He pushes until the dark curls above his cock are against my forehead and the head of him is somewhere I did not know I had room for. Tears spill over and run down my cheeks, hot and shameless, and Zero looks down at me like I’m his own personal wrapped gift.
"Look at you crying for me."
I groan around his cock.
"So pretty.Christ. So fucking pretty when you cry."
He pulls out, slow, and I gasp around the head of him, choke a little, and the noise I make is wet and ragged and his.
He doesn't let me catch my breath.
He pushes back in. Halfway this time. Then out. Then deeper. He's setting a rhythm, watching me, his thumb stroking my wet cheek as he fucks my mouth. He talks the whole time. Filthy, indulgent, marveling.
"Your throat's going to be bruised tomorrow, baby. You know that?"
I can’t answer, I can barely breathe.
"You're not going to be able to swallow anything without thinking about me. Margot's going to ask if you have a cold. And you're going to lie to her again."
I sob around his cock.
"Mm. Yeah. Just like that, baby.Justlike that."
He fucks my throat. Harder. Deeper. My eyes are streaming and my jaw is screaming and my throat is burning and I am hard. I am so painfully hard between my own thighs, untouched, and Zero is watching me kneel for him with tears on my face and he has never, in any version of him I have known, looked more pleased.
"You like this, baby?"
I still can’t answer, but I think that’s his favorite part.
"You like crying for me?"
I nod around him.
"Tell me."
He pulls out. Just to the head. Holds himself in my mouth so I can speak around him.
"...y-yes—"
"What do you like?"
"...I like crying for you."
His hand fists hard in my hair and his head tips back and he groans at the ceiling like a man receiving a benediction.
"Christ, Maxie.Fuck."
He pulls out of my mouth. Drags his thumb across my lower lip, wiping the spit there. I am gasping. My throat aches.
God, I fucking want him so bad.
He drops back down to his knees in front of me. Takes my face in both hands. Kisses me with the taste of his cock still in my mouth. Kisses me deep and slow and his hand goes to the side of my throat where he just was and presses, gently, like he is feeling for the bruise he just put there.
"I'm gonna hurt you a little, baby. You know that, right?"
"...yeah."
"And you want it."
