Page 92 of Psychological War

Zane moved to my other foot, washing it with the same amount of care.

“Mom used to sing ‘Mississippi Girl’ all the time with me. It made Dad laugh. Emmy was much older than me, so she didn’t like to hang out with me much. She was into makeup and always wore dresses. She was a lot like Mila in a way, shy, but when needed she was outspoken. She always did my makeup when I asked. It was what we did to bond, I guess.”

Zane listened as I talked about my family, from taking care of the farm, to dancing with Aziza. I talked about when we got Pumpkin and how Dad showed me how to properly take care of a horse. We discussed vacations we took around the country, how no matter where we went Lee and I always got into trouble. I even told him about my aunt and uncle, and how Michael was the one who taught me to defend myself.

“Tip your head back, Kitten,” he muttered. Doing as he asked, I closed my eyes as he poured shampoo and began working his fingers into my hair. Even if he was the one who helped me every day to shower, it always felt like the first time. This felt like magic; this felt like heaven.

“This is a good way to start that groveling,” I started to whisper but ended up moaning with the way he massaged into my skull.

“Yeah, and you keep moaning like that and that groveling I’ll be doing will be with my tongue inside your pussy,” he grunted. This grunt was different, though. He wouldn’t do anything that pushed my buttons.

“That works for me,” I mumbled as he started to rinse my soap from my hair.

“You need to heal, beautiful.”

I didn’t speak as he conditioned my hair and rinsed it out. I sat there as he quickly washed himself and toweled off. Once he was done, he helped me dry off before drying my hair with the towel, setting me down on the counter once more.

“You want that oil in your hair before I brush it?” he asked. It warmed my heart that he even asked, I didn’t know why I wanted to cry because it was a simple question. But, fuck my emotions were all over the place.

“Uh, oil on the ends.”

Doing just that he poured some oil on his hands before running his hands through the middle section down to the ends. Brushing my hair out, he began braiding it. Once he was done, he took a wide step back. His eyes wide, his nose flared as he stared down at me. I couldn’t stop the overwhelming need to drag his face down to my pussy. Which he must have understood because the moment our eyes connected, he said, “I need to taste you. It’s been months. Fuck it’s been so fucking long.” He wasted no time as he kneeled in front of me, his mouth at perfect height for my pussy, and fuck I was wet. The ache was becoming too much. I needed his mouth on me.

“Are you going to make me beg?” I raised a brow at him.

“No, Kitten, I want to do the begging.” His thrilled smile told me all. “Can I lick your pussy?” he actually begged.

His large fingers spread my lips apart, and he stared at me. “Please, Kitten, I need a taste of you.” My body felt like it was on fire. I wanted him to keep begging, but I also wanted his mouth on me. Giving him a quick nod, he wasted no time before he dragged his tongue from my ass to clit. I shouldn't have moaned as loud as I did. There were people outside. But I didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was his mouth.

“Fuck I’ve missed your pussy,” he mumbled. “I want to stay here between your legs.” Another long drag. “Fuck, Salem please let me have more.”

I acted as though I was thinking about it, when I really wanted nothing more than to make him stick his tongue inside me as I fucked his face. He stared up at me, his hands holding me open for him.

“Three,” I stated.

“Three?”

“I want three orgasms,” I said my fingers running through his hair. “Right now I want you to make me cum three times, and you won’t touch yourself after.” I grinned.

“Deal.” He wasted no time before he did just that. His tongue worked into my hole, fucking me with his mouth as he held me open. It had been so long that I nearly came from just that, and the moment one of his fingers entered and curled inside hitting that perfect spot, I came apart.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chanted over and over again. He refused to let up and began sucking on my clit. Adding a second finger.

In and out.

In. Out.

Twist.

“Zane, please…” I didn’t even know what I was begging for. But whatever it was, he somehow knew. Letting go of my clit, he spit on my pussy for diving back in. Flicking my clit over and over again, his fingers pumped into me.

I covered my mouth, trying my best to be quiet as I came for the second time. If this was how I went out, I think I would be okay with it.

“Zane… please, it’s enough,” I panted out. Zane moved his mouth away from me, gazing up at me with hungry eyes.

“You said three,” was all he said before once again going back to eating me. This man was eating me like it was his mission. “Hold yourself open for me, and Salem…” he smirked. “Do. Not. Let. Go.”

I had no idea what he had planned. I did as he asked. Reaching down I held myself open, two fingers still curled inside me. He reached his second hand up. “Suck,” he said, giving me his pointer finger. Doing again as he asked, I sucked on his finger, sucking it like it was his cock. Which I wanted so desperately.

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