I hear her whisper please and that’s all I need. I bite gently along the inside of her thighs, teasing and licking. I tease one of her breasts, rolling the nipple between my fingers and tugging gently. Her pussy is beautiful. Fine blonde hair covering it, delicate pale flesh, and the sweetest scent that calls to me. It’s like coming home.
I use my free hand to pull her tender little hood back, flatten my tongue again and lick over her clit, taking a minute to suck it into my mouth and then lashing it gently with my tongue before letting it go. Her whimper of need above me tells me I’m on the right track. I dart my tongue across her pussy, touching her everywhere, but never long and never with enough force to send her over the edge. She’s so responsive, I know instinctively this won’t take long. I like knowing she’s that hot for me. I fucking love knowing no other man has had this from her. She tastes of lazy summer days, sweet, tart, and fresh. I slide my hand under her leg, pulling her hard against my mouth. I zero in over her clit, humming in approval as more sweet juice flows from her and I drink it down. I break away briefly and my eyes find hers. Those beautiful blue eyes are hazed with need and it’s a look I want on her face all the time. I slip my fingers into my mouth while she’s watching, making sure they are nice and wet and then push them inside her waiting pussy.
“Sabre!” She calls out loudly at my entry. I go back to teasing her clit with my tongue, smiling because I know those fuckers in the other room can hear her. I curl my fingers and start fucking her slowly with two of them, still using my tongue to worry the hard little nub that is jumping with the firm beating of her pulse. With my fingers leisurely sliding in and out, I make sure to put extra pressure on her clit with each inward thrust. I capture the nub between my teeth, pull, and then suck it hard, all while pushing my fingers as far as I can get them inside of her that she screams out the words that let me know she’s a wildcat.
“Eat me! Oh god, don’t stop, Sabre!”
In repayment for her plea, I stretch my fingers and arc them, while continuously licking her sweet pussy—from the point where my fingers disappear deep inside of her, to the top, and back again. I lap her up like a man dying of thirst, drinking in every ounce of sweetness she will give me. Her hips are thrusting high off the bed and she’s grinding against my mouth. Her legs are wrapped around me, the heels of her feet pushing into my back. She’s wild as hell with need. I can feel the nerves and muscles flutter beneath my tongue. I know she’s close. I’m probably ten different kinds of fucked up and definitely a bastard, but I decide to do something I know will slow her down. I’m just not ready for this to end.
“Shhh… Annie, I need you to be quiet or my brothers outside will hear your sweet voice and know you’re giving your pussy to me.”
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 pussy 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 pussy.” I continue to finger fuck her slowly, needing her reply before I push her over the edge.