Make him moan

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ELSPETH'S POV
             Although I had left out this part of my life from my Mate, it was true that I had been through so many Masters in my lifetime before I served Lady Phyllis and most of them were men― Princes, Merchants and old Kings, more of kinky Masters who had totally ignored the rules just because they were the superior. I watched them do things to my body, things that I could not stop them from doing; I could not protest.

 

             Nevertheless, despite how it still pricked my heart at the thought, I could not help but be thankful that at least I had learnt a couple of things that can make a man step into cloud nine.

 

            I breathed in cold air as I placed my hands over the protruding leather of my man’s crotch, feeling his throbbing cock strain to gain freedom from beneath it. I pressed my hand upon it, massaging it through his pants. I watched his expression as I did that, his eyes were closed, his teeth biting into his lower lip, probably to stop himself from moaning out, yet I heard those awesome sounds flashing into my head from his. A mischievous smile stretched my lips as the urge to make him moan out invaded me.

 

            I got to work, gently zipping down his zipper, not leaving out the part of ghosting my hand over his hard-on as I did that. I felt him shift uncomfortably underneath me and I smiled more.

 

            Although I was not an expert in this, I was certain I would be able to make any man who was as inexperienced in the same way as my Mate, bruise their knuckles from my touch. I did not think of pulling away his pants, I sensed it would take a lot of time, so I rather carefully slid his cock out of his shorts, and then through the open fly. Wayne hissed when the air hit his skin and I felt him jolt.

 

            My eyes popped open. I was initially nervous to touch him, but hell, I activated my super sight just to see the way his engorged cock throbbed, jerking back and forth in sync with his breaths. It was not so hard, but strong enough to show the veins that stretched through the protruding shaft.

 

             I watched Wayne’s expression as my warm fingers tried to wrap about his length, but when he shot his eyes open and jolted from my touch, I quickly retracted my hand like someone who had touched something electrifying.

 

            I could not tell how he precisely felt as his rounded eyes stared at me with shock, his head raised a bit from ground level to get a better look at me. My lips pressed into a tight smile from his expression. Could it be that the touch was electrifying and gave him a shockwave? I chortled.


            “What is funny?” Wayne queried blatantly, obviously