Page 60 of Psychological War

“There you are.” I squeezed her leg. “You went somewhere else. You didn’t react to anything. Where did you go?” I asked, dragging her so she was now sitting in my lap on the bed.

“I don’t know,” she whispered.

“What can I do so you get out of your head?” Leaning forward I kissed her nose, then kissed her forehead. Her eyes fluttered closed, and her breathing hitched.

“What you’re doing is working,” she moaned.

“I want to know why you were a virgin.” I continued kissing my way around the side of her face down to her neck.

“I don’t want to talk.” Her hand wrapped around my arms.

“Tell me. I want to know why; I want to know.” Trailing my hand up her back I gripped her throat. She bit her lip as I pressed tighter around her throat. The soft groan from her mouth told me she liked this.

“I never had time for anyone. I don’t have a good reason, so I hope you’re not disappointed.” Her eyes narrowed when I squeezed tighter, cutting off more air. She rocked her hips against my bulge.

Even if my ribs were begging me to protest against her rocking against me, my cock wanted nothing more than to be inside her. A low growl escaped my lips when she bucked hard enough that I felt precum drip from the tip of my cock. Pulling her closer, our mouths brushed against each other. She was so warm and soft. Flicking her tongue out she wet her lips, causing her tongue to touch my own lips. She triggered my last ounce of control, dipping down, and I crashed our lips together. It was hot, and I wanted this to last forever. I never wanted to leave the taste of her lips.

Her kiss was deep and messy. Like she was desperate for this distraction, and I was gladly offering it for her. Her finger tugged at the back of my hair, trying to get me closer. Though she couldn’t get any closer, her chest pressed against my own. Her hips rocked back and forth against me.

She scraped her teeth against the bottom lip before biting down. Blood filled both our mouths. She didn’t seem bothered, though. Instead, she stuck her tongue back inside my mouth, running it along my teeth.

My hands grabbed her ass, squeezing roughly. Her pussy warm against my cock, I was losing any patience I had left in me.

“Zane, please.”

“Please, what?”

I could see the fight within her eyes. She didn’t want to beg me. Her saying it once was far enough. But I wanted her to beg. I wanted her to tell me exactly what she wanted.

“Beg me,” I taunted.

Swallowing back her pride she took a deep breath before reopening her eyes. “Please.” Her fingers gripped the back of my neck trying to pull me closer to her. “Please, Zane, I’m begging you. I don’t beg for anything, but I’m begging you. Touch me, take me. Control me, please!” she rattled off.

Without notice, I flipped her onto her back, nudging her thighs to fit around my waist. Hooking a finger into her panties I slipped a finger between her folds. She was already so wet and slick I wanted to sink my cock into her.

Slipping a finger into her wet channel, she was so tight and warm. I was about to blow my load just from this. She tried her best to regulate her breathing, not wanting to show how affected she was. But I wasn’t having it. Pumping my finger faster, I rubbed her clit with my thumb. Her breath hitched, and her eyes closed. Her nipples hardened underneath my shirt she wore.

“I need you to come right now,” I grunted. Adding a second finger, I said, “Come all over my hand right now.”

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. Zane!” She came, squeezing my fingers.

Not giving her a chance to breathe, to relax, I ripped my boxer briefs off. Grabbing her hands I held them above her head. Stroking my cock I shoved my cock into her wetness.

“OH, SHIT!” she screamed. Thrusting into her, her eyes went wide as I continued fucking her, not giving a shit about the headboard banging against the wall.

“You’remine,” I growled my eyes locked onto hers. “Say it.”

“Yes, yes, shit,” she panted. “I’m yours.”

She spread her legs further apart, giving me a better angle, and I proceeded to pound into her. One hand wrapped around her wrists, and the other gripped her throat. Her mouth fell open, gasping for air. But I couldn’t stop. I wouldn’t. If she passed out, I wouldn’t stop.

“Fuck, Salem,” I growled out. She felt too good, too tight. Everything about her felt just right. She felt amazing. I was losing every bit of control in me. Her pussy squeezed my length, tighter and tighter.

She was so close. I could feel her pussy strangling my cock. “Zane!” she screamed, her eyes widening as she came, causing my own release. I felt my whole soul leave my body. I couldn’t remember the last time I came so hard that I saw stars, and my vision blurred. My body fell halfway on top of Salem. Letting go of her hands, I expected her to push me off, but instead she wrapped them around me, pulling me closer, until my face fit perfectly into her neck.

I don’t know how long we laid like that, her breathing evening out, and I found myself fading into sleep.

***

---