Chapter 41: Stroke it

Dalia had no idea why but she was currently kneeling before Luke, her breathing ragged from whatever he did to her right now, with their lips connected. Right now, her body felt on fire.

Luke rested his hand on her head before telling her, “You know what a cock is, right? Go on, touch mine.”

Dalia didn’t know that term but when she was inches away from his crotch she knew what he meant.

Something big and girthy was outlining his thin pants, a beast ready to be liberated.

She took a strong gulp as she asked, “Why…I have to do this?”

Luke shook his head, “I will stop my sessions if you question me now. Just follow my lead and see how it helps.”

She couldn’t allow him to leave now. Not when she was so frustrated right now. After he violated her mouth and touched her body so…strangely, her lower lips was drenching and ready to explode with another release.

If he left now, she knew she would be too frustrated to even think of anything else.

As such, she tucked her fingers in his waist strip and slowly lowered his pants.

His dick was so hard that it became a little struggle for her to pull it down. But when she did…

“Ah-” a yelp left her lips when the protrudion nearly hit her nose.

“W-Why…is this so huge?” She asked herself.

The only penis she has seen was of her mate’s which was not even half the size of this monster she was currently facing.

Being so close she could see all those thick veins, the slight musky scent and the glistening tip of his throbbing member.

Luke guided her, “Go on, touch it. Slowly.”

Dalia took another deep gulp before raising her hands.

She has never touched it before. She has mated a few times in the past but it was only Lex putting it in her, a few strokes and things ended. She never explored this part of a man’s body before.

Her nervous fingers finally coiled around his heated rod, making her breath hitch in her throat how hot and stiff it was.

Luke hissed in pleasure, her soft, small hands were not able to completely cover his cock and the clumsy hold only made things hotter.

Luke’s hand stayed gentle but firm on the back of her head, thumb brushing slowly along her scalp as though rewarding her for staying put.

“That’s it,” he murmured, voice low and restrained. “Wrap your fingers a little tighter. Slide your hand up… then down. Slow at first. Feel how it moves under your palm.”

Dalia obeyed, cheeks burning. Her grip was uncertain, almost hesitant, but she followed the motion he wanted: long, dragging strokes from the thick base all the way to the swollen head.

Each upward pull made the shaft flex in her hand; each downward slide dragged the silky skin over the rigid core beneath.

A bead of clear fluid welled at the slit and slid down the underside, coating her knuckles.

Her breathing grew shallower. Every time her thumb accidentally brushed over that sensitive ridge just beneath the crown, Luke sucked in a sharp breath and his hips gave the tiniest involuntary twitch.

The reaction sent a fresh, embarrassing pulse straight between her thighs. Her clit felt swollen, aching, and the wet heat gathering there was starting to feel unbearable.

“Good girl,” he praised quietly. “Now use your other hand too. Cup lower. Feel the weight.”

She did. One palm stroked the length while the other carefully cradled his heavy balls, rolling them with hesitant curiosity.

They were warm, drawn tight against his body, and the texture was so foreign that her inner walls clenched hard around nothing.

Luke’s breathing had grown rougher. “Look up at me while you do it.”

Dalia lifted her eyes. His gaze was dark, hungry, almost tender in its intensity. The contrast between that look and the lewd way her hands worked him made her stomach flip.

“Now… taste it.” He tilted her chin higher with two fingers. “Just the tip. Lick the droplet that’s leaking.”

She hesitated, lips parting on a shaky exhale. The musky scent was stronger up close, heady, masculine in a way that made her head swim.

Her tongue darted out—tentative, barely touching—and the salty-bitter flavor burst across her taste buds. She flinched at first, then curiously swept over the slit again, collecting more.

Luke groaned low in his throat. “Fuck. Again. Open a little wider this time.”

She parted her lips and let just the head slip inside, tongue swirling uncertainly around it. The thickness stretched her mouth at once; she could feel the heat of him, the steady throb against her tongue.

Her pussy gave another desperate flutter, slickness now coating the insides of her thighs.

She started to bob—shallow, clumsy—guided by the pressure of his hand.

Not deep, just enough to let her lips seal around the crown while her fist kept pumping the shaft in time.

Wet sounds filled the quiet room: her breathing, the slick glide of skin on skin, his occasional rough exhale.

Her reluctance had melted somewhere between the third and fourth stroke. Now she was chasing the way his thighs tensed, the way his fingers flexed against her scalp, the way his cock seemed to swell even thicker against her tongue.

Her own arousal was a living thing, throbbing in rhythm with her movements, demanding attention she couldn’t give.

Luke’s hips rocked forward once, twice—controlled, but no longer completely still.

“Close,” he warned, voice gravel. “When I tell you, pull back. Keep your hand moving. Point it at your chest.”

Dalia whimpered around him, the vibration making him curse under his breath.

“Now—”

She drew back just in time. Her fist flew faster, slick with spit and precum. Luke’s stomach clenched, a low, guttural sound tore from his throat, and then the first hot rope splashed across the upper swell of her bare breasts.

She gasped, startled by the heat of it. Another thick spurt landed lower, streaking over the curve and dripping toward her nipple.

A third caught the inside of one breast, then a weaker pulse dribbled down her knuckles. The sight of his cum glistening on her skin—marking her—sent a violent shiver through her core. Her untouched pussy clenched so hard she nearly sobbed.

Luke exhaled long and slow, thumb brushing her swollen lower lip. “Look at you,” he rasped, almost reverent. “So fucking pretty like this.”

Dalia could only stare down at the mess he’d left on her chest, heart hammering, body still trembling with unspent need.

The frustration inside her hadn’t disappeared—it had only sharpened into something razor-edged and desperate.

Luke grinned and told her, “Now lay on the bed. We will try something different today.”

••••••

A/N:- A clumsy attempt to make a server. Please join it:

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by NovelKeep