Free Web NovelChapter 43: First Time Sheathing My Blade In Something That Isn’t Eva(2)
At first, she had wanted to just keep to the little tip as she moved, gently regressing. She slowly worked on his length, her tongue rolling over it while her hand held him firmly. Throughout it all, she maintained eye contact, staring directly at him as she moved her head once more.
It wasn’t just her hands that moved.
Her mouth followed a gentle back-and-forth rhythm, slowly circling on his dick with careful, deliberate motions that never once broke that unwavering gaze.
David could only stare.
His hand seemed to move on its own, slowly rubbing and patting her hair as he watched her continue to suck on just the tip of his length. The sight alone was enough to leave him captivated.
"Can’t... can you take a bit more in?" he asked, his voice quieter than before. "Honestly, it’s light."
She didn’t answer.
Instead, a small smile formed on her lips.
Then, without breaking eye contact, she moved again, taking a little more of his length with each slow bob of her head.
The sensation was exhilarating.
Each movement steadily drove David further, the pleasure continuing to build with every passing second. It reached the point where he genuinely believed this was enough—more than enough.
If someone had told him this was the greatest pleasure he could experience...
...he would have believed them.
Until finally, she pushed forward, taking in all of his length with a heavy gag.
Gag!
A wet, desperate gag burst from Mrs. walbury ’s throat as David’s thick, veined length pushed past her lips, sliding deeper with a slow, relentless force.
Her eyes watered, but she didn’t stop—not even when the tip of his cock nudged the back of her throat, then pressed past it, sinking deeper still.
Inch by throbbing inch, she devoured him, her mouth stretched wide, lips slick with spit, tongue swirling eagerly around the pulsating shaft as it slid in.
The heat of her mouth, the tight, wet suction, the way her throat flexed around him—David felt everything.
A deep, guttural groan slipped from David’s lips, but he didn’t stop her. He couldn’t. The sight of her—bending over, mouth stretched wide around the thick length of his cock—left him paralyzed in raw, aching pleasure.
Her lashes fluttered, tears threatening to spill as she held him there, buried to the hilt. She didn’t pull away. She stayed, trembling, swallowing around his shaft while obscene, wet sounds filled the room.
Then—slowly, sensually—she slid back, letting his slick cock drag along her tongue as she emerged gasping for air. ƒrēewebnovel.com
Gasp
Saliva coated her lips and chin, strings of it still connecting her mouth to his huge cock. Her breaths came in hot, ragged bursts, chest heaving, nipples visibly hard beneath her clothes.
Her cheeks were flushed a deep crimson, her lips swollen and glistening.
One hand drifted down to her breast, fingers curling around the soft flesh as she gave it a needy squeeze. Her thighs pressed tightly together, hips twitching ever so slightly.
’I took it...’ she moaned, voice husky and trembling.
’All of it... fuck... it felt so good. So deep in my throat—I wanted more.’
"God, I can’t even control myself... I feel so helpless—and I love it."
Her voice trembled with lust, her confession raw and unfiltered. She moved with purpose, desire dripping from every word and motion. Then, without hesitation, she leaned in again, lips parting as she took him back in—filling her mouth with a generous portion of his thick, throbbing cock.
Not all of it. But enough to make her lips stretch and her jaw ache in the most delicious way.
Her hands moved with instinctive grace, fingers curling gently around the base of his shaft, softly cupping him as she began to suck.
Her tongue swirled, teasing him with wet, eager strokes, while her hands pumped the rest of his length in sync with the rhythm of her mouth.
He was lost in the way she worshipped him—giving an insane blowjob that left nothing to be desired.
His fingers twitched, aching to pull her hair, to control the rhythm, to feel her choke on him just a little more—but she needed no guidance. She was already at the peak, mastering every pulse, every slick drag, every intoxicating swallow.
Mmmmmmm
Her moans grew louder, fueling him as he continued. Each gag became stronger, more desperate, as she pushed deeper, taking more of him into her mouth. Her eyes remained shut tight, lost in the swirling heat inside her head.
’Oh gosh, oh gosh... his cock feels so incredible in my mouth.’ she thought, breath hitching.
She swallowed harder, stroking him with hands slick from her own wetness, pushing and pulling with relentless hunger.
Time blurred as she continued, again and again, the rhythm hypnotic and savage.
Then, finally, the moment broke over him like a wave. His cock twitched, spasmed, and with a shuddering release, he spilled a fresh thrust of semen into her mouth, warm and endless down her throat.
His body trembled as the last spasm sent his semen spilling into her mouth.
A deep groan escaped him, low and heavy, carrying the weight of everything that had built up inside him. Slowly, he pulled back, releasing his length from her mouth. The room fell into silence almost immediately afterward, broken only by the sound of their uneven breathing.
She didn’t move.
Still kneeling before him, she lifted her eyes to meet his. Their gazes locked together as she swallowed, her expression strangely unreadable. There was no embarrassment, no triumph—only a quiet stillness that lingered between them, making the silence feel heavier with every passing second.
David looked down at her, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
"Well... isn’t that something?" he said, his voice still carrying the strain of his release. "It’s been so long since I’ve had a blowjob. How... how did it feel?"
No answer came.
She simply continued looking at him.
Not a single word left her lips. Not a single expression changed on her face. She only stared, as though trying to understand something she herself couldn’t put into words.
The silence stretched longer.
Long enough to become uncomfortable.
Then, finally, she spoke.
"What have you done to me, David?"
Her voice was quiet, almost absent-minded, as though she were asking herself just as much as she was asking him.
"What do you mean?" David asked, genuinely confused.
She didn’t explain.
Instead, she suddenly stood, grabbed the front of his shirt, and pulled him toward her. Before he could react, her lips crashed against his.
The kiss wasn’t frantic.
It wasn’t desperate.
It was calm.
Dangerously calm.
Her lips moved against his with surprising confidence, slowly drawing him in as though she had already made up her mind. One hand tightened around his shirt while the other found his wrist, pulling him closer until her body was pressed firmly against his.
For a brief moment, David simply stared.
He hadn’t expected that.
The hesitation lasted only an instant.
He was no pussy.
He answered the kiss immediately.
One hand slipped onto her full breast, squeezing it firmly, while the other traveled across the curve of her back. His palm glided over her waist before settling against the protruding curve of her ass. His fingers dug into the soft flesh instinctively, the only barrier between his hand and her skin being the thin fabric of the leggings she wore.
She responded without pulling away.
Her firm chest pressed tightly against him, eliminating what little space remained between their bodies. As their lips continued moving together, her hand slowly wandered across his back, gently rubbing and caressing him with slow, deliberate strokes that carried far more emotion than urgency.
Soft moans escaped her between kisses.
Each quiet sound melted into the next, filling the silence around them while neither seemed willing to break apart first.
Eventually, she did.
Their lips separated only slightly.
She remained close enough for their breaths to mingle, her forehead nearly brushing his as she struggled to steady her breathing. Her cheeks were warm, her chest rising and falling with each slow inhale, yet her eyes never once left his.
"David..." she whispered, pausing only to catch another breath.
"Do... do you want to have sex?"
