Gon's Harem System
Chapter 137: Taste it… (18+)

Chapter 137: Taste it... (18+)

Gon slid a third finger into her, stretching her wider, and her moan ripped through the quiet kitchen, loud and unrestrained.

His hand pumped steadily, slick with her arousal, while his mouth moved between her breasts, he sucked one nipple hard, tongue swirling, then switched to the other, leaving the first glistening and tender.

The dual sensation hit her like a storm, her chest throbbed with heat, each pull of his lips sending jolts down her spine, while his fingers drove deep, filling her, pushing her limits, her moans turned ragged, a desperate edge to them as her body tightened, teetering on the brink.

He kept up the rhythm, sucking and fingering, relentless, her hands shot to his shirt, gripping the fabric so tight her knuckles whitened.

The coarse material bunched under her fingers, twisting as she clung to him, anchoring herself against the rising tide, then it hit, her climax crashed over her, a shuddering, blinding wave.

Her core clamped down hard around his fingers, pulsing tight and wet, gripping him like she’d never let go, her moan broke into a cry, sharp and wild, her whole body convulsing as pleasure tore through her, her thighs quaked, her chest heaved, and she held onto him for dear life, nails digging into the cloth.

Gon felt it all, the way her vagina squeezed his fingers, the fierce, rhythmic clench that told him he’d pushed her over, he kept sucking, kept moving his hand, drawing it out until her cries softened into whimpers.

When she finally stilled, her grip on his shirt loosened, hands trembling as they slid down his arms, her breathing was a mess, ragged and uneven, chest rising and falling like she’d run a mile.

Sweat beaded on her forehead, her face flushed and dazed, eyes half-lidded in the afterglow.

He pulled his fingers free, slow and deliberate, watching her shiver at the loss, then he stepped back, hands moving to his pants.

The fabric rustled as he shoved them down, letting them pool at his feet, his erection sprang free, hard and thick, jutting out in the dim light, she gasped, a quick, startled sound, her eyes widening at the size, it was bigger than she’d expected, long, veined, the head swollen and glistening.

Her breath hitched again, a mix of awe and nerves flickering across her face as she stared, still catching her breath from the orgasm.

Gon stood there, letting her take it in, a smirk tugging at his lips, her reaction was everything, shock, a little fear, but something else too, something hungry.

Her core had gripped him tight just moments ago, and now her eyes were locked on him, her chest still shuddering with those uneven breaths, he’d brought her to that peak, made her lose herself, and the power of it buzzed in his veins.

She’d cum hard, her body betraying every ounce of her, and now she was faced with this, him, ready to take it further.

The kitchen was silent save for her panting, the locked door sealing them in their own world, her hands twitched at her sides, like she wasn’t sure what to do with them now, the crumpled fabric of his shirt still bearing the marks of her grip.

He didn’t move yet, just watched her, letting the moment stretch, her ragged breaths the only sound between them.

Gon looked down at her, her breathing still shaky, and nodded toward his exposed rod. "Touch it," he said, voice low and firm.

She didn’t speak, just reached out, her hand moving as if drawn by some unseen pull, like she was in a trance, her fingers wrapped around it, tentative at first, then firmer, the warmth of her palm pressing against the hard length.

He sucked in a breath, the contact sending a shiver up his spine, but he kept his eyes on her, watching her dazed expression.

"Now move your hand," he told her, "up and down. Stroke it."

She obeyed wordlessly, her hand sliding along his rod, slow at first, then finding a rhythm, the friction was electric, a steady rush of pleasure that made him moan, deep and rough, her grip tightened slightly, fingers gliding over the veined surface, and he felt the heat building, his rod pulsing under her touch.

She didn’t look up, just kept stroking, lost in the motion.

He groaned, then asked, "You want to taste it?"

She didn’t answer, her hand still wrapped around him, eyes fixed on it, her silence hung there, heavy, so he pressed, "Get on your knees. Taste it."

She hesitated only a heartbeat before sinking down, knees hitting the stone floor with a soft thud, she stared at his rod, inches from her face, its size looming larger now, thick, rigid, the tip glistening, her breath brushed against it, warm and quick.

"Go on," he urged, voice softer but insistent. "Taste it."

She leaned in, lips parting, and touched the tip with her tongue, a cautious lick, the wet heat of her mouth grazed him, and he bit back a curse, the sensation sharp and sweet, then she went further, sliding her lips over it, taking the whole rod in, it hit the back of her throat, tight and deep, and Gon’s head tipped back, a low growl escaping him.

She gagged slightly but didn’t pull away, her mouth stretching to fit him.

He wasn’t used to this, deepthroating, the way her throat squeezed around his rod, it was almost too much, pleasure surged, hot and urgent, coiling tight in his gut.

He nearly came right then, the pressure spiking as her tongue pressed against him, but he fought it, clenching his fists, he willed himself to hold on, jaw tight, breath ragged, he won, barely, the edge retreating just enough.

He couldn’t let go yet, not when he still had to fuck her, if he came now, he wasn’t sure he’d have enough left in him, and he needed that, needed to finish this right.

Her head bobbed slightly, lips slick and red around his rod, and he watched her, chest heaving, she was still in that trance, eyes half-closed, hands braced on his thighs.

The kitchen’s locked silence amplified every sound, her soft gags, his strained moans, the wet slide of her mouth, he rested a hand on her head, not pushing, just feeling her move.

His rod throbbed, still hard, still ready, despite the close call, he’d take her soon, but for now, he let her keep going, savoring the way she took him, the way she gave in completely.