Page 113 of Queen of Anarchy (Dirty Broken Savages 2)

His eyes go wide, like he can hear the threat there, and he nods again, practically tripping over himself to get out of the room and closing the door behind him with a snap.

River raises an eyebrow when he’s gone, looking at me. “What was that all about?”

Instead of answering her, I stride over to where she’s sitting and drop to my knees. I undo the button and zipper on her pants and yank them down to her ankles, along with her panties.

River gasps a surprised breath at the rough movement but doesn’t try to stop me. Her eyes flash with heat, and she spreads her legs as wide as she can with her ankles still trapped by her pant legs.

It gives me a clear view of her pussy, and I can smell that she’s starting to get turned on. It makes my mouth water, and I dive in like a starving man. Her taste and smell flood my senses, until all I know is her. I’m not thinking about the scratchy jacket or the wedding or any of that shit. All I’m focused on is River and how fucking amazing she tastes.

She bucks her hips forward, grinding against my mouth, and I growl into her pussy, grabbing her hips and using my hold on her to yank her even closer.

“Knox,” she groans, trying to keep her voice down. But I can hear the pleasure in it. I can hear how much she wants this. Wants me. “Fuck, that feels good.”

That just makes me work harder at it. I plunge my tongue into her hole, lapping up her arousal straight from the source. I find her clit with my right hand, teasing at it with one finger, pressing against that sensitive bud until she’s squirming in the chair.

She rolls her hips like she wants more friction, and I pull back a little so I can trade my fingers for my mouth and suck on her clit.

“Fuck!” she moans, a little bit louder, and then slaps a hand over her mouth.

I grin against her warm, wet pussy, amused at her attempts to keep herself quiet. Personally, I don’t give a fuck if the tailor knows we’re getting it on in here. It’s the perfect space for it, and making River scream is fun.

I double down because of that, flicking my tongue over her clit and working my fingers into her. She takes me so well, her body sucking my fingers in like it doesn’t want to let them go.

She moans behind her hand, rocking her hips forward, and I keep working on her clit, fluttering my fingers inside her.

I can feel the tension in her body, feel it growing higher and higher. She’s so close to falling apart, and I want that. I want her to lose it for me, to end up a mess right here in this chair.

She bucks her hips even more, and I let my teeth graze over her clit just a little bit.

The way she stiffens, it’s like an electric current is surging through her, and she bites her hand to keep from yelling. “More,” she whines. “Fuck, Knox. More.”

I’m happy to give in to that order, and I do it again and then one more time, thrusting my fingers as deep as they can go.

That’s enough to have her shaking with pleasure, and I pull my fingers out and go back to licking at her. She tangles her own fingers in my hair, holding my head in place, and I keep up my relentless pace until she falls apart completely.

She bites down on her own lip, trying to muffle her noises as she comes, and I don’t stop eating her out until she goes limp, flopping back against the cushions of the seat she’s on.

River lets go of her death grip on my hair, and I pull back to wipe my hand over my mouth. It comes away wet with her arousal, and I grin and wipe it on the tux.

“If I have to pretend to marry some frigid bitch soon, I’m at least going to do it with your cum on my tux,” I tell her with a growl in my voice.

“Fuck, yes.” Her eyes flash, and she drags me up to kiss me.

Her lips are just as possessive as mine are, and that’s my favorite thing of all.

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