Chapter 176: We’re Perfect For Each Other

[Music: Tongue By Saint Vice]

Zade watched me amusedly, and heat covered his eyes when I went down on my knees.

I maintained eye contact as I unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. Jesus... he was already so hard.

I knew that much, but he looked like he was gonna burst or something.

"What’s wrong, kitten?" he asked, taking a drag from his cigar, and the look he gave me made my nostril flare.

He was still giving me signs that I wasn’t gonna convince him otherwise. We’ll see about that.

I pulled my hair up and wrapped it in a bun. I spared him a glance, and his head was tipped back as he exhaled a low stream of smoke through his lips, his Adam’s apple bobbing with the motion.

My pulse throbbed so painfully, and my abdomen tightened in a way that forced a heavy breath off me.

This man was gonna be the death of me.

In a raspy exhale, I took his cock into my mouth, and at the first taste, I got compelled, taking him further until I heard a deep grunt from him.

That sound satisfied me to the point that I didn’t come off him just yet, even though I could barely breathe.

But I remembered his instructions from the limo and breathed through my nose, focusing more on making him feel.

I redrew my mouth, licking against the tip of his cock, teasing him with my tongue as I recalled the way he ruined me, one too many times.

It was easy... just focusing on the same pattern.

"Fuck, kitten!"

Seems like I’m doing something right.

"W-Where did you learn that?"

God, he’s quivering!

I took him deeper again, and he groaned, but this time my hands came into play. I stroked and sucked like I had found my newest candy stick to play with.

I flinched when his hand wrapped around my hair and forced me away.

"Alright..." He hitched through his breath. "You’ve got me convinced."

"Not yet." I dove in once again despite his pull on my hair.

"Fuck!"

I was rapid with my advances, my head thrusting back and forth until it became like a routine that made the corner of my mouth strain.

He’s too big!

I paused for a second to catch my breath, but Zade took control and slammed his cock back into my mouth.

I groaned, gripping his waist tightly as he thrust his waist mercilessly. I gagged.

"That’s right, kitten. You know me too well," he rasped deeply, and a growl rumbled behind his throat. "It’s gonna take a lot more than that to convince me."

Greedy asshole!

I squeezed my eyes shut when he got too rough, treating my mouth like a doll. I tapped against his thigh desperately, but he didn’t let up, and I was suffocating!

Tears slipped beneath my lashes, and just when I thought it wouldn’t end, he pulled me out.

I collected air as much as possible, but he drove me back to his cock, thoroughly fucked my mouth until my throat felt sore.

I gagged, whimpered, choked, and made many other sounds I couldn’t make sense of.

Zade, on the other hand, was wild; he was moaning, growling, and saying my name over and over again. Praising me nonstop as though he couldn’t get enough.

"Your mouth’s so perfect for my cock, kitten."

I gagged.

"I-It feels so fucking good."

I sank my nails into his abdomen.

"Come on, kitten. Don’t be like that."

I bit him.

"Fuckkk!"

He came at the spot, without warning, a deep growl rumbling as he smeared my mouth with his semen.

I choked on it, pulling away as I felt the warm coat running down my chin.

Zade laughed before snatching my chin, a wild look in his eyes.

"You wasted it." He dragged his thumb up my jaw and forced the remnant of his cum back into my mouth.

"Y-You weren’t being fair."

"Neither were you..." He heaved, taking the last drag of his cigar before flicking it into the sink. "What were you expecting, hm? After going down on me like that, did you expect me to take it like a good boy?"

"That was the plan!" I hissed.

And to take control in some way. Showing I could use pleasure to scratch that brain of his, but clearly he was a beast in the making.

"Too bad your plan didn’t work."

"It wasn’t a complete loss." I pushed to my feet. "You came."

"What made you think I wasn’t gonna cum?" He gripped my hair and pulled on it, and I grunted. "Everything about you makes me cum, baby. You should’ve seen me in the shower when I stroked myself at the thought of you for the last two years. I was a fucking ruined man."

