[BL] CRAVING HIM: Addicted to His Voice-Chapter 312: Giving All Confession, Climax, Connection

Chapter 312: Chapter 312: Giving All Confession, Climax, Connection

~Zayn’s POV~

I bit my lip, my breath catching in my throat. I looked at him, my desire overwhelming my earlier frustration. "God knows I want you to ruin me and go deeper until I feel your dick in my throat."

Jaxon let out a rough, choked sound, a mix of relief and adoration. "Oh, good boy. That’s why I love you, silly... You are just too perfect for me."

The simple praise was all the permission I needed. I gently started taking off my clothes while Jaxon swiftly undressed, his eyes burning with desire. His fully erect cock stood ready, a heavy declaration of his arousal.

He lay back on the bed, watching me as I walked toward him. His body tensed in anticipation, desire burning in his eyes.

"Come here," he murmured. "Put my cock in your mouth first. Let Daddy feel those lips."

But I was already too hungry for him. I leaned in, my voice low and shameless.

"I want your cock in my throat, Daddy. I’ve been craving it."

Jaxon stood up instantly. "Go on your knees," he commanded. I obeyed, and he guided his huge cock to my waiting mouth.

"Feel my cock in all your body, baby," he instructed, his voice low and commanding. His hands cupped my head. "Let it be your medicine to heal."

I smiled, eager to please. He started thrusting into my mouth slowly. "F*ck, silly..."

"Slowly go deeper," I pleaded, struggling to speak. "Fuck my throat. I love feeling your cock in my throat."

Jaxon groaned. "Come on, baby, suck me good."

"Come on, fuck, I’m yours," I moaned back, pulling him deeper.

"Suck it, baby, taste my dick, please."

I pulled him in deep, worshipping him. "Thank you," he gasped, right there. "Just keep sucking me," he demanded.

He thrust his cock down my throat, pinning my head with a hard grip. I felt him fully, the base of his shaft pressing against my chin. He thrust three times, stealing my breath, but God, that was exactly how I loved it.

"Swallow all of me," Jaxon urged. I responded by sucking him even deeper.

"There you go, right there, honey, please don’t stop."

Jaxon pulled out, breathing hard. "It’s time I f*ck you, honey."

He lifted me off the floor and gently laid me down in the center of the bed.

He held me high. "Raise your f*cking legs, silly," Jaxon said.

I spread my legs wide, breathing hard, already begging before he was even near me. "Please, fuck already!"

Jaxon raised my legs, his fingers finding my wet entrance. "Show me that butt of yours. I want to see the entrance." He slid two fingers inside, a gentle, probing rhythm.

"Fuck me, baby, yes, please, fuck... just right there, please go on!" I cried, his fingers were working deep inside me, and I raised my knees higher. He wrapped his hand around my cock and began stroking.

"Come on, honey, let me hear your voice," Jaxon urged.

"Oh, yeah, fuck!" I moaned. He removed his hand, gently sliding a pillow under my back, then kissed me deeply, sucking my damn neck and my nipples. I couldn’t take the teasing. "Please, baby, just fuck me!"

"Relax, silly," he chuckled.

"Please, fuck me!" I begged, my patience gone.

With one smooth, powerful move, he raised my legs again and thrust fully inside me.

I groaned, a raw, guttural sound. "Uhh... Damn, I feel that."

"I’m going to ruin you," Jaxon whispered, his voice dark and possessive.

"Yes, sir, please fuck me, Daddy, deeper!" I held his hips, pulling him tight to ensure the deepest penetration.

As he began thrusting, I locked my hands on his butt, urging him down onto me. "Baby, please, deeper! Fuck me with no mercy, please, Jaxon!"

"Oh, honey, fuck me, sweetheart. I’m going to ruin the inside of you," he promised.

"Please do that, Daddy, ruin me inside! Fuck me deep inside!" I moaned.

Jaxon grabbed my legs, his rhythm growing harder and deeper.

"Oh, yeah, fuck me, please don’t you stop! Harder, please! Uhh!" I groaned, totally lost in the sensation.

"You are such a good fucker, Jaxon. I love how you fuck me." The praise was raw, instinctual. "How many men have fucked you so good like this?"

"Please," I moaned, trying to push the subject away. Focusing on the pleasure. "F*ck me." I struggled for a reply. "Please, don’t ask me, just focus on me."

"I just wanna know," he said, the curiosity driving him. "I’m not judging you, silly."

I relented, needing to be honest. "I’ve had several encounters, but you are the second I will give all myself to like this."

"Who is the first?" Jaxon demanded, his thrusts pausing.

"Please, let’s not talk about him," I pleaded.

He slammed inside me, harder than before. "Answer me, honey. I want to know."

"I’m sorry," I whispered, tears pricking my eyes from the emotional memory. "But I can’t say anything."

"Is he that good? I want an honest answer," Jaxon demanded, his body rigid above me.

I opened my eyes and looked at Jaxon’s face, the conflict written all over it. He slammed inside me again.

I groaned. "Uhhh, fuck, baby!"

"Answer me." he roared.

I hugged Jaxon tightly. "Please, just fuck me."

"Is he that good?" he repeated, his demand now desperate.

I knew I couldn’t lie. I finally replied honestly, unable to withhold the truth. I took a deep breath. "He’s so good, so good to be real. He’s strong and has the energy I want in a man. His natural strength went for hours."

"Tell me more details," he insisted, slowing his pace slightly.

I told him to stop, but he repeated, "I want to know."

I explained simply. "We both fucked like we hated each other. We were young; I was just eighteen and he was nineteen. He f*cked me so good that anytime I remember how he f*cked me back then, I still feel it inside me, those spots he thrust into. But he never wanted me, Jaxon. I don’t blame him, I was wrong too."

The barrier finally broke. Tears spilled down my cheeks, hot and relentless. "He just couldn’t love me," I whispered, my voice cracking. "But I wanted more from him. I wanted him to love me. And when he couldn’t... Jaxon, I cheated on him."

Shame twisted in my chest as the words tumbled out.

"I still hate myself for it. I cheated with another guy, inside his house, while he was high on drugs. He noticed it, but I denied everything. Why did I cheat? I kept asking myself that, especially since he was clearly better than the one I was cheating with. But I didn’t stop. Because we were both toxic."

I wiped my face, though the tears kept coming. "Anytime we fought, I ran straight to the other guy. Even when he finally found out I’d cheated, he never confronted me. He just kept it inside."

I swallowed hard, my voice trembling with bitterness and sorrow.

"Jaxon... it wasn’t because I cheated that he couldn’t love me. He just couldn’t love me at all. All he ever wanted was sex. I was his sex slave, and yes, I enjoyed the fantasies back then because they felt good. But outside of sex and talking about money, he had nothing else to give."

The confession cut deeper as it continued to spill out.

"He made the sex so constant, so anticipated, we did it every single day without a break. If we weren’t in class, we were in bed. That was all we ever did. But I wanted love too. I wanted something real. And he just... couldn’t give it to me."

I choked on a sob. "But finally, it ended because his father caught us."

"Enough," Jaxon said, his voice instantly softening.

He reached out, his voice gentle but firm. "Stop talking about him," he repeated softly. "I just wanted to know," he murmured.

His eyes softened, full of compassion. "Nicki, I’ll never judge you for your past. I’m ready for you, I’ll do anything for you, love you, give you everything you ever wanted from him. But you have to listen to me. If I tell you not to do something... like smoking, or some other things... You have to listen. Okay?"

I nodded, utterly broken but deeply loved. "Okay."

He leaned down and kissed my forehead, wiping the tears from my face. "I love you, my sweet one."

"I love you too," I murmured.

He cleaned my tears away with his thumb. "Focus on Daddy now, okay?"

I smiled, a genuine, tear-streaked smile. "Okay."

Then, he slammed into me, resuming the powerful rhythm, but now it was different, it was love, passion, and healing all wrapped into one ferocious, beautiful motion.