"I'm –" He gasped, his eyes rolling behind his head.
"I know!" The corner of her lips curled, her tone honied while she continued, watching gasps leave his throat in continuity, until nothing came out.
Throat contracted, body wheezing, his senses were gone. He wasn't even thinking.
Right then, she removed her hand from his cock and left him quivering onto the mattress.
Sharp gasps with slivers of high notes escaped his lips. He whimpered in between those strong gasps and saw the room spinning above him.
He had gotten high on pleasure.
Even if he wasn't thinking, he was still accepting an orgasm — and not receiving it, turned him into a mess.
Into a moaning and whining mess, who just wanted to be touched even for a second to reach an orgasm.
An orgasm was all he needed.
"It's okay." She whispered, her tone evil and laid beside him, pressing her knee to his shrunk stomach, her feet to his quivering thigh, and grasped his head onto her chest, her left hand into his strands and right caressing the poor boy's burning cheek.
"You're fine. You did good. Calm down."
He quickly simmered onto her chest, holding her right arms and whined into her breasts, complaining through those moans.
"Good boy." She whispered, and suddenly he felt as if he had achieved something.
"You did good." She continued. "You deserve a reward." Her fingers continued caressing his head, her chin on his head. "But you've got to do a bit more to earn that."
"You'd earn your reward, right?" She questioned as she lifted his chin with her lazy fingers, and gazed right into his eyes, demanding a dark desire.
He instantly nodded, hypnotized by her eyes, or by his own desires to please her and to feel more, to feel even better than he already was feeling.
"That's what I expected from you." She whispered, caressed his puffed cheek with her right thumb, and planted a soft kiss onto his nose.
She grasped his cock once again, her fingers sticky from his pre-cum. "You've got to hold it in, okay?"
He nodded in her nape, panting.
"Say it, baby. Say, you'll hold it in and be a good boy." She began jerking his cock, gentle and slow, when she caressed his head into her nape.
"I'll – I'll do good …be a good boy. I'll hold it in." He whimpered with the sweetest pitch, causing goosebumps all over her skin. His tone, a deep longing as if his body was not already exposing it.
Her fingers squeezed his cock, and stroked him without mercy, high paced, making him whimper, moan and nuzzle into her nape, his hands holding her like there was nothing else he owned.
"I'm going to cum," He whispered, trembling.
"That's so soon, baby. I know you can hold it in for longer. You can, right?" Her tone should not have to be that sweet, while she was tormenting him like that.
He could not deny her tone, her hand, and her desire. He did not even want to. He just did not know if he could hold his juices in.
"You can do it, baby."
But her sweet tone was making him believe that he could. That he could control himself from oozing out so much sperm.
"Good boy." She whispered while he gasped and moaned, trembling in her arms. "You're doing good." She was relishing his swollen cock and his hard work through all that breathtaking pleasure to hold all his juices in.
"Good boy!" She continued until his cock was trembling her hand like him, until all the nerves on his cock were popping, until he could not create a noise, but gasp into her nape.
"That's it." She said and with the last few strokes, removed her fingers from his cock, watching him whine and tremble as if a truck had hit him.
He cried, not literal tears, as she had wished, and pulled her close to his body as if she was the air he was lacking in his lungs.
He was a movement behind. A moment away from cuming and feeling the ultimate relief. She had taken it away from him and left him crumbling in her arms.
She had driven him to the edge where his sense had finally left him but she was not satisfied, she went on tormenting his cock again and again until she was satisfied with the look on his face, needy and desperate yet dumb, not wanting anything but to orgasm and hear her say, "good boy."
He smiled each time she called him that, and went on further and further, holding all his cum inside his balls. Just for her, just to please her, but somewhere in hopes of finding at least one orgasm.
That was enough. No matter the fact that he did not get to cum after all that torture. He was still happy.
"Are you grateful that I'm pleasing you, like this?" she questioned, and he instantly nodded.
"Say, thank you then."
"Th-thank you!" He whispered, "Thank you so much, Ziya!" He growled, reaching the edge once again.
"Good boy." She whispered and for the last time removed her fingers from his leaking cock, leaving him trembling and moaning. Much worse than before. Much messier than before.
Her fingers soaked with his pre-cum, her skin coated with sweat, she got up from the bed for the box of tissues to wipe the mess he had created onto his thighs, while he trembled as if a broken record, and wriggled on the mattress. A used toy.
She sat back, a grin upon her lips, and cleaned his thighs, watching him staring at her with numb eyes.
"Are you fine?" She questioned and placed his head on her thighs. He instantly nuzzled into her waist and guided her hands onto his head.
"Aww. Was I too rough?" She questioned, her heart quenched but worried for him and massaged his head with care and affection.
He shook his head, in his tenderest state ever. He had never felt like that. Like he was losing himself but he loved it. He loved losing himself for her.
"Do you want a hug?"
Trembling, he sat upon the mattress and hugged her, still twitchy from her touch on his back. "I love you!" She whispered and he felt himself melting once again.
That's all he ever wanted. To be loved by her in all the ways possible.
END OF THE CHAPTER
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