Chapter 713: Erupted inside Her Throat

She took him back into her mouth without waiting for an answer.

This time there was no tentative exploration left in her. She sucked harder, messier, cheeks hollowing with every upward pull while one hand stroked the thick base she still couldn’t fully swallow and the other braced against his thigh for leverage.

The wet, greedy sounds of her mouth filled the space between the ironwood trunks without pause.

Feeling it, Sol’s control frayed another notch.

He began meeting her mouth with short, controlled thrusts, fucking her face in a slow, deep rhythm that turned the already filthy noises thoroughly obscene.

Spit ran down her chin in continuous rivulets and dripped onto the moss in dark spots. Her dark hair stuck to her damp cheeks in messy strands.

Every time he pushed a little deeper she took it... throat fluttering around the intrusion, eyes glassy with pure, feral need... never once trying to pull away or slow him down.

The sight of her so completely willing, so eager to be used after already gagging on him, only made the heavy heat in his gut coil tighter.

Contrary to his expectation, he lasted longer than he had thought.

After all, It was her first real blowjob even though it was clumsy in the beginning, but it became increasingly filthy and eager... and it was already so perfect it should have finished him minutes ago.

Yet the climax stayed just out of reach, hovering at the edge while the pressure kept stacking.

Days of pent-up heat fought a losing war against the sheer visual of Zeyra on her knees in the dirt: face thoroughly fucked, spit-slick, dark eyes glassy, worshipping his cock like it was the only thing that mattered in the entire world.

You have to know it was her first time doing this and she was surprisingly already taking him into her throat.

Already moaning around the thick cock.

Already looking up at him through watering lashes like she would rather choke on him than breathe.

The rich, heavy musk of his own arousal mixed with the cleaner scent of her saliva and the faint metallic edge of the precum she kept licking away.

Every time she exhaled through her nose the warm, fragrant puff of her breath washed over his skin.

When she dragged her tongue from base to tip he felt the soft, wet texture of it in perfect detail... the flat press, the slight roughness, the way she lingered at the sensitive edge just under the head as if she couldn’t get enough of the taste of him.

Every wet, filthy detail piled on top of the last.

The way her soft lips stretched shiny and thin around his shaft. The continuous trails of saliva running down her chin. The small, broken sounds she made every time he pushed deeper.

The complete lack of hesitation...no flinching, no pulling away, only greedy, desperate acceptance of whatever he gave her.

All of it... sight, sound, heat, pressure, the filth of it, the eagerness, the raw devotion in the way she sucked him, all of it stacked higher and higher at the base of his spine until the pressure became almost unbearable.

Sol’s jaw locked shut due to sheer pressure. His fingers tightened in her dark hair.

The need to finish down her throat had turned sharp and heavy, coiling tighter with every bob of her head and every flutter of her throat around him, and he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold it back much longer.

The pressure at the base of his spine had become almost painful. Every wet, greedy pull of her mouth, every time her throat constricted around the head, pushed him closer to the edge. His thighs turned rigid. His breath came short and rough.

He could feel the orgasm gathering like a storm about to break... thick, inevitable, and barely held in check by the last fraying threads of control.

But he didn’t want to cum yet, he wanted to enjoy this tight wet heat longer, so he hurriedly pulled free with a wet, filthy pop, Zeyra made a protesting sound and tried to follow with her mouth.

Seeing that desperate little chase finally broke whatever restraint he had left.

Sol fisted both hands in her dark hair, held her head still, and plunged back in... all the way to the absolute depth of her throat in one hard thrust.

His balls once again pressed against her chin and nose smashed against his base.

He stopped there, buried to the root, and simply held her while her throat convulsed and clenched around him in tight, wet spasms.

The heat, the constriction, the frantic flutter of her pulse beat around his cock in a rapid, desperate way, he thoroughly felt every bit of it.

He stayed locked in that perfect, choking depth for several long heartbeats, grinding the last fraction of an inch deeper, enjoying every desperate contraction, as her throat tried and failed to expel the thick intrusion.

Only when her eyes started to water harder and her hands trembled against his thighs did he finally stop holding back.

The last thread of control snapped.

Thick, heavy pulses of cum erupted straight down her throat.

Sol groaned roughly, hips pressed flush against her face, flooding her stomach directly with every hot, forceful spurt while her throat continued to milk him in reflexive spasms.

He kept her locked there through the entire orgasm, feeling the rhythmic contractions pull more seed out of him with each pulse, forcing her to swallow every drop, grinding through the last weaker pulses until there was nothing left to give.

Only then did he ease back, letting his cock slip free of her abused mouth with a wet, filthy sound.

Zeyra collapsed forward against his thighs, coughing, gasping, spit and cum shining on her lips and chin. Her dark eyes were glassy and wrecked, but the hunger in them hadn’t faded in the slightest.

She looked up at him while still trying to catch her breath, throat working as she swallowed the last of what he had pumped into her, and the expression on her face was pure, unhinged satisfaction.

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A.N: Damn, I’m finally able to write and upload. I really thought, I wouldn’t be able to write today since I was hurriedly admitted since last night due to 104.5 F extreme fever and other respiratory complications. But thankfully after tons of IV’s and other medicine, I was able to temporarily regain enough concentration to write and upload.

Anyway, don’t learn bad things from me, take care of your health and do make sure to go out and exercise.