Page 99 of Anarchy Chained: Alpha Thomas

I lean in and he meets me halfway. The soft, wet tip of his head bumps against my lips, so I open. I let him in. He lets me take control of how deep inside. I wrap my lips completely around his head and suck.

“Yes,” he says, crooning the word down to me. I keep my eyes on him, just the way he asked. “That’s very nice. Keep going.”

I swallow around the fat cock in my mouth and he groans. His fists grip my head, pulling me forward. Urging me on. I open as wide as I can and let him enter my throat. For a moment, I know I’m going to choke.

But then he says, “You’re OK,” in such a soft, tender voice, I believe him. I am OK. “Just let me handle this. You concentrate on how good it’s going to feel when I finally push my dick inside your pussy. You want that, right?”

I nod my head, tears forming in the corners of my eyes as I try to breathe through my nose.

I really want that.

“Me too,” he says. “But I want this for a little bit first.”

He begins to pump his hips. Slowly at first. His cock slides in and out of my mouth. So much saliva is pooled in my mouth, it drips down my chin and falls onto my nipple.

I almost die with want.

“Now a little faster. You’re OK.” He starts fucking me. Not hard. He’s still gentle. Still reassuring. Not trying to force me.

And I have never been so turned on in my whole life.

He thrusts in, but then he stops. Almost none of his cock is outside my mouth now. I have tears in my eyes. And him in my head. Telling me to trust him.

I relax and he smiles. A tear drops down my face when he places one hand on my throat and one hand on the back of my head and he… goes deeper. Pushing himself inside me.

My palms are still pressed flat against his muscular thighs. And I push, trying to make him back off.

“Not yet, Sadie,” he moans. “I can feel my cock in your throat.”

Oh. Yes. I can feel his hand there.

He presses forward again, until my nose is buried into his groin.

I have to close my eyes.

Not to get through it. But because I am so turned on I might come without anyone touching me. I might come just from the thought. Just from the image I’m holding in my mind.

I gag, and he pulls out. Long strands of saliva drip down my body.

He kneels down and kisses me on the lips. “Now I want to fuck you.”

“Yes,” I whisper into his mouth. His tongue is there, twisting with mine. His fingers are between my legs. I’m so wet, he slips inside with almost no friction. I need his fat cock. I need to feel him. “Then fuck me, Thomas. Now.”

He pulls away from my mouth, breaking our kiss. “Come on. You can be on top.”

He sits on the bed and lies back. I climb on, straddling his hips, lifting up just enough to place the tip of his dick under my entrance.

And then I sink down on him.

We both moan. There’s no way in hell I can keep my eyes open now. I just want to drift away into bliss. I sit down even more, letting him fill me up.

His hands grip my breasts, squeezing them hard. The gentle fucking is over. I want to ride him.

“Fuck me,” he says.

But his voice has changed. I open my eyes and see Sullivan.

“Fuck me,” he says. But now he’s Thomas.

“Fuck me, Sadie.” It’s both of them.

I do fuck them. Both of them. I lean down, letting my hair fall over my shoulders and drag over their shoulders. They grab my ass, urging me to move quicker. Everything is suddenly urgent. They wrap their arms around my back, pinning me to their chest. They thrust their hips upwards while I try to sink down.

“This is fucking,” they growl into my ear.

I can feel my climax surfacing. It’s swimming up from some dark depth and there’s no way I can stop it from breaking free.

“Squeeze our cock, Sadie.” And that simple switch, that one word—our—it unravels me. I come apart as they fuck me so hard from below, their balls fly up to smack me on the ass.

Then I gush. Their hot semen spills into me and I coat their dick with my climax. They hold me close, kissing me like we’ve been separated after a long absence.

I brought them together.

So they are mine.