もののけ | monster | soshiro hoshina (Kaiju No. 8) (COMPLETE)

ごじゅうはち | fifty eight

もののけ | kaiju | monster

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[A lengthy chapter ahead]

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Soshiro

A SLOW, WICKED GRIN SPREAD across my lips as I watched her, the sight of my woman between my legs, her mouth working its way up the length of my shaft, sending shivers of pure pleasure through my entire body. The way her tongue flicked out to graze along the base, then slowly, teasingly, moved upward until it reached the swollen tip—l had to bite down on my lower lip to keep from groaning out loud.

She was driving me wild, and she knew it.
The way she moved, the way she licked and sucked, it was like she was deliberately teasing me, drawing out every ounce of pleasure she could. My hand found its way to the strands of her hair that were falling into her face, blocking my view. I couldn't have that. I needed to see everything, to watch every moment of this exquisite torture.

Gently, I pushed the hair behind her ear, my fingers lingering on the soft strands for a moment before I cupped her cheek. My thumb brushed lightly against her skin, feeling the warmth of her cheek as I looked down at her, my eyes half-lidded, like a man lost in a drunken haze. God, she was giving me such a good head, and the sight of her—her lips wrapped around me, her eyes half-closed in concentration—it was almost too much.

I watched closely as she took just the tip into her mouth, sucking gently, teasing me with just enough pressure to drive me to the edge of madness. My breath hitched, a deep, guttural sound escaping my throat as I felt the wet heat of her mouth around me. It wasn't even all of me, just the tip, but it was enough to send shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body.

Every nerve was on fire, every inch of my skin tingling with anticipation. My entire body was burning, the heat of our shared desire threatening to consume me entirely. The only sounds in the room were the wet, rhythmic sucking of her mouth and my ragged breathing, echoing off the walls, filling the space between us.

"Fuck, Kiyomi..." I groaned, my voice barely more than a breath as I fought to keep my composure. But it was a losing battle. The way she was working me, the way her tongue swirled around the tip, the way she took me in just a little deeper each time—it was driving me insane.

My hand slid from her cheek to the back of her head, my fingers tangling in her hair as I gently guided her movements, not pushing, but urging her to take me deeper. "Just like that, baby," I whispered, my voice low and rough, as I felt her lips slide down further along my shaft. "Take it all... you're doing so fucking good..."

My grip on her hair tightened slightly as I felt her take me deeper, her mouth stretching to accommodate me. The sensation was overwhelming, the wet heat of her mouth, the way her tongue moved against me—it was almost too much to bear. I could feel the tension building in my gut, the pleasure colling tight inside me, ready to snap at any moment.

My brows knit together as I watch Kiyomi take me even deeper, her lips sliding down my length until I can feel the tip of my cock hitting the back of her throat. The sensation sends a sharp jolt of pleasure through me, but it's the sight of her struggling, the way she gags slightly as she tries to take me in, that really gets to me.