Chapter 32: Another Try?
The moment his strained moan escaped, her eyes fluttered open, wide with surprise.
She hesitated, as if contemplating pulling away, but Mikey's hands moved on faster than she could, fingers tightening in her hair, keeping her in place. His control slipped—his hips took over, thrusting into the warmth of her mouth with desperate urgency, chasing the inevitable release.
His cock throbbed violently, each pulse sending shockwaves through his body as the pleasure reached its peak. And then—ecstasy.
A guttural groan tore from his throat as he came, his release surging forward in thick, hot spurts, filling her mouth completely. His body trembled with each pulse, his cock twitching wildly, spilling every last drop as he continued his erratic thrusts, drawing out every ounce of pleasure until he was utterly spent. Finally, he stilled, chest rising and falling, fingers loosening their grip, his entire body humming with the aftershocks of release.
A deep, satisfied sigh slipped from his lips as he finally released his grip on her head. The moment he did, he caught the sharp glint of annoyance in her eyes.
Without hesitation, she pulled away, parting her lips to spit his cum onto the floor, her expression a mix of frustration and something unreadable.
She wiped the remnants from her lips with the back of her hand, her gaze flicking up to meet his once more—dark, unreadable, and laced with silent reprimand.
"Hmph... so...that's it?" she muttered, arching a brow as she wiped her lips.
His body was still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure, his breaths heavy and uneven, pure satisfaction washing over him.
"...What?" he asked, blinking rapidly, his post-climax haze quickly giving way to disbelief.
"What do you mean, ' is that it?'" He propped himself up slightly. His exhausted brain struggled to process the sheer audacity of her words. Was she expecting a round two already? Wasn't there supposed to be some kind of cooldown period? A post-game analysis, at least? Or so he thought.