#love pathetrick

[poppy-metal]

i think for a long time arranged marriage patrick doesn’t let you go down on him. that guilt left over from your start ate away at him, and, sexually liberated as he his, for a while he can only stand giving. giving your sweet cunt his cock, his tongue, his fingers. giving you kisses so tender you feel like you’re in heave. it gets to a point where you ask him; don’t you want it?

“sure. but i don’t need it.”

“but you want it?”

“i want you.”

so scared of pushing you to do anything, because you’re an angel for even being able to love him. you’re an angel for letting him touch you. you’re an angel for taking what he gives you. he could never take. he’s taken enough.

on the other hand you’re scared. scared that when the charm of you wears off and you’re no longer virginal, just his spent, used up, boring old wife, he’ll wake up. smell the coffee and realise you aren’t what he really wants. you need to be exciting to him. you need to be what tashi was. you need to suck his cock often and well. because you love him and now that he’s yours you have to keep him or you’ll die

HHHHHHHH

he doesn't even consider that you want to suck his cock.

you crave it - you've felt it stretching you out, you've seen it bobbing between his legs, flushed and heavy. you've watched him stroke it, stroking your juices over himself - stroking his own spit up and down - and your mouth has watered. the desire to feel that thick weight on your tongue - you want to taste him. feel that stretch you've grown accustomed to in your pussy, in your mouth -

you worry about being bad at it - of course. you think, miserably, about how tashi probably sucked it for him - how he probably loved it. you think about him wincing when you try it - letting you suckle at him out of pity - and you feel yourself growing insecure. your insecurities haven't come up in awhile - patricks made such thorough love to you, licked your cunt with such single minded attention and focus you haven't had the time to be filled with doubts with all the time you've spent with your legs spread for your husband.

there's not an inch of your body he hasn't tasted and worshipped - and you hate that you can't say the same.

when he rejects you again, even though he's clearly hard - leaking at his tip and rigid, thick, against his toned stomach - a rushed - "come up here.'' when you start kissing down his chest, his hand curling in your hair to drag you back up. "kiss me."

you feel tears prick your eyes - even though you let him kiss you, tentatively guiding a hand down his body, "you don't want me to?"

you don't want me? you want to ask.

your knuckles graze his cock - you feel him twitch, hot against you. his precum glazing your fingers - your hand softly gripping the hard, hot flesh of him - you can feel him flex in your grip - he kisses you deeper and moans against your mouth.

"its - ah." he hisses when you begin to stroke him - "it's not about wanting -"

you pull back - tighten your grip around him. this is a feeling you can grow addicted to, you realize. this thick warmth in your palm. his big cock in your control. yours and only yours.

"then what's it's about." you ask him. move your hand up until your knuckles are grazing the underside of his crown - feeling the silky texture of his tip. "you don't want my mouth on you here -" your thumb delicately circles his head - runs back and forth over the slit there, where's he's wet and dripping against the pad of your finger.

patricks head falls back against the pillow - his dark hair fanning out. you love his hair like this - with no product in it. untamed and wild, like he is. your beautiful husband. all yours and hard for you, leaking steadily all down your hand. his face is flushed red - he licks his lips as he glances down to where your hand is wrapped around him - "shit." he grits. "baby - you don't have to, I mean - I don't want -"

irritated you grip him hard - hard enough that he gasps and jerks under you, hips punching up.

"stop thinking about being a gentleman and think about being my husband." you snap. "are you telling me you don't want to teach me how to suck you?" you pump your hand from his tip, down all the way to his dark root - feel the prickle of the thick patch of hair at his base - you bring your other hand down to play, reaching under to cup those heavy balls you've felt slapping against your pussy - that have unloaded thick spurts of cum inside you - that have no doubt knocked you up, or soon will - and delight in the way patricks whole body seems to tighten at the sensation. he thighs spreading seemingly without conscious thought. making room for you. "- you don't want to feel my mouth here, either?" you coo, bouncing his balls lightly in your palm, like you're weighing them, loving the fuzzy soft feel of them. your mouth pools with saliva at the thought of tonguing them - feeling that warm sack in your mouth -

"fuck." patrick whimpers. and youve never heard him like this before - the closest was the night he took your virginity. the broken choked sound of his voice when he'd first pushed inside your virgin cunt - he sounds about just as desperate and helpless now. "what are you doing to me, fuck - "

his cock slides in and out of the circle of your fist - and you make eye contact with your husband as you lean down and - inches from his tip - let a string of spit dangle from your lips, slowly, slowly, slowly, making gliding closer to his flushed head - "oh god -" leaving patricks lips in a rush when the string finally disconnects from your mouth and droops to cover his silken crown. you use the fresh slickness to make the glide of his cock more wet -

"im asking what you want." you say sweetly. "don't you want to train my mouth like how you did with my pussy? don't you want to feel my spit and drool drip down your balls? you can make me your good little cocksucking wife." you tell him. lean down to brush your lips just barely over him - taste the salt of him on your lips and close your eyes briefly- wanting that taste at the back of your throat, "that's what I want." you breathe - feel his cockhead twitch against your bottom lip - "want to be good at taking my husbands big cock into my little mouth." you pout. "dont you want to give me what I want?"

patrick sits up - his hands are under your armpits, yanking you up his body like a ragdoll and he takes your lips so aggressively it feels like he's trying to eat you alive. you kiss him back just as hungrily - letting him lick inside your mouth, letting his hands wander and grope your naked body - he flips you so you're under him and on your back. his knees on either side of your hips - he reaches down to stroke his engorged cock.

you lick your lips as you watch him do it and he groans - punching his cock through his fist like it's your pussy he's fucking into - "you really do want it, fuck." he sounds awed by it, and so fucking horny. "you want your husbands dirty cock in that tight little throat?" he reaches down to paw at his sack, feeling how fucking full he is. "you want that pink fucking tongue on these fat fucking nuts?"

you're so wet - your legs slip and slide under him against the sheets. throbbing little pussy and empty mouth. "yes," you pant. "yes I want it."

his pupils are so blown out you can hardly see the ring of green through all the black - "you're so fucking perfect." he tells you, whines it almost - strokes from root to tip and squeezes hard at his fat tip. "makes me wanna - fuck -"

"makes you wanna what?" you coax, breathlessly.

"makes me wanna ruin you."

you lick your lips - patrick watching the motion as if in a trance, and you hope he's imagining your lips split wide around his girth, pouting around his head as you give it a wet kiss. "then do it." you tell him. "I've only ever been yours to ruin, patrick."

fuck. you've ruined him too. in ways you can't even imagine.

"I love you." he says it, bare bones and all and your heart flutters in your chest. his hand drops from his cock and you watch the thick organ bob in the air - so filled with blood it stands on its own. his balls heavy and dark and hanging just below. he rises further up on his knees, hugging you between them - you open your mouth to say it back but he says - "don't. wanna hear you say it back when my cocks kissing the back of your throat."

you can do that.