woman’s bar, eating my woman’s food, and I want them gone. I sit up, her taste all over my face and lips. It’s a flavor I could come to crave.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Annie. Do you want to come, sweetheart? Do you want to fucking come all over my face?”
“Yes, oh god, please, Sabre.”
“Then give me the words, Annie. Tell me to eat your *.” I continue to finger fuck her slowly, needing her reply before I push her over the edge.
“Eat me please, Sabre. Don’t stop,” she moans and that’s close, but not everything I’m searching for from her. I take my free hand and slap that pretty, swollen * hard as I thrust my fingers deep inside of her again. She cries out, and I repeat the action. I feel what that does to her in the way her muscles start clenching around my fingers and her sweet cream increases. I want to lick up every drop, but not until she gives me what I want.
“Say it, Annie. Give it to me and I’ll make your sweet * come so hard you will feel it for hours,” I promise, meaning every word.
She looks at the wall. She knows the men are just on the other side of it. She knows what I want, what I’m asking.
“Sabre, please…” she whispers.
“Give it to me, sweetheart,” I urge.
“Eat my *,” she says, and if she weren’t already flushed from what we’ve been doing, I know she’d be blushing right now.
That’s when I cave and give her what she needs. I slide down using my tongue and fingers to fuck her into complete submission. I stretch her slick cunt with my fingers and push my tongue inside. I eat her out with my face, using whatever I can to make her quake. Her * quivers and flutters against me, her muscles are constricting against my fingers so tight, I know she’s close. I slide my thumb into her ass and push her over the edge. She comes hard, crying out so loud I know my brothers in the next room are hearing her. She shatters, calling out my name and cementing whatever this is. I’ve claimed her. I wasn’t planning on keeping her. Now, I am. Now, she’s mine.
I want to make her come again, but I don’t. This was just to give her a taste. Let her know that I will rule her body—let my brothers know. I slowly take my fingers from her, placing a small kiss against the opening and allowing my tongue to drag in one last taste of her nectar.
I slide to the floor and get up regretfully. I walk around to the side of the bed, adjusting my cock, which is pushing against my jeans; my balls literally hurt with the need to come. Annie watches me, her eyes still drugged from her release. I bend down and kiss her, wondering how she will react to her taste on me. Her kiss is hesitant at first, and then she groans as our tongues begin dancing with each other.
“Do you like the taste of your *, Annie?”
“Sabre…”
“Answer me, do you like the taste? Does it make you feel like a naughty, wicked, little girl knowing I tongue fucked you while four men were outside listening? Do you want me to fuck you again?”
She looks down at my chest and again bites into that plush lip of hers before answering.
“Yes. I liked it. I want it again. Are you going to give it to me?” She asks.
“Eventually, sweetheart. Not right now. Right now, I’m hungry and I want rid of those assholes in the other room,” I tell her, giving her one last kiss.
I untie her wrist, kissing it gently, then do the same with the other one. She grabs the edge of the comforter she’s been lying on to try and cover her body. I don’t let her.