Chapter 40
Everything was foreign, down to the sharp tang that stung her nose, but to Tina, even that strangeness felt like wonder.
Then, as though handling a precious gem, Tina carefully extended her arm and placed her hand on him.
“Haah.”
When she glanced upward, she could see Cain watching her without looking away, the faintest curve on his lips. His eyes held a gentle light, as though inviting her to do whatever she pleased.
Encouraged, Tina began to stroke him in earnest, pressing firmly. Her touch was hopelessly clumsy, but that very artlessness only set him further ablaze.
The harder she stroked, the thicker the fluid beading at the tip became. Standing rigidly at attention, leaking shamelessly, like something being punished. The sight was obscene.
‘I want to taste it.’
The thought came to Tina as she watched the viscous fluid gather. Cain always drank greedily from between her legs, lapping up everything that flowed as though it were the elixir of life. She wondered if his tasted the same. Would it be sweet and addictive, too?
Tina watched the composure slowly drain from Cain’s face, then cautiously extended the tip of her tongue. Without any warning, she pressed it flat against the shaft and dragged it upward in one long, slow stroke.
“Haah.”
At that, Cain, who until now had been slowly stroking Tina’s hair in what felt like quiet praise, unconsciously fisted a handful of it. But when she startled and tried to pull away, the grip in her hair loosened at once.
‘Because of me.’
And so Tina could feel it. Cain was reacting entirely to her, following her every move. This enormous man had lost his composure from nothing more than her touch. That pleased her. A thin shiver traced down the back of Tina’s neck.
Emboldened further still, Tina wrapped her lips around the head. The girth was so much that she couldn’t fathom how she had ever taken it inside her, just this much already filled her mouth to its limit.
When she carefully applied suction, it twitched and trembled in her mouth. The swollen tip was now oozing thick, viscous fluid without restraint.
“Haah, mmn.”
As Tina unwittingly let moans spill while she worked, she felt drawn by some impulse to reach up and tentatively touch the lower shaft with her fingers.
“No hands. Heh, just your mouth.”
Cain stopped her firmly. The lips that spoke appeared unhurried, but the gaze looking down at her burned hot enough to ignite.
“Mmnh.”
Tina whimpered, disappointed that her hands had been denied.
She needed her hands to draw out more of Cain’s reactions. Her small mouth alone couldn’t possibly be enough.
The thought made her sulk.
So instead of her hands, she took him deeper into her mouth. If she couldn’t use her fingers, then she would take as much of him as she could. What had only pressed against the roof of her mouth now pushed in further until it filled her throat.
“Haah. Slrp— ngh.”
Tina clenched around what had entered her throat and used her tongue to draw the hot shaft deeper still. The act was frantic and artless, like a child terrified of having a new piece of candy snatched away.
Soon she was rocking her hips in a languid rhythm as she swallowed him down.
It felt so good. Cain fisting her hair until it was a tangled mess felt good. Cain tilting his head back, struggling to bear the mounting tide of sensation felt good. The gentle thrusts nudging the back of her throat, all of it felt so impossibly good.
‘He’s like this because of me.’
And so, lost in that satisfaction, Tina closed her eyes and focused solely on what she was doing, forgetting even to breathe as she clenched and clenched around his shaft with her throat—
“…Damn.”
Suddenly Cain seized her small head and drove himself deep into the back of her throat.
“Gkh— hff.”
The abrupt pressure forced a choked moan and a gasp from Tina’s lips. He was pushing in past the point her body could physically accept, forcing himself deeper. The sensation of the thick girth striking the back of her throat was a sharp, stinging ache.
With his eyes shut, Cain rocked his hips with abandon in the tight confines of her mouth.
“Hah! Mm— gkh… ah.”
Unable to draw a proper breath, Tina’s eyes rolled back on their own.
“Ngh.”
And then, just when she felt he couldn’t possibly go any deeper, the climax hit. A hot, white burst of release shot deep into the back of her throat.
“Hngh.”
Only after Tina had swallowed everything that had spilled down her throat could she finally pull her mouth free of him.
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