Page 45 of Beneath Scarred Vows
"You don't have to," he says, his voice rough.
"I want to," I reply. "I want to taste you."
A muscle in his jaw twitches as I unbuckle his belt, the metal clinking softly in the silence of our room. I unbutton his pants and slowly lower the zipper.
"Fuck," he breathes as I reach into his boxer briefs, wrapping my hand around him.
He's hot and hard as I pull him out. I pause, taking in the sight of him. He's larger than I expected, thick and intimidating.
"You can stop," Ares says, reading my hesitation. His hand cups my face, his thumb stroking my cheek. "We have time."
His tenderness makes me want to continue. I've spent so long being afraid—of my past, of my scars, of letting anyone close. I'm tired of fear ruling my life.
I stroke his cock a few times, drawing a bead of precum on his tip. I lean forward and take him into my mouth, just the tip at first. Ares moans, his hand grabs a fistful of my hair. The salty taste fills my mouth, and I like it.
I take him deeper, using my hand to stroke what I can't fit. His breathing grows ragged above me, and I look up to find him watching me, his expression a mix of pleasure and desire.
"Just like that," he encourages, his hand gently pressing on the back of my head. "That's my good girl."
His words push me, make me want to earn his good girl title. I suck harder as I move my head. I can feel him trembling with the effort not to thrust. He arches forward, and more of his cock slides into my mouth, stretching my lips.
I stroke him while gently massaging his balls.
As I suck his beautiful manhood, I experiment with different pressures, different speeds, learning what makes him groan the loudest, what makes his fingers tighten in my hair. I feel a bit powerful—for all his strength, all his control, in this moment, he's at my mercy, his cock throbbing on my tongue.
"Katerina," he warns, his voice deep. "I'm close, baby."
I know what he's telling me, but I don't stop. I can't—my body wouldn't allow it. I'm craving his cum too much.
I relax my throat and take him as deep as I can before my eyes water, making my mascara run down my cheeks, my hand continuously stroking him.
Ares curses, the sound desperate and raw. His body goes rigid, his grip tightens to the point where he's pulling my hair, and he pushes me back and forth on his cock.
I don't mind it—his command of my mouth is actually making me extremely wet.
Suddenly, with one thrust, his cock swells and he explodes in my mouth, cum flooding my throat. He's so deep that I barely taste it as I swallow.
I feel his grip release on my hair, and I do a few more slow back-and-forth thrusts, gently milking every last drop from him.
When I finally pull away, his chest is heaving, a smile as wide as possible plastered across his face. He reaches down, helping me to my feet before pulling me into a crushing kiss.
"You're incredible," he murmurs against my lips.
I smile, feeling a strange mix of pride and shyness. "I take it that was okay?"
He laughs. "More than okay." His hands slide to my waist, and I feel the heat of his palm against my scar. This time, I don't flinch. "Now, I want to taste you."
Before I can respond, he lifts me, carrying me to our bed and laying me down with surprising gentleness. His eyes roam over me, taking in the half-undone dress and the flush I can feel spreading across my skin.
"You're beautiful," he says, and for the first time, I almost believe it.
He kneels beside the bed, his hands sliding up my legs, pushing my dress higher.
His fingers hook in my underwear. I lift my hips to help him slide them off.
Ares spreads my legs. The position is vulnerable, and yet somehow, I'm not afraid.
"Perfect," he breathes, running a finger through my pussy lips. "So wet for me."
