Page 110 of Hymns of the Broken

I suck him down harder, hand wrapping tight around the base, stroking in time with my mouth. I spread my thighs wider, shifting onto all fours—face down, ass up, like a fucking offering.

And I love it. Every filthy second.

I moan around him, letting him feel the vibrations. His hips jerk on their own, trying to fuck deeper, but he lets me lead—lets me tease and ruin him on my own terms.

I hollow my cheeks, bobbing slowly while I grind back against the air—knowing exactly what he sees.

“What’re you doing to me?” he rasps, voice shattered, one hand sliding my hair away from my face so he can watch me.

I let him go with a wet pop, and glance up with a wicked grin. “I’m taking what I want. Didn’t you say you wanted me to beg? Turns out, I want to watch you fall apart first.”

And I go back down, slower, dragging my tongue over the head, sucking him down, moaning to hear the sound drive him insane. He watches, lips parted, eyes wild, breathing like he’s running from the devil.

He groans, shudders, and I barely hear him—voice broken and desperate. “God, baby—just like that. Don’t stop. Fuck—don’t you dare stop.”

I hollow my cheeks, bobbing slowly, letting him see the filthy stretch of my lips around him. When I swirl my tongue and squeeze the base, his hips stutter, breath caught in his throat.

His control snaps.

“Goddamn it, Sawyer—your mouth was made to suck my cock.”

The words hit like a slap and a stroke all at once. My thighs squeeze together, breath hitching aroundhiscock ashe twitches on my tongue. The salty taste of him, the way his hips jerk helplessly—fuck, it’s enough to make my core throb with need.

“Look at you,” he groans. “On your knees like a good little slut, lips wrapped around me like you’re starving. Drooling all over my dick like you’ve been dreaming about this.”

Iwhimper, because fuck—his voice, that tone—it’s dragging something filthy out of me. My saliva slicks his cock, strings of it dripping down to his thighs as I bob lower, hollowing my cheeks, letting the mess build because I want him to see it.

“Bet you do. Bet you’ve touched yourself at the thought of this. Bet you think about my cock in your mouth while you’re inhisbed.”

That one makes me moan, loud and guttural.Heslips deeper down my throat, and I take it. My throat tightens around him, spit pooling, and he groans, hips twitching—unable to help himself.

“Jesus, Hellcat. Keep doing that and I’m gonna cum all over that wicked little tongue.”

I swirl it around the head to see him twitch again. I want him desperate; I want to watch him unravel for me. He’s close—I can tell by the way his abs are flexing, how tight he’s holding my hair, and how his free hand has gripped the comforter so hard his knuckles are white.

“Say it,” he rasps. “Say it’s mine. Say this mouth belongs to me. Say you belong to me.”

I pull back slowly, teasing him with one long lick. “It’s yours. I’m yours.”

In the next breath, I’m being dragged off his cock and yanked upward—his hand still fisted in my hair as his mouth crashes into mine. The kiss is brutal, all teeth and tongue, tasting himself on my lips. He devours me, breathing hard against my mouth, voice gone rough.

“Now I’m fucking done waiting.”

He flips me hard, and fast, so I land on my back with a bounce. My thighs are spread open, and his mouth finds my throat, biting, licking, breathing fire into every inch of me.

“You wanna play like that, baby?” he growls into my neck. “Then I’m gonna make sure you choke on the memory of what I’m about to do to you. Tell me you want it,” he growls again, the tip of his cock rubbing against my entrance like the goddamn tease he is. “Tell me what you need, Angel.”

I try to arch, try to grab at him, but he pins my wrists above my head with one hand and slaps the head of his cock against my clit with the other. The jolt of pleasure makes me cry out, back arching, breath ragged.

“Use your words, Sawyer.”

My whole body’s shaking—he’s so close, so heavy against me, but he won’t give. And it’s driving me insane.

“I want your cock,” I gasp, “please, Riot—Ineedit—”

He stares at me, eyes blazing. “Not good enough.”

His hips roll forward, cock dragging over me again, soaking himself with my wetness. But still, he doesn’t give it to me.