Gon's Harem System
Chapter 111: Dina’s sucking (18+)

Chapter 111: Dina’s sucking (18+)

And honestly, Gon didn’t mind.

Now, as she knelt beside him on the rug, her fingers deft and teasing, he felt no urge to complain about the direction things were heading.

Dina’s hazel eyes glinted with mischief as she rubbed her hand around the tip of his rod, her touch deliberate and knowing.

She had two reasons for the slow, circling motion: one, she wanted to coax those low, shuddering sounds from him, to see the way his jaw tightened with pleasure; and two, she intended to use the slickness gathering at the tip as a natural lubricant for what was to come.

Her fingers slid with practiced ease, spreading the precum down the length of his rod, coating it in a thin sheen that made her hand glide smoothly as she moved up and down in a steady rhythm.

The warmth of her palm against him was electric, each stroke sending a jolt through Gon’s frame that made his breath hitch in his throat.

She began to milk his rod more deliberately now, her grip firm but not harsh, her pace slow and teasing as she worked him with a handjob that felt like a dance, each motion calculated to draw out his pleasure without pushing him over the edge too soon.

Gon’s head tipped back against the chaise, his eyes half-lidded as the sensation washed over him, a tide of heat pooling low in his gut.

"Ohhh... Uhmm... Ohh," he moaned, the sounds spilling from his lips unbidden as she dragged her palm across the sensitive underside of his rod, her fingers tightening just enough to make his hips twitch involuntarily.

He was rock hard now, his rod straining under her touch, the tension in his body coiling tighter with every stroke until it felt like he might burst at any moment.

Dina noticed the way his breathing grew ragged, the faint tremor in his thighs, and a sly smirk curled her lips as she met his gaze.

"Get up," she said, her voice low and commanding, cutting through the haze of pleasure fogging his mind.

Gon blinked, momentarily thrown by the shift in tone. "Huh?" he asked, his voice rough and dazed, as if he’d misheard her through the pounding of his own pulse.

"Get up, let’s go to the bed," Dina clarified, her smirk widening as she gave his rod a gentle squeeze, just enough to make him groan before she released him.

"Oh," Gon said, the word more a grunt than anything else as clarity returned.

He climbed off the chaise with a slight wobble, his legs unsteady beneath him as the lingering heat of her touch pulsed through him.

Dina rose with him, her hand still wrapped loosely around his rod, guiding him across the short distance to the bed with a playful tug that kept him on edge.

The cool air of the room brushed against his heated skin, a sharp contrast to the warmth of her grip, and he couldn’t help the shiver that ran down his spine.

As soon as they reached the bed, a sturdy wooden frame piled with a faded quilt and a scattering of lumpy pillows, Dina’s grin turned wicked. "Sit down," she said, her tone leaving no room for argument.

Gon obeyed wordlessly, sinking onto the edge of the mattress, the quilt rough against the backs of his thighs as he settled.

His eyes never left her, tracking the way her black and green hair caught the lamplight as she knelt between his legs, her hands resuming their work on his rod with a renewed intensity that made his breath catch.

Dina’s fingers moved with a steady rhythm now, stroking him with a skill that sent sparks dancing behind his eyes.

Then, without warning, she bent low, her breath warm against his skin as she began to suck on the sensitive skin beneath his rod, her lips and tongue teasing in a way that made his entire body tense.

"Ohh... Uhmm... Ahh," Gon moaned, the double sensation of her mouth and hand overwhelming, a twin assault of pleasure that had him gripping the edge of the mattress to anchor himself.

The heat of her mouth around his balls was maddening, each gentle pull sending a jolt straight to his core, while her hand continued its relentless pace, gliding slickly along his rod.

She varied her rhythm deliberately, speeding up and slowing down to keep him guessing, ensuring he couldn’t settle into the sensation long enough to tip over the edge.

Her lips worked with a careful precision, sucking and teasing while her hand moved in tandem, the combination keeping him teetering on the brink without letting him fall.

Gon’s head tipped back, his moans growing louder, more desperate, as he fought to keep some semblance of control over the pleasure threatening to consume him.

After a few torturous minutes, Dina finally pulled back from his balls, her lips leaving him with a soft pop that made him groan in protest.

"It was just starting to feel good," he said, his voice rough with a mix of frustration and need, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath.

Dina smirked, her hazel eyes glinting with a playful challenge as she wiped her lips with the back of her hand.

"It’s about to feel even better," she promised, her voice a low purr that sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through him.

Then, maintaining eye contact with a gaze that burned with intensity, she descended on his rod, her lips parting as she took him into her mouth.

The warmth of her enveloped him, a slick heat that made his vision blur at the edges as she began to suck, her tongue swirling around the tip before sliding lower.

"Ohh..." Gon moaned, his eyes fluttering closed as the pleasure overtook him, his hands instinctively gripping the bedsheets tightly, the coarse fabric grounding him against the storm of sensation threatening to unravel him entirely.

He forced himself to control his breathing, each inhale and exhale a deliberate effort to stave off the climax he could feel building too quickly.