Sadie's Game (Ashby Crime Family)

She mulled over my words, and I knew they had an impact by the way she angrily served herself salad. She must have been really distracted because she dropped some on my plate as well.

“Well,” I said before I picked up my fork.

She nodded, as far as she’d go to agree, but I’d take it.

“You think you know me, Thomas. You don’t.”

I took my seat across from her and drank in the sight of her like this, pissed off and a little vulnerable. “I know you better than you think.”

She set her fork down and curled her lips into a seductive smile. “Then you know exactly what I’m thinking right now.”

I knew what she was thinking because I’d been thinking about nothing but tasting her sweet cunt since she walked into the kitchen. But not now. Not yet. “I do.”

“Tell me.” Her commanding tone was back and fuck me, but I loved it because she used that tone when she felt too much.

“You want me to peel those pants off your body and suck your pussy until your honey coats my tongue. You want to grind those hips and drag your clit across my face until you come.” She let out a little gasp of arousal.

“Don’t you?”

“You know I do.”

I nodded and pushed back from the table, hands on my hips, a wry grin on my face. “Well, you know what I want, Sadie? I want to feel those soft lips wrapped around my cock, sucking me like only you can do.”

Heat flared in her eyes, and she licked her lips, but she stayed in her seat.

I stood there and waited. I could wait her out because I’d been waiting for her forever.

Chapter Nineteen

Sadie

“You’re asking me to suck your cock?” My tone was incredulous, but my pussy was soaked as it pulsed in my panties.

Thomas folded his arms across his chest and shook his head, a move that disappointed me. “No, I’m not asking, Sadie. I’m telling you to get over here and suck it. Now.”

I should have torn him a new asshole for talking to me that way, for thinking that he—or any man—had the right to demand that of me anymore. But his commanding tone, that intense look in his eyes, was a goddamn turn-on. “And if I don’t?”

Thomas’ lips curled into a crooked grin. “You will.”

Dammit, he was right. I loved to suck Thomas off. He wasn’t just grateful like most men were, he really got into it. He was vocal and those guttural sounds he made got me wet and ready for him.

“I’m waiting.”

I pushed away from the table slowly and walked to him until we stood face to face. There was no point in playing coy because if I had no plans to take his cock in my mouth, I’d already be upstairs. My tongue slid out and slicked across my lips, and Thomas’ heated gaze followed every little movement.

One quick tug on the zipper, a flick of my thumb, and his pants sagged on his hips. “No belt?”

He shrugged. “Consider it my casual look.” His head fell back when I reached inside his silk boxers and wrapped a hand around his cock.

“Fuck,” he groaned, eyes closed but only for a moment because Thomas liked to watch.

His cock was thick and hard in my hands, and the vein on the underside of his cock throbbed against my palm. His desire for me, evident. This was why I kept Thomas at a distance. He was commanding when he wanted to be and in the most delicious fucking way. He was powerful but not cruel about it, and he only did it—I was sure—because he knew it fucking turned me on. In this space, in moments like this, I was compelled by some invisible force to do what he commanded.

I grabbed a pillow from the nearest chair and dropped it between us before falling to my knees. A gasp escaped when he grabbed my hair, but Thomas didn’t pull or yank, he gripped it just tight enough for me to know how bad he wanted me.

“Eager,” I cooed.

“The only thing better than your mouth on my cock, is your cunt wrapped around me.”

I rewarded that killer compliment by taking his cock slowly but deep, just how he liked it.

“Oh fuck, Sadie.”

His hips bucked forward, and a low growl echoed in the kitchen.

His cock was thick and hard, aching with the need to come. I didn’t dare close my eyes because the way his jaw clenched, the way his nostrils flared and brows dipped in anguished ecstasy, had my whole pussy swollen and pulsing.

I loved watching him.

I took him deep, and his hips bucked again, a move that pulled a low laugh from me. The move vibrated against his nuts, and Thomas stood taller, tugging that handful of hair just a little tighter. His hips thrust slow and deep; he fucked my mouth until his cock was buried in my throat.