Please Forget Me - Chapter 204

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

The man covered the tip of his p***s with his hand. The grateful expression that said he’d accept anything was gone, replaced by an awkward look as he sat up.

“I think it’s better if I do this for you.”

Probably because when I perform oral on him, I remember the technique I learned from Major and Brigitta. Honestly, I had avoided doing it ever since, knowing it made him uncomfortable.

But how long are we going to live haunted by their ghosts? I looked up, met his eyes, and said,

“You’re the only man I’d do something like this for. You know that, right?”

At that moment, his face softened with gratitude again. He nodded and slowly removed the hand blocking me.

I gently kissed the swollen flesh, as if it were his lips. Even the lightest touch made his whole body twitch.

When I flicked my tongue over the cracked slit, his body froze. Then, when I parted my lips to gently take the swollen flesh in like biting a plum, rough breaths escaped, and his previously stopped breathing resumed.

The moment I took the thick flesh fully into my mouth and sucked sharply…

“Ah!”

Between desperate breaths came a single moan. He still didn’t realize that his vivid reaction showed how much he liked this dirty act of mine.

At first, I went slow. I wrapped my lips around the space between the tip and the shaft, sucked like on a candy, and rolled the flesh with my tongue. Because my tongue movements were slow, he still had room to speak.

“Just… uh, the tip…”

This time he stopped talking, not because my tongue was choking him, but because he was searching for a less vulgar word. Everything visible and felt was filthy beyond words, so it wasn’t easy.

“…I- I like it when you take it in, makes my heart want to burst, so… haah, don’t go too deep…”

His withdrawn hand returned and grasped mine holding the shaft. His fingers, much bigger than mine, wrapped just below the tip. Though meant as a boundary to stop me from going deeper, it always ended up looking like he was handing me over his p***s for me to suck, producing the opposite effect.

‘How naughty.’

At this point, I lost all reason first. I threw away the promise to go slow and began sucking on him greedily like a baby craving its mother’s milk.

“Dana, I…”

Veins bulged in his gripping hand, trembling uncontrollably. Fingers twitched and one by one slipped off the shaft. Seeing the gap, I pushed up the retracted foreskin and wrapped the tip with my lips, shaking my head.

“Slowly, uh…”

His plea for me to slow down stopped abruptly. Neither of us could speak now, and surely he no longer wanted to take it slow either.

Creaking sounds filled the air. If he wanted me to hurry, he could just grab my head and shake it—but this man always shook his own hips instead.

The tip mercilessly rubbed against the inside of my cheek. He caressed the bulge on my cheek made by his tip, with an expression of penitence for his terrible sin. Yet his hips never stopped. Lust flickered wildly in his eyes like flames in a hearth.

“Haa…”

“Ugh…”

“Uh, Dana, please stop now…”

He slid the hand holding the shaft upward, causing my head to tilt back naturally. Approaching climax, he tried to pull out. I pursed my lips, holding tightly, and obediently parted them at his urgent command.

“Take off your bloomers.”

Now he wanted to rub inside me. I wasn’t about to refuse that thrilling pleasure.

“Hurry.”

He blocked the slit at the tip with his thumb and urged me on. Clearly impatient, I couldn’t hide my joy and pulled my bloomers down with a wide smile.

“Ah!”

He was really desperate.

Unable to wait even for the moment I slipped them off my ankles, he knocked me down, spread my legs wide, and aligned himself underneath. So eager was he that his thumb, which had been blocking the opening, pressed inside with the tip.