Page 67 of Psychological War

“Shh, just feel.” Any words that would have left my mouth were gone the moment I felt his mouth on my pussy. His hands gripped my thighs, spreading them apart further. His tongue plunged forward into me, drawing out a long moan from me. My hands moved towards his hair as his tongue licked me from the pussy hole to my clit.

Over and over again.

He flicked his tongue over my clit at a rapid speed that had me making noises that didn’t sound human. My nails started to dig into the back of his head, tugging his head closer to that part of my body.

“Za-Zane, fuck please, please, please,” I begged. What I was begging for, I had no idea. Something, almost anything. I didn’t care, I just couldn’t have him stop.

“Fuck, you taste so fucking good.” His filthy words did unspeakable things to me.

Zane slapped my thighs before he tightened his grip.

“Don’t stop, don—” I was cut off when he gripped my waist, flipping us over. So I was now on top, my pussy pressed against his mouth. Bringing my knees closer to his head I lifted myself off his head.

“Salem,” he said, his voice full of warning. “What are you doing?”

“What areyoudoing?” I panted, unsure of why he was even asking me this. I didn’t want to suffocate the man.

“Put your pussy back on my mouth.”

“Zane, I don—”

“Salem.” Again, that voice was full of warning. Leaning a little closer to his mouth I still hovered over him.

“Salem, I’m not fucking around.” He gripped my thighs. “Put. What. Belongs. To. Me. On. My. Fucking. Face. NOW.” His voice was rough, husky, and lord with that sound I would do anything he asked me to do.

He must have still sensed my hesitation because he smacked my ass causing me to leap forward, my hands reaching for the headboard. I was no longer hovering, but now fully in his mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned as he sucked my clit into his mouth. His tongue flicked over and over again. I couldn’t control my movements any longer. I began rocking back and forth. I could feel his own moans underneath me. They vibrated into me, and I couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Zane… fuck, I’m—I’m… fuck!” I screamed as my orgasm crashed into me. My chest heaved up and down, and I couldn’t catch my breath. Especially when Zane didn’t stop eating me, no matter how much I thrashed around. I felt like I was having an out-of-body moment and no matter the amount of force I put in trying to climb off his face he didn’t let me.

“Mmmm,” he mumbled under me. “I need another one, Salem,” he said before placing me back on top of him.

My hands tightened on the headboard, my knuckles turning white. My voice a soft whisper, I said, “Please, I need your hands.”

Instantly I felt Zane's finger enter me, pumping into me. His mouth closed over my clit again, giving me no warning as two fingers entered me. A high-pitched moan must have encouraged him further before he curled his fingers. Hitting a spot that had me losing control of everything inside me, I felt myself feel the urge to suddenly let my bladder go. But I needed to come, it was there on the peak.

Suddenly everything felt too much. I was seeing blackness. I lost control of my body. I threw my head back and I opened my mouth. No sounds came out. My body shook uncontrollably, and my lungs opened, letting me take a deep sharp breath.

“Fucking fuck,” Zane grunted. His fingers never stopped. They continued pumping into me, drawing out this uncontrollable pleasure.

“I-I-I fuck, Zane.” I don’t even know what I was saying. Not when I heard him swallowing from below me. It was all too much, and my body fell forward. I could no longer hold myself up.

My eyes were closed, as I became aware of being picked up and rested against the back of his knees. Slowly opening them, it took more effort than I cared to admit to focus. Immediately, I noticed his whole face was soaking wet, along with his hair. My face flushed with embarrassment.

Zane must have realized what I was feeling because his arms tightened around my waist. “Don’t you dare feel embarrassed by that.” His voice left no room for argument.

Nodding slowly, I understood. But that still didn’t make it go away. I had heard of girls squirting. I just never thought I would be one of them. Thinking about all the times we’d had sex, he never once made me feel less than. Even the first time, I was the one who ran away. It was always me, running away from him.

“Pick your hips up.”

Doing as he said, he tugged on his cock a few times before placing it at my entrance. Placing my hands on his chest I began easing my way down onto his shaft. A groan escaped him and the overwhelming feeling that I was the one doing this to him warmed my heart.

The moment I was sitting back on his thigh Zane moved his hands to my hips. Pulling me up, he waited until I made eye contact before he thrust up into me.

“Jesus fuck,” he gritted through his teeth. Ramming himself up into me left me no room to breathe, to do much of anything. “You’re so fucking tight.”

“Please don’t stop…don’t stop,” I chanted over and over again. Throwing my head back, my orgasm rushed through my body.

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