Chapter 98: The Real Beginning
Dina’s hands slid up, grasping Steve’s thighs as if clinging to stability in the chaos of sensation. Her fingers tightened, not in protest, but in need—searching for something to anchor herself to as he moved deeper.
Above her, Steve’s hands were tangled in her hair, holding it back with a firm grip that gave him full control. His fingers curled tightly, guiding her head, keeping her exactly where he wanted her.
He groaned low in his throat, hips rolling forward with increasing urgency.
Every thrust into her mouth was deeper, wetter, more desperate. The lewd sounds of her throat being filled echoed around them—slurp after slick slurp, broken only by his ragged breathing and the guttural sounds that escaped his lips.
Her saliva was everywhere now, spilling down her chin, coating his shaft in a warm, glistening sheen. And still, she took him—again and again—as his cock slid across her tongue and down her throat in smooth, hungry strokes.
Her eyes fluttered shut, lashes trembling as she began to adjust, her body instinctively syncing with the rhythm of his hips. She opened her mouth wider, letting her jaw loosen, welcoming the weight of him as he plunged in over and over. Her lips stretched to accommodate every inch, her tongue gliding along the underside of his shaft, tracing him, teasing him with every pass.
Steve could barely hold back. The way her mouth wrapped around him, the heat, the pressure, the eager surrender—it was intoxicating. He thrust faster, harder, driven by the sight of her so willingly giving herself to him, the sounds of her messy devotion fueling his desire.
He didn’t stop. He couldn’t. His pace quickened, unrelenting, as he lost himself in the feel of her mouth—tight, slick, perfect—wrapped around his throbbing cock.
As Steve thrust into her mouth, his pace relentless, her breasts bounced with each motion, the rhythm of their movement matching the force of his hips.
Her body trembled beneath him, reverberating with every deep stroke. His grip tightened, fingers threading into her hair, holding her in place as the pressure inside him built to a breaking point.
A pulse surged through him—hot, electric—then release. The first wave spilled into her mouth, thick and urgent. He groaned, his body jerking involuntarily as more followed, each spurt making her gag and swallow against the onslaught. Still, he didn’t let go. He held her firm, hips bucking faster, lost in the heat of the moment.