Chained
Shane’s eyes held mine and I tracked the movement of his tongue as it slid along his bottom lip. His head dipped as he lowered himself, as if he couldn’t get close enough. And I watched as he ran his hard, flat tongue up my spread lips. I fought the urge to close my eyes and throw my head back. The need to revel in the pleasure Shane gave me was strong, but I couldn’t. His eyes darkened as he closed his mouth and his throat bobbed. And I was thankful I kept my eyes on him. His lashes fluttered as he savored my taste. Shane was more beautiful than the paintings hanging on the wall. He was a work of art and I could stare at him for hours, days, weeks; however long I could.
“More,” I demanded.
A rumbling sound sent goosebumps down my arms. My lips parted as his mouth opened and his pink tongue darted out. My thighs shook as I watched it flick over my clit. I widened my legs; needy for more, so much more. My fingers curled against his scalp and I pulled on his hair. Willing him to give me what I needed. A smirk pulled at the corner of his lips and he blessed me with a dimple. Shane would not be rushed and I was ready to curse at him when he flashed his teeth, silencing me as he pressed his nose to my flesh. My toes curled as he bit down on my sensitive nub and my hips bucked.
“Shane,” I whined.
Releasing my clit, he closed his mouth and pulled back. He had a tongue that made a woman not only forget his transgressions, but the fact that she was upset. It was infuriating. Gripping his hair, I pulled his hair toward me, forcing his lips to my pussy, but he doesn’t move. Releasing his hair, my hand glides lower, and grips the back of his neck. Again, I drag him forward until his lips press against my core. He didn’t budge, but his eyes flashed. Lifting my chin, I stared down my nose at him, and channeled that psycho energy he always gave off. His brow arched at my audacity and I didn’t give one flying fuck.
“You’re going to tongue fuck me, Shane. Make me cum,” I hissed.
This time when I yanked him toward me, he did more than abide. Everything happened so quickly. Shane’s hands slid down my thighs to my legs until he grabbed my ankles. Lifting my legs until my knees hit my chest. He planted my feet flat on the table and I had to let him go so I could keep myself from falling back. Before I could cuss or yell at him, Shane opened his mouth and latched onto me. It didn’t matter if this position was embarrassing, I was so far past that.
Looking down at him, my mouth fell open because I couldn’t even see my pussy, but it didn’t matter because I was finally getting what I wanted. His thick tongue darted into me with an fierceness that made me wonder if I pissed him off. The pace in which my chest rose and fell sped up as Shane fucked me with his tongue. In and out as he looked up at me.
Goddess, I loved having his eyes on me.
He inched back and I whimpered as I watched his tongue disappear inside of me. In this position, I could feel the wet thickness spear into me. My brows furrowed and my mouth dropped open as two fingers thrust into me when his tongue withdrew. He took turns fucking me with his fingers and his tongue. My thighs shook and I was a moaning mess as he brought me closer and closer.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” I panted.
My walls tightened and I knew I was moments from coming. Then it all stopped. He pulled from me and I cried out.
“Don’t you dare,” I snarled.
He stood up and I was forced to tilt my head back to glare up at him. He dropped down and engulfed me in the hottest, wettest kiss. His lips burned mine, but I bit him. He growled as he deepened the kiss, thrusting his tongue into my mouth. My body melted as I kissed him back. It didn’t matter that I tasted myself on my tongue. Shane was kissing me and I had no choice but to give in. Pulling away, he grabbed his shirt that was now bunched at my waist, and stuffed it into my mouth. I fought, trying to get away when his fingers found my core again. Slipping inside, they thrust into me slow and hard. I moaned around the material.
“I want to be what you want. I want to be who you choose,” Shane murmured into my ear. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as his thumb drew harsh circles into my clit as his fingers kept their treacherous pace.
“I couldn’t have been what you wanted if I had to lock you up.” My moan was muffled, but he mistook it for me trying to say something. “What’s that? I can’t hear you. Speak up,” he chuckled. He was acting crazy, but I didn’t care. The squelching was loud and lewd. They bounced off the walls and almost seemed to echo. All I could think about was Shane’s fingers inside of me and coming. Goddess, I wanted to come and come and fucking come. He straightened and stared down between us where his fingers were knuckle deep inside of me.
“But you were such a good girl, weren’t you? You didn’t make me chain you to my bed,” he cooed.
Goddess, I loved it when he talked to me like that. My hips bucked and my chest jerked with every full circle his thumb made. I wanted to reach up and hold on to him, but I couldn’t.
“Cum for me, Princess.”
My vision blurred and then went all white as I did as he demanded.
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