Page 126 of Hidden Echoes

He’s surrendering, letting me pull him under, and the realization sends a delicious thrill through me.

My hands slide down his body, fingers hooking into the waistband of his pants and boxers. I tug them down, watching as he lifts his hips to help me. He gasps, his body trembling with anticipation as I strip him bare.

Then, I see him.

Zane’s cock is thick, hard, and already glistening with pre-cum. I blink, taking in the sight—without even knowing it, I married a man with a big, fat cock. And I’m starting to understand the appeal everyone raved about on those forums.

The head of his cock is a soft pink, twitching slightly in rhythm with his heartbeat. I watch as a fresh bead of pre-cum gathers at the tip, my tongue darting out to wet my lips.

Zane watches me, his chest rising and falling in uneven breaths.

"You have a nice dick," I say, my voice full of appreciation.

He lets out a breathless laugh. "Thanks."

"You’re welcome." I grin, but before he can respond, I start kissing my way down his thighs, slow and teasing, knowing it’ll drive him crazy.

His body tastes just as good as it looks, and I take my time, savoring the heat of his skin.

When my lips finally reach his balls, I press soft kisses against them before taking one into my mouth, sucking gently. Zane groans, his fingers gripping the sheets beside him. I give the same attention to the other, delighting in the incoherent sounds he makes.

I pull away for a moment, looking up at him. His face is flushed, his head shaking slightly as he struggles to hold himself together.

I drag my tongue along the length of his cock, feeling the way it twitches against my touch. When I reach the tip, I swipe my thumb over it, spreading his pre-cum, watching as it glistens under the light.

Zane shudders, his eyes dark with lust.

As I lower my mouth over him, his entire body jerks. "Oh my God... Mia..." His voice is breathless, full of something raw and desperate.

I hum around him, enjoying the way he reacts to every flick of my tongue, every movement of my lips. His moans become more broken, his thighs trembling beneath my hands.

"Mia... I’m close," he says, voice wrecked.

I smile against him, sucking harder.

Zane’s mouth falls open, a deep groan tearing from his throat as his body tenses. His cock throbs against my tongue, and then I feel the hot rush of his release hit the back of my throat. I swallow eagerly, milking every last drop from him, not stopping until I’m sure he’s completely spent.

Even then, I stay there for a moment, my lips still wrapped around him, feeling the last weak pulses of his pleasure.

I like doing this.

With Zane, it’s different.

I lie in bed next to Zane, and he pulls me into his chest, stroking my spine. It’s a kind of intimacy—different from what we built today.

I didn’t know I could have this with someone, but if I did, of course, it would be with Zane.

"I thought you didn’t want me that way."

"Trust me, I always have. I want you this way, in every way."

"Okay," I say with a smile, then continue, "Are you okay with living in Texas?" I ask, watching as Zane stares at the cabin room like it's something unfamiliar.

"I am. It’s just… weird being back home." He turns to me with a smile.

I look at him, my eyes locking onto the chain necklace with a padlock he’s wearing—mynecklace. The one with my number on it. A piece of who I was, who I’ve always been. But seeing it on him... it’s different. It doesn’t feel like a reminder of a label, of something I’ve carried my whole life.

Instead, it feels like it’shisnow, like he’s taken something that was once so strictly mine and reframed it, made it his own.

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