Chapter 131
“Ahh, stop! Please, stop!”
Right after climax, his shaft becomes unbearably sensitive.
Moablon had once mentioned using this to her advantage, stimulating a man’s overly sensitive body to extract more from him after release.
While Ashtel hadn’t intended to go that far, she still wanted to provide an intense sensation.
So even after Payne had just finished, she didn’t stop her caresses.
Instead, she used the mess at the tip to prolong his stimulation without pause.
“Ugh! Ahhh! Nghhh!”
Ashtel found herself momentarily captivated by Payne’s heaving chest. He had forgotten to cover himself with the blanket, gripping the sheets tightly as his hips jerked uncontrollably.
The sounds he made—whether they could be called moans or cries—filled the room.
He tried to push Ashtel’s hands away, even closing and opening his thighs in desperation.
“Ah! Ah! Ahhh!”
His second climax approached rapidly. This time, however, as Payne’s body trembled with his hips thrusting upward, he glanced down to see the gauze unmoving, and his breaths came in ragged gasps.
Ashtel was watching him with a sly smile.
“What are you…?”
He had been about to urge her to continue almost instinctively, but he quickly shut his mouth and turned his flushed face away, utterly mortified.
‘What is wrong with me?’
He bit his lip, glaring at her with sharp eyes. Just then, Ashtel’s hands resumed with great force.
She pressed against the reddened tip with both hands, moving the gauze back and forth at a brisk pace. Payne froze, like a prey animal caught in a trap, unable to resist the overwhelming, torturous pleasure.
Every wave of sensation while holding back his climax was too much to bear.
“Ahh, nghhh, stop, please!”
At last, Payne begged in desperation with his face flushed bright red.
“Stop, please! Sue, I’m begging you!”
Sue. It had been a long time since she’d heard that affectionate nickname.
Though she had no intention of stopping, Ashtel felt an odd mix of satisfaction and delight.
With a soft smile, she traced slow semicircles with her thumb and asked, “Does it feel bad?”
“Yes, it feels awful!”
“Really? But Payne’s body says otherwise—it’s begging for more.”
Ashtel gently pinched the gauze between her fingers and lifted it carefully. A sticky string of fluid stretched, creating a transparent web-like film.
Breaking through the barrier, she pressed lightly against the tip of his flushed member, teasing the sensitive opening with deliberate motions.
Even the slightest stimulation made Payne gasp as though a jolt of electricity had run through him.
“Ah… ngh…”
His half-open mouth looked as though it might start drooling at any moment. Eventually, with his eyes tightly shut, he made a desperate decision to choose the lesser evil amidst the haze of overwhelming sensations.
“Not with the cloth… just… just use your hand, please.”
“Really?”
Ashtel’s eyes widened in surprise.
She glanced between the gauze and Payne’s trembling shaft before wrapping her soft hand around the base. A drawn-out groan escaped his lips, and though his body shook in embarrassment, Payne managed a small nod.
“If you keep rubbing just the tip… it starts to hurt.”
The shame of saying such words was almost unbearable. Yet, if he didn’t speak up, he felt he wouldn’t be able to withstand the relentless stimulation.
He couldn’t afford to lose himself and pounce on Ashtel in a rut again—it had happened enough times already. Another episode like that, and he wouldn’t be able to face Katzel ever again.
“Ugh!”
Then Ashtel suddenly took his slick, sensitive member into her mouth. His body tensed, and without warning, he climaxed again.
This time, thinner streams of release splashed against the roof of her mouth and spread inside.
The sensation was so sharp and electrifying that he forgot everything else. Payne’s head was thrown back as he let out a primal cry toward the ceiling.
Then, hearing the long slurping sound, he flinched in shock and pushed at Ashtel’s head.
“Stop! Please, let go!”
“Mmm, but Payne, you love this, don’t you?”
She teased, rolling her tongue around the tip as if savoring a piece of candy before releasing him. Then, like a soft kiss, her lips trailed down the length of his shaft.
The visual stimulation alone was unbearable. Ashtel was right—this was the act he loved most.
And precisely because of that, it was the one he hated the most.
“No, stop, I can’t—ah…!”
The mounting sensation of climax rising again, all because of Ashtel sucking on him.
“Ah, ngh, mm!”
Payne finally let out a series of breathy, trembling cries and he buried his face in his hands and shook.
Even after climaxing countless times, his p–is showed no signs of calming down. It seemed ready to spill again.
Then, as Ashtel continued sucking, she began trailing her right hand along the inside of his thigh, gently brushing against his rear entrance.
Payne’s body tensed, and he let out a panicked protest.
“Wait, ngh, not there!”
But by this point, his resistance was futile. Ashtel had no intention of stopping.
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