"Mm!" I winced when he tugged tighter.

"And you still ruin me to this day. You have no fucking idea."

"I’m aware."

"No, you don’t."

He kissed me furiously like a starving beast consuming every heat from my body. He licked up my chin before forcing our mouths back in place.

This should give me the ick, but it doesn’t.

Instead, I rushed through the kiss before he pulled me away and thrust me against the counter.

I shivered when he slowly unzipped my gown. A thrill rushed through me in a way that made me think I was gonna collapse if he took any longer.

"A-Are you gonna let Rick go?"

"Still debating on that."

"But—"

"Shhh... one more word from you, then I’m gonna forget that I was balls deep inside your mouth and you made me cum in the most beautiful way possible."

My breath hitched when my dress pooled at my feet.

"I can still feel the sting of your bite, kitten." He kissed my bare shoulder. "Let’s try that again sometime."

"Y-You’re sick."

He pushed my hair to the side. "So are you."

Smack!

"Nnngh!"

"It’s nothing to be ashamed of, kitten."

Smack!

Smack!

SMACK!

"AH!" I yelped because the last spank came harsher and my bottoms were throbbing.

He ripped my panties out of the way and traced his hand and up my pussy.

"Your period’s here, baby."

I froze. Already? I wasn’t expecting it until the next few days.

My cheeks heated and I couldn’t even rein in embarrassment properly because I grew annoyed by this.

We should—"

"And who says the perfect lub doesn’t exist?"

What the—!

He drove into me, and I buckled forward. Oh my God! Did he just—!

"Zade!" I rasped. "Oh, please not now!"

"I’ve always liked when things get a little bloody."

I clawed against the countertop when he pumped into me like a wild boar.

No, no no. This can’t be happening! And why was I enjoying this?!

"Zade, please!" I screamed when he hit me in a spot that got me spiralling.

"You can take it, kitten." He tugged on my hair again and fucked me senseless.

~☆~

"Better?"

I sank my teeth into my bottom lip. "Y-Yes."

Zade adjusted the heating pad one more time. After the not-so-normal sex in the bathroom, it was as though Zade had switched personalities.

The way he took care of me after screwing me nuts was questionable.

He cleaned me up, we showered together, he fed me, and even put the tampon in himself.

Despite my obvious disagreement, he still got away with that. Now I was on his bed, wearing his dress shirt while he carefully adjusted the heating pad to help with my cramps.

It wasn’t as painful, but it still felt like I was being knocked in the abdomen.

I eyed his bandage, seeing the little dot of blood.

"You need to change that."

"It can wait."

Of course this wouldn’t have happened if he had gone easy on me. I couldn’t tell what got to him more, fucking me or the event that played out today.

I’m gonna go with the latter.

He hid it behind that smile and tease, but I could tell he was agitated to the core.

This may sound weird, but I could somehow feel it each time he drove his cock into me over and over again.

Zade lay back down on the bed with an exhale, and I shifted closer, seeking the warmth of his body. He used his good arm to pull me against him.

"There’s something I need to..." I began resting my hand on his chest so that I could see him, and I caught his eyelids growing heavy.

"A-Are you tired?"

"Can you blame me?" he murmured, grinning tiredly.

I guess this came as a surprise for me. He was always so energetic, and I never had the chance to see him so...

His eyes closed, and I was stunned by how easily he had fallen asleep.

"Zade?"

He doesn’t answer.

He must have been so exhausted. From handling all the preparations for the funeral, taking care of me when I couldn’t function, and everything that happened today.

I watched him, committing this moment to memory so that I don’t forget it.

I don’t think I’ll ever get the chance to see this sight again, but if I do, I wish I could get to experience it every day so that I could see the man behind that powerful mask. The man who was my husband.

I brushed my hand over his hair, pushing the strands away from his forehead, then caressed his cheek, a shaky breath escaping my lips.

"You’re right. We’re both sick. Which is why we’re perfect for each other."

I pressed my lips against his before settling back against his chest, closing my eyes as I listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.