Page 66 of Psychological War

Finally, I dared to look down at him. His cock bobbed in my face. It was thick and I swallowed, realizing just how big he really was. Sure we’ve had plenty of sex, but for the first time I was seeing it up close, eye to eye. Literally. I squirmed realizing I had no idea what I was doing. I mean I have watched enough porn to know the basics, but beyond knowing that, I was clueless.

“Lick the head, Kitten,” he encouraged me gently.

Not giving myself a chance to chicken out, I bent forward and licked the head. The taste of precum had me moaning and my eyes rolled into the back of my head.

“Suck on the tip.” How he said that even gentler than I’d heard before was beyond me.

Sucking the tip, the sounds Zane made encouraged me to take him further into my mouth. The taste of more precum had me sucking him down to the back of the throat, yet he still didn’t fit. He was too big.

“Fuck, Salem, your mouth feels amazing.” Zane hissed, his hand curling around the back of my neck. I waited for him to take control, to do something besides holding my head. But he did nothing.

Halting, I pulled off and glared up at him.

“I didn’t tell you to stop,” he barked, glaring back down at me.

“Stop holding back.” I grabbed his thighs. “You can be rough; I know you can,” I snapped. I don’t know why I was angry that he’s not being rough with me. Maybe because that’s all we’ve always done. Since the beginning it’s always been rough with him, and now he was treating me… treating me like someone who mattered to him. I didn’t need or want that right now.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for,” he said, again being gentle.

“Fuck my face, Zane.” I sat back on my knees.

Something passed on his face before he grabbed my hair tightly and brought his cock back to my mouth. Sucking him, he wasted no time as he bucked into my mouth with no care. He hit the back of my throat causing me to gag, but he didn’t let up. No, instead it caused him to thrust harder into me. Spit dripped down my chin onto my thighs, I had no idea what I was doing.

I moved my hand down, wiping up the spit from my mouth, bringing it down between my legs. I begin rubbing circles on my clit, needing some type of release. Zane growled as I looked up at him, his eyes already focused down at my hand between my legs.

“Get yourself ready for me, Kitten,” he rushed out almost in anger. “Put a finger inside your pussy now.”

Somehow nodding my head with his cock buried inside my mouth, I stick my middle finger inside.Oh, my god.The feeling about all this was so dirty. I hadn’t expected myself to be this turned on or this god damn wet. The sensation of me moaning caused Zane to hiss, his movements becoming ragged.

“I’m going to cum down your throat,” he rushed out. “Do not swallow, you hear me?”

Nodding the best I could. Zane jerked before his release poured into my mouth. I pulled my hand from my legs to grab onto his thigh as he continued to cum into my mouth. I tried my best to not swallow, but his cock slipped from my mouth.

“Fuck,” he grunted. His thumb wiped the corner of my mouth where I’m assuming some had leaked out. Bending down we became eye level, my mouth still opened with his cum. “Fuck, that’s hot. Swallow,” he smirked. Moving his cum to the back of my throat with my tongue I swallowed with my mouth half opened. I never understood liking the taste of someone, but I was screwed because I was somehow even more turned on. Opening my mouth again I stuck my tongue out, showing him my now very empty mouth.

“Good girl,” he mumbled before smashing his mouth to mine. His tongue dove down my throat, and I moaned as I pressed my thighs together. I had no idea how I got so lucky with him, but fuck.

His arms tucked under my armpits. “Wrap your legs around my waist,” he mumbled against my lips. Before I knew it, he was standing up, holding me up from under my arms. Wrapping my legs around him quickly, I stared down at him. He walked forward towards my bed, setting me down and he hovered over me. My legs still wrapped around him, not wanting to let him go.

“Let me fuck your pussy with my mouth.”God, his dirty words.A pang of nervousness shot through me. I couldn’t release him. I couldn’t let him get that close to my legs, though I knew he had been before. Something about this time felt different. All of this felt different.

“Now,” he demanded. I don’t know if he knew what I was feeling and thinking or if this was all just for him. But either way I finally unhooked my legs, resting them on the side of his body.

“How was your girls’ night?” he asked, sliding down my body, his face hovering over my stomach.

“It-it was good,” I spat out.

“You sound a little off.” He chuckled. His warm hands gripped my tits, pinching my nipples slightly. My breath hitched.

“Z-Zane, please,” I begged.

“You were confident when you wanted me to fuck that mouth of yours, but all of a sudden you’re shy?” he smirked. His beard tickled my stomach as he dipped down and kissed me. Right above the scar I hated so much. “I think I know why.” He kissed the other scar on the side of my belly button. “Your body is full of scars…Your back, your stomach,” he said, kissing along my hip bone. “The ones on your thigh, your inner leg… they’re everywhere.” He trailed down to my thigh. “Your throat. You wear clothes that hide your skin, even in your own home… when you’re working out. You hide yourself away from everyone, even when we do this. You like the dark, you like keeping yourself away.”

“Z-Z-Zane,” I stuttered. The tears threatened to fall from my face. I didn’t want to cry. I didn’t cry. I refused to let that weakness fall. I couldn’t do that in front of him.

“You won’t hide from me, Salem. You will show me these scars of yours. I will kiss them better. I want to show you that you’re beautiful, because you are.”

Fuck I was not meant to cry, this was just supposed to be hot and heavy. But the tears began to fall. They fell as he kissed my inner thigh.

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