Bound to my Enemy novel Chapter 244

Chapter 244: Chapter 244.

He looks tired, still recovering, but his dark eyes lock onto me with that familiar hunger that makes my stomach tighten.

I wear only his oversized black t-shirt, the hem brushing the tops of my thighs. No bra or panties. My nipples tighten against the soft fabriv as I move closer and drop into a lower squat right between his spread legs. The positiob n pulls the shirt high up my hips, exposing the curve of my ass and the slick heat between my thighs. I feel exposed, needy, and completely his.

"El..." Zane rasps, his voice rough and low. "Baby, you don’t have to. I’m still messed up from the hospital. The wound..."

I cut him off gently, my hands already sliding up his thighs. "I know what the doctors said. But right now, I need this too. I need to take care of you."

I hook my fingers into the waistband of his gray sweatpants, tug them down slowly and hiss cock springs free, thick and heavy, already half-hard and twitching under my gaze.

The sight of him makes my mouth water as I rap one hand around the warm base, feeling the pulse of blood beneath the silky skin, and lean in.

My tongue drags slowly up the entire underside, tracing thhe vein from root to tip. I swirl around the swollen head, tasting the salty bead of precum that leaks out for me, and moan softly at the flaavir of it.

Zane groans, his fingers twitching beside him on the sheets. I look up at him as I part my lips and take him into my mouth, stretching around his girth.

I sink down inch by inch until he presses against the back of my throat. The stretch burns pleasantly at the corners of my mouth. I breathe through my nose and start moving....slow, wet bobs of my head. Saliva coats him quickly, dripping down his shaft and over my fingers as I stroke the part I can’t fit. I suck harder on the upward stroke, my tongue flicking and pressing against that sensitive spot just under the head, then slide all the way down again until my nose brushes his pelvis.

The sounds are filthy and intimate: t, the soft gagging when he hits deep, my own little humming moans vibrating around his thick cock. My thighs tremble from holding the squat, and I feel my pussy dripping slowly down my inner thighs onto the bed when I I cup his heavy balls with my free hand, rolling them gently, massaging them while I work him faster.

Zane’s hand finally finds my hair, fingers threading through it, not forcing but anchoring himself.

"Fuck, Elaine... your mouth feels incredible," he growls, his voice strained. I can hear the edge of pain when his hips twitch, the wound pulling with the movement, but he doesn’t stop me.

I pull off for a breath, gasping, strings of spit connecting my swollen lips to his glistening, throbbing cock. "Fuck I’ve wanted to do this for months now." Then I dive back down, taking him deeper, fucking my throat with his cock.

Tears spill from the corners of my eyes and run down my cheeks, mixing with the saliva dripping from my chin. My jaw aches nd my throat feels raw, but I love it.

I love giving him this after everything he’s been through. I edge him like that for what feels like forever.....bringing him right to the brink with tight suction and throat spasms, then easing back to lick and kiss along his shaft, sucking gently on his balls until they draw up tight.

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