Free Web NovelChapter 212: Morning Worship (R-18)
Stan was having a nice good sleep when his senses was suddenly flooded with warmth.
A slow, wet, luxurious warmth wrapped around the head of his cock, accompanied by gentle suction and the soft glide of a tongue.
The sensation was so exquisite it pulled him gradually from the depths of sleep, like emerging from a warm ocean into sunlight.
His body stirred before his mind fully woke, hips twitching faintly, a deep, pleasurable throb pulsing through his groin as blood rushed downward, hardening him further in the wet heat enveloping him. freёwebnoѵel.com
A low, unconscious groan escaped his throat. His fingers flexed against the mattress as the dreamy pleasure sharpened, drawing him closer to the surface of awareness.
Whatever was happening felt too good to be real... yet the slick, rhythmic pull continued, deliberate and hungry, coaxing him steadily awake.
Slurp
Slurp
Slurp
Slurp
Soft, rhythmic sounds filled the quiet bedroom: the faint, slick noises of lips and tongue working lovingly, mixed with occasional gentle humming that vibrated pleasantly around his shaft.
A delicate hand was stroking the base of his cock in slow, twisting motions, while another gently cupped and massaged his balls with tender care.
Stan’s drowsy eyes finally fluttered open.
The morning light filtering through the curtains cast a soft golden glow over the scene. Sophie was between his legs, completely naked, her beautiful body curved gracefully as she worshipped him with her mouth.
Her full lips were stretched around his thick cock, sliding up and down with devoted care.
Her eyes lifted to meet his the moment he woke, sparkling with love, mischief, and desire. She pulled back slightly, letting the head of his cock rest on her tongue as she stroked him firmly with one hand, twisting at the top with a gentle squeeze.
"Good morning, my love," she whispered huskily, her voice soft and intimate, before leaning down to swirl her tongue slowly around the sensitive head, tracing every ridge with loving attention.
Stan let out a low, sleepy groan, his hand instinctively moving to thread through her hair.
"What a bad girl you are, Sophie..." he murmured, voice rough with sleep and growing arousal. "Waking me up like this..."
Sophie smiled around his cock, her eyes never leaving his as she took him deeper into her warm, wet mouth again.
She sucked him lovingly, hollowing her cheeks while her hand continued its steady, twisting strokes along the length she couldn’t fit. The combination of her soft lips, swirling tongue, and firm hand created waves of intense pleasure that radiated through his entire body.
"Mmm..." she hummed, the vibration traveling straight down his shaft. She pulled off for a moment, kissing the underside of his cock tenderly before licking a slow stripe from base to tip. "I couldn’t help myself. You were sleeping so peacefully... but this part of you was already so hard and eager for me. I woke up missing your taste... missing the way you feel in my mouth."
Stan’s hips twitched involuntarily as she took him back in, sucking deeper this time, her head bobbing with slow, sensual rhythm.
The feeling was incredible, wet heat, perfect pressure, and the emotional warmth of her gaze locked on his. Every stroke of her tongue felt like a declaration of love.
"That’s very thoughtful of you," he groaned softly, gently guiding her head as she worked him. "Waking up to your beautiful mouth like this... fuck, Sophie. I love you."
She pulled off again with a soft pop, stroking him steadily with both hands now, twisting in opposite directions while placing wet, open-mouthed kisses along his shaft.
"I love you more," she whispered, eyes full of affection. "I love taking care of you. After everything you went through last night... after how hard you loved me... I wanted to make you feel good first thing in the morning. Is this okay, my love? Does my mouth feel good?"
"It feels incredible," Stan breathed, watching her with dark, loving eyes. "You look so beautiful right now. Your lips wrapped around me... those eyes looking up at me. You’re perfect, Sophie."
Encouraged, she dove back down, taking him as deep as she could, her throat relaxing around him.
One hand continued stroking the base while the other gently rolled his balls, sending sparks of pleasure shooting up his spine.
Stan’s fingers tightened slightly in her hair, not forcing, just holding her with tender possession as she worshipped him.
Sophie moaned around his cock, clearly enjoying every second. She pulled back again, breathing a little heavier, a thin string of saliva connecting her lower lip to the glistening head of his dick. freēwebnovel.com
"Tell me what you like," she whispered seductively, still stroking him slowly. "Do you like when I suck you like this?" She demonstrated by taking him deep again, humming lovingly. "Or when I focus here?"
Her tongue flicked rapidly against the sensitive spot just beneath the head.
"Both," Stan groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. "Everything you do feels like heaven. You’re not just my bad girl and my good girl... you’re my perfect girl. The way you love me... it’s everything."
Sophie’s eyes softened with emotion even as she continued pleasuring him. She alternated between long, deep sucks and playful, teasing licks, occasionally pulling off to whisper sweet, filthy words.
"I love your cock," she murmured, kissing the tip. "I love how it throbs for me... how it fills my mouth... how it feels when you cum down my throat. But mostly... I love that it’s yours. That I get to wake up next to you and do this because you’re mine."
Stan sat up slightly, propping himself on one elbow so he could better watch her. He reached down and caressed her cheek with his thumb while she continued sucking him with devoted passion.
"Come here for a second, baby," he said softly.
Sophie crawled up his body, still holding his cock in her hand, and kissed him deeply. Their tongues met in a slow, loving dance, and morning tenderness. When she pulled back, she smiled against his lips.
"I’m not done with you yet," she whispered playfully, sliding back down and resuming her worship. This time she took him deeper, using her hand and mouth in perfect sync, building a steady, pleasurable rhythm.
Stan’s breathing grew heavier, his hand gently stroking her hair as waves of warm, tingling pleasure rolled through his body.
"You’re going to make me cum if you keep going like that," he warned lovingly, though his hips were starting to move subtly in time with her mouth.
Sophie looked up at him with pure adoration, never stopping her movements. "That’s exactly what I want, my love. I want to taste you. I want to feel you let go in my mouth. Let me take care of you, Stan. Let your good girl, your bad girl, make you feel amazing."
