Chapter 714: Her Turn

Sol looked down at the wreck he had made of her.

He reached down and brushed several wet strands of hair away from her face, fingers lingering against her flushed cheek.

His cock remained heavy and half-hard, still twitching with residual pulses, glistening from root to tip with her saliva and his own cum.

His hand moved from her cheek as he cupped her jaw, thumb smearing a thick streak of white across her lower lip before pushing it back between her lips.

"You did so fucking well," he said, voice still rough from the orgasm. "First time and you already took all of it. Swallowed every drop. That felt fucking amazing.""

The praise hit her harder than the rough treatment had.

Zeyra’s eyes brightened at once. A small, almost shy smile pulled at her abused mouth... rare on her usually sharp face. She didn’t answer with dramatic promises.

She just leaned her cheek into his palm for a second, clearly happy she had managed to satisfy him, before looking up again with the same hunger as before, after all it was only he who had orgasmed.

"Since you have made so much mess, shouldn’t you clean it up?" Sol said with a smirk.

Zeyra was confused for a second, before she understood his intention and without any complaint or hesitation, she started moving immediately.

She leaned in and began licking him with careful, thorough attention. Her soft tongue worked slowly from the base upward in long continuous strokes, gathering every trace of spit and leftover cum.

She worked methodically... underside first, then along each side, then the sensitive ridge beneath the head... leaving the skin wet and clean behind every pass.

She paid special attention to the cockhead, her soft lips sealed around it as she sucked with focused pressure, tongue pressing against the slit to pull out the last of the seed still clinging there.

She didn’t rush and took her time, making sure to clean it up properly.

Seeing her being so attentive and careful, Sol couldn’t help sigh, despite the countless dangers, this world was really the best, otherwise where could he find such an attentive lover.

Even though his thoughts were flying around, it didn’t affect the cleaning session.

Halfway through, his cock started to react.

What had been softening against her tongue slowly thickened again. Zeyra felt the change right away.

The length grew heavier and hotter, forcing her to open her mouth wider as it rose back toward full hardness.

She adjusted without complaint, stretching her lips further and working harder to keep cleaning him even as he rose back toward full hardness.

The cockhead pushed against the roof of her mouth. The thick veins became more pronounced under her tongue.

By the time she was still trying to lick the base clean, his cock was already rigid and standing mightily again, even though it was too big for the careful cleaning she had started with.

Sol watched the struggle with dark interest.

When she was still focused on the underside, he suddenly rolled his hips and pushed forward. His cock slid back into the wet heat of her mouth and then deeper, past the soft resistance of her throat in one smooth, continuous thrust.

Zeyra’s eyes widened sharply. A thick wet sound left her as the head forced its way into the tight passage, but this time she didn’t gag in panic.

The earlier round had already taught her body how to take him. She forced herself to relax, breathed steadily through her nose, and let him sink all the way in until her nose pressed against his base once more.

Seeing her take it so perfectly, Sol let out a satisfied sight and gave a few slow, deep humps, grinding inside the tight, rhythmic heat of her throat.

The sensation of her throat was truly addictive... scorching wet constriction, the soft walls fluttering and clenching around every inch in controlled spasms rather than pure panic.

Now that she knew what to expect, Zeyra cooperated instead of fighting the intrusion. Her throat worked around him deliberately, swallowing and tightening in waves that milked his cock with far more precision than before.

Increasing the pleasure even further.

Fully buried, Sol looked down at her and rested a hand on the top of her head, fingers sliding into her damp hair.

"Good girl," he murmured, genuine approval in his voice. "You’re really the best at this."

Zeyra forced her watering eyes upward while his cock was still lodged deep in her throat.

Hearing the undisguised praise made her eyes curve into crescents with clear happiness.

Even with her airway blocked and fresh tears gathering, and her throat stretched obscenely around him, she looked really proud of herself.

She immediately doubled her effort... swallowing around him more deliberately, tongue pressing against the underside of his cock as much as the tight space allowed... trying harder to please him even more.

Even though he was enjoying the tight, wet heat of her throat, Sol didn’t want to spend the entire afternoon only on a blowjob. He still had the rest of her body to explore, and the thought of leaving that untouched felt like a waste.

After a few more slow, deep grinds inside her mouth, feeling her throat work around him one last time, he finally pulled free with a thick, wet sound.

Zeyra stayed on her knees, breathing hard. Her lips were swollen and shiny, chin streaked with spit and the earlier mess. A thin trail of saliva connected her mouth with his cock, before finally breaking.

She looked completely disheveled... hair messy, eyes glassy, chest rising and falling in uneven pulls, yet she didn’t complain or ask for rest.

She simply looked up at him, waiting for next action, leaving herself completely at his mercy.

Sol studied her in silence for a moment.

A relationship was supposed to go both ways. He knew Zeyra well enough to understand she would have been perfectly fine if he simply bent her over right then and took what he wanted without giving anything back.