Page 164 of The Wicked
Control.
I ground my teeth together, holding back.
Zahra took me deeper, her tongue giving me equal attention as she moved her head, stroking, sucking, and licking at the same goddamn time.
How the fuck is she so good—
I felt her soft grip at my base, and she squeezed lightly, removing her mouth from my cock, and looking up at me from underneath her lashes, lips swollen, eyes glassy with lust as she said, “Fuck my mouth.”
“What?”
“Do it.” She shifted closer to me, eager. “Please.”
My grip tightened on her hair, and I tilted her head back to the angle I preferred. I moved my other hand, wrapping it around my length, stroking a few times while I angled the head against her lips.
“Open up for me.”
The moment she let her lips part, I slid into her mouth, filling it up.
Fuck.
I lost control. My crazed habit took over. There was no stopping this now.
My fingers buried themselves into her hair, and I gripped and pulled her head further back.
And then, I fucked her mouth.
Pumping in mercilessly, past the limit where she had taken me before. I hit the back of her throat, still didn’t bottom out, but the tightness hugging the head of my cock at her gag doubled my need for release.
Her choking and gurgling sounds as I tamed her mouth swarmed straight to my head, causing chaos in my chest and bringing haste to my movement.
“Fuck, Zahra.” I caught her eyes tearing up at the force with which I used her mouth.
I was close. So fucking close.
Zahra held both my thighs to steady herself, and I wanted to savor this moment, record it in my head and never let it leave, but I knew we still had to go out there, and I’d already made a mess of her hair.
Oh fuck…
I had to take back control but damn it to hell and under—her mouth felt so good wrapped around my cock.
My need for release tightened to the edge.
“Ah—” I breathed out. “Swallow?”
She answered positively with a small throaty sound, and I thrust into her mouth a few more times before my movements turned sloppy. One of her hands left my thigh as she wrapped her hand at my base; the short stroke she gave had my release spurting into her mouth and down her throat as she swallowed.
My movement slowed, and I let her lick and suck the aftershocks out of me. I was still semi-hard and hated that we weren’t in a more private area.
I wanted to bathe her face with my cum, revel in the fucking sight for sore eyes I knew she would be. But we couldn’t be messy. Not here.
I slipped out of her mouth, letting go of my hold on her hair.
“I want more,” she said, her tongue running over her glistening bottom lip as she watched me tuck myself back into decency again.
“Get up.”
She did, wiping the corners of her eyes as she squirmed on her feet, most definitely due to the discomfort between her legs.
