Filed to story: Swallow Me Whole (Sadie & Ashton) Book Free
Her breathing quickens, and I think she’s cursing at me despite the gag. I can’t help but laugh again. I withdraw my finger only to shove it back in, and I love the way she jerks upon the invasion. But if I were really hurting her, she’d be scrambling off of me right now, regardless of her bound wrists. She’s so goddamn easy to read. Her body is sinking toward my face again in tiny degrees, her greedy pussy aching for my mouth.
She’ll tolerate the intrusion into her puckered hole because she wants more of my tongue. For someone as sexually inhibited as Sadie, she knows exactly how to bring me to my complete and utter demise.
Maybe she couldn’t get past her self-consciousness with anyone else because none of them were me. That might sound arrogant, but I feel the same way about her. It’s taken me a long time to come to terms with the fact that no other woman caught my attention for any length of time.
None of them were Sadie.
She might be the third leg of the tripod that includes my sister and me, but in all actuality, she’s my other half. She’s the one girl I can be myself with. The one girl who’s burrowed so far under my skin, she’s become part of me. I’m not sure when it happened—some pivotal moment in high school I can’t pinpoint, but I know it exists.
Maybe it was the night I watched her go to prom with whatever the fuck his name was. As she went off with some jock I couldn’t help but despise, arm in arm, all I remember is the jealousy that wrapped around my chest, squeezing until I couldn’t breathe.
No wonder Corinne doesn’t remember our time together in high school the same way I do. Now that I’m analyzing that night, I realize how all of my attention had been on the fiery redhead across the dance floor instead of on the date in my arms.
Shit, I can’t even think of Corinne right now. She called right before I left for the hotel, and I know I can’t ignore the pregnancy bomb she dropped on me forever, but for tonight, I need to.
Tonight is all about breaking past the last of Sadie’s defenses, and I’ll use any means necessary.
“Okay,” I say, licking my lips. “Break’s over. No coming.”
I go after her clit with renewed fervor, tongue sliding between her folds until I find that bud of super sensitive nerves. As my mouth closes around her flesh, I lick her in quick, firm strokes. The wicked digit in her ass sinks a little deeper.
She’s lost control of her hips, and she’s doing everything in her power to grind on my face. I hold her up with one hand, keeping her from tipping forward as I lick and suck the hell out of her pussy. If she doesn’t snap her fingers soon, she’s going to come. She’s too inexperienced to last much longer without a cooling reprieve.
Just when I think she’s tipping over the edge, she snaps her fingers, halting the downward plummet she’s craving.
I lift her off of me by a few inches, and my quick breaths drift over her flushed skin. Her thighs are quaking around my head. I slowly roam my gaze up her body, stalling on her pebbled nipples for a few seconds, and find her head tilted back.
Red hair draping her shoulders.
Chest rising and falling with too-rapid breaths.
Drool is escaping her gagged mouth, and the sight of her above me, tense and on the edge, shoots straight to the tip of my cock, making me drip pre-cum. I’m about to pull her back onto my face when I spot tears sliding out from underneath the blindfold.
“Sadie? Are you okay? Do you need to stop?”
A low moan breaks free of the gag, and she shakes her head. I’m not sure what she’s trying to say, but her body clues me in. She lowers to my mouth again, encouraging me to devour her with my lips and tongue.
And I do.
We continue this method of sexual madness for an hour or more. I lick her until she snaps her fingers, and every time, she comes back for more.
The unbearable need to orgasm is going to win out—it always does.
And afterward…that’s when the real fun begins.
Sadie
I’m going to come.
Ashton is a diabolical ass because he’s setting me up to fail, and there’s not an atom in my body that wants me to win his cruel game. As his tongue runs the length of my slit, and that damn finger in my ass wiggles, the pressure reaches an all-time high. I’m about to break my fingers from the strength it takes to snap them.
But I can’t.
More like won’t.
My body has taken over, and I’m grinding his face in wanton need. Unashamed, so far out of my mind that the room could be full of people, and I wouldn’t care.
All that exists is his hot, talented mouth devouring between my thighs.
More tears drench the blindfold, and some slip free. I’m not crying out of sorrow or pain. I’m sobbing out of pure frustration. I’m not even worried about his punishment if I let go and dive into a free-fall.
I don’t want to let him win.
It’s already too late. My fingers refuse to snap one more time—just one more fucking time—and I come in long waves of ecstasy, my release flooding his greedy mouth. I lose all sense of reality, and any sliver of balance I was holding on to disintegrates. I’m swaying to the side, flopping like a boneless mass toward the mattress, when he grabs me.
He flips us, and I find myself sinking into the mattress on my back. He shoves my legs wide open and brings his mouth to my pussy once more.
And he licks up every last bit of me.
I don’t care that I’m a sweaty mess, that my arms are on fire from having my hands restrained behind me. I can’t form a coherent thought, let alone worry about my uncomfortable position.
I’ve never come like that before, on a whole new plane of existence—a level so high I think God himself would have to look up. I’m boneless and disoriented, as if high on drugs…or what I imagine being high would feel like.
He slides up my body and wipes the tears from my cheeks. His touch is so gentle and warm that it makes me want to cry for an entirely different reason.
“You okay?”
Still gagged, I can do no more than nod.
“You’re crying.” He takes my chin in his hand, his thumb caressing my jawline. “I’d take out the gag, but we’re not done yet. As soon as we are, I’m going to hold you for as long as you need, and you can talk to me for as long as you want. Do you understand?”
Another nod. Another bout of tears. I’m not sure I can muster the energy to speak anyway. I’m overwhelmed by the confusing emotions roaring through me.
He shifts, and I hear a loud buzzing sound come to life. “I promised punishment if you came. I always keep my promises, Sadie.” He settles between my knees and presses a vibrator directly on my clit.
The thing is too powerful, making me jerk involuntarily. I bring my knees together.
Or I try.
He shoves them apart again. “Don’t move. I don’t care how hard it is for you to keep your legs spread. You’re going to lie here and come as many times as I want you to.” Putting action to words, he adds pressure to that wicked weapon he’s using on my most tender, intimate spot, and another orgasm rips through me.
My body is shaking uncontrollably from sensation overload. Something deep, almost animalistic originates from my throat, and not even the gag can smother my howl of pain.
How can something so pleasurable be so painful at the same time? My legs are quaking violently, tensing in cramping agony, and I can’t stop my knees from inching together. The thought of him bringing that vibrator to my clit again makes me bite down on the gag.
“Legs open, Sadie. I can tie your ankles to the bed posts if you need me to.”
Shaking my head, I spread wide and wait for that horrid method of torture again.
He presses the sexual weapon to my pussy and amps up the vibrations. With a smothered scream, I arch my spine, upper body lifting off the bed. I hang there for a few seconds, suspended in purgatory between wanting to come and not wanting to come.