Chapter 711: Torturous Pleasure

Then slowly she settled into a steady, greedy rhythm... broad, wet swipes of her tongue across that exact spot, over and over, while her soft lips occasionally sealed around the head to suck between licks.

Sol’s breath left him in a harsh exhale.

The sensation was pure, concentrated heaven.

He couldn’t describe this feeling in words, as it was a different kind of pleasure from burying himself in a tight pussy.

Every stroke of her tongue across that hypersensitive edge sent thick pulses of pleasure straight into his gut. It felt like he could cum at any second.

The pressure kept climbing higher and higher with every wet lick, stacking at the base of his spine until his thighs were locked rigid and his fingers had tightened hard in her hair.

Yet no matter how long she worked that spot, no matter how greedily she sucked and stimulated the edge, the orgasm stayed just out of reach.

The denied release only made the pressure build further, heavier, almost unbearable in the best possible way.

It was a pure, focused kind of pleasure that even fucking a pussy simply could not replicate: too precise, too relentless, too perfectly aimed at the exact place that made his vision threaten to white out.

He simply stood there and endured the exquisite torture of that focused attention, neon-crimson eyes half-lidded, jaw clenched, watching every slow circle of her tongue and every wet pull of her lips around the head.

The need to spill across her tongue grew so intense it bordered on pain, yet the climax never came. It only coiled tighter.

Finally he couldn’t take the pleasurable torture any longer.

"Stop the edge," he ordered, voice rough and strained. "Take more of it. Deeper."

Zeyra nodded without ever taking his cock out of her mouth.

She immediately began bobbing deeper on every downward slide, taking more of him inch by inch. The wet, filthy sounds of her mouth grew louder, wetter, filling the quiet space between the ironwood trunks.

Spit kept leaking from the corners of her stretched lips in continuous shiny trails. It dripped from her chin onto the front of her leather top and down onto the moss below in dark spots.

The more length she forced herself to take, the messier she became... and the messier she became, the more she seemed to like it. Soft, eager sounds vibrated around his shaft every time she pushed herself further.

Sol exhaled a long, heavy breath as the razor-edged torture finally stopped and his cock got what it had been aching for.

He now finally had time to savor the broader details.

The heat of her mouth was velvety and scorching, a wet, clinging sleeve of soft flesh that molded around every ridge and vein.

He deliberately pushed the head against the inside of one cheek, watching the soft flesh bulge outward around the thick shape of him, then did the same to the other side just to see the distortion.

The visual of her face reshaped around his cock sent pulse after pulse of blood into his already fully erect length, making it throb heavily against her tongue.

Even though he wanted nothing more than to grab her head and push all the way into the tight heat of her throat, the earnest, focused look on her face while she sucked stopped him.

This was still her first time taking a cock in her mouth like this, and the hungry concentration in her expression was too good to interrupt.

Sol forced himself to ease back and give her control again as he simply stood there and watched.

Her dark eyes lifted to his through her lashes while she worked him. They were almost black with pure need.

She started with slow, deliberate pulls... lips sealed tightly around the shaft just past the head, cheeks hollowing hard as she sucked on the way up, then softening on the way down so more of him could slide deeper.

Each time she rose, her tongue dragged flat along the underside, pressing firmly against the thick vein that ran the length of his cock.

On the descent she relaxed her jaw, took him further, and let the head nudge the soft palate before pulling back again with a wet, clinging suction that made his cock glisten thicker with every stroke.

When she wanted more of the taste she would pause with just the head inside her mouth and work it in tight, focused circles... tongue swirling around the sensitive edge, then pressing against the slit to chase the precum that kept beading there.

The soft, wet sound of that concentrated licking filled the short space between them. Spit pooled under her tongue and leaked out the corners of her lips in thin, shiny trails that ran down her chin.

He didn’t interrupt and let her set the pace while savoring in every filthy detail. He felt that she was really a genius in sex and didn’t really need his guidance.

Maybe it was Veylara’s pressure or maybe it was her obsessive love for him, she really gave her all to satisfy him.

She pushed forward until her lips stretched wide around the middle of his shaft, held there for a second while her throat fluttered against the head, then pulled back with a long, dragging suction that left thick strings of saliva connecting her mouth to his cock.

Sometimes she would bob in short, rapid bursts... wet, messy, almost frantic... before slowing again into long, deliberate swallows that took him as deep as she could manage without gagging.

Every time the head brushed the entrance of her throat she made a small, involuntary sound around him, the vibration traveling straight up his shaft.

Her free hand stayed wrapped around the base she still couldn’t fit, stroking in time with her mouth so that no part of him went untouched.

The combination of tight, wet heat, constant tongue movement, and the wet filth of her spit turned every motion into something thoroughly obscene. She never pulled off completely; even when she needed air she kept the head resting on her tongue, lips softly kissing and sucking at it until she could sink back down again.