Page 62 of The Vixen

Stilling with a gasp, I jerk my head down and meet Sawyer’s eyes. His face isn’t purple. His eyes aren’t pleading.

He just watches me. Learning things I’ll no doubt regret tomorrow.

I drop my panties over his eyes. “Focus, slave.”

As my hips move once again, a groan rumbles against my clit. A request for mercy? A plea for more? Either way, the vibration turns my breathing ragged.

I grab the headboard with one hand and take hold of his hair in the other. His neck arches as I yank him into me. “Do that again.”

It takes him a few seconds—probably to understand what I mean. But then he groans,louder, more incessant as I drag him closer by his hair, his tongue firm against my clit.

My eyes roll back at the vibration.

“Again.”

Another groan and my hips pick up to a speed that tumbles over itself. I jerk in short little bursts as my quaking thighs no longer allow a steady rhythm.

Everything aches.

I never want it to end.

But I can’t help but chase the finish line with fervor as a string of moans ricochet up my chest.

“Lick me,” I demand, with a tug to Sawyer’s scalp.

I lift my weight the slightest bit so his tongue can maneuver between my lips. He licks along each fold before settling on my clit, first with a grind. Then a flick. Then there’s a quick back and forth rhythm that brings me to a dark place.

A place without mercy. A place without remorse.

Right now, he could suffocate beneath my pussy, and I still wouldn’t sit up.

“More,” I moan, my hips stilling altogether so his rhythm alone can give me what I want.

“Faster.” When I can’t help myself: “Please.”

When his speed picks up, I throw my head back, thighs clenching.

“Just like that.Justthat like… Oh God, Sawyer…”

I mumble commands that morph to pleas, and I’m not sure I mean any of them.

It’s perfect.

The thought strikes me like a knife.

Sawyer is a snake and a liar and a sinner.

But somehow, despite my very best efforts to conceal my core, he’s seen everything. He knows me.

What I like. What I need.

Where to touch. What to take.

Every weakness laid bare for him to use and abuse before helaughs in my face.And the worst part, thesick irony, is that in this twisted moment…

All I want more than anything in the world is to be seen.

He licks until I tell him to suck and then he sucks me until I come undone above him. My thighs squeeze his head and a moan rips from my lungs so loud, I’m grateful this house is too big for two people.