Chapter 119
THE LYCAN KING’S SECOND CHANCE MATE
Itâs bigger than a banana.
Suddenly, the craziest idea pops into my mind, and before I can contemplate if itâs a good or a bad idea, Iâve already turned off the running shower and stooped down before him, my face. looking right at the erect shaft.
I have never done this before, but Iâm sure I can get my way around it. It canât be that hard. âWhat are you doing⦠Fuck!â He moans in pleasure when I circle my right palm around his flesh. It almost doesnât fit. I can see the veins popping and his bright pink tip that looks like itâs going to burst anytime soon. I hold it in place and move my hand forward and backward, stroking it as gently as I can. A transparent fluid licks from the tip and I use it to lubricate the rest of the dick. He lets out a deep sigh that makes me smile.
I feel like I have him in my palms. Like I have the power to make or break him right now.
I brush my thumb over his wet tip and lick my lips. That was just an intro. Iâm about to make this man lose his mind. I let out my tongue and lick the tip of his duck and he trembles hard, I feel it.
âFuuuckk!!â He groans under his breath, grabbing a chunk of my hair. I open my mouth and take his dick in until it reaches my throat and Iâve still not taken it all. With my lips circled, I pull my head outward, circling my tongue over it and I feel the taste of his precum. His grip on my hair is tighter.
His eyes are closed and heâs groaning in a strained voice. He looks like heâs going to transform into a beast soon. I suck out and when I take it in next time, my forward and backward pace increases. I push my hair behind my ears and suck his dick forward, backward, and round like a lollipop. Heâs moaning and shuddering and pulling my hair. I know heâs about to go crazy when he starts controlling my speed. He pushes his dick deeper, farther into my throat, and only stops when Iâm about to gag. Saliva, precum, and all sorts of liquids are leaking out of my mouth and dripping down my lips, but itâs too good to stop. His moans. make me want to eat him even more.
âAshanti.
cries, digging his finger into my hair. âYou are going to make me cum.â
âItâs my umate goal right right now.â He pulls my head away from his dick and makes me look at him. Thereâs a strained scowl on his face. Like heâs in pain. His eyes are as dark as night. With desire.
âYou want to make me cum?â His husky voice questions. I nod like a good girl.
âI want to make you cum.â I whisper and he lets go of my hair. I go back to his dick and take it into my mouth. He doesnât hold back his groan this time around. He screams as I suck on it fast and hard. The moment I feel his load is about to come out, I take it out of my mouth and begin to stroke it with my palm. First comes a loud, strained groan from him, followed by a hot creamy liquid spilling out from his dick, onto my breasts, my face, and anything it falls on.
Iâm smiling with satisfaction as I watch him ejaculate all over my body. Itâs a beautiful sight to behold.
His pleasure. His satisfaction. His vulnerability.
I did that to him.
I made him cum.
Heâs breathing so hard by the time heâs done and when our eyes meet, we both burst into laughter.
âYou are one very bad girl!â
âIâll take that as a compliment.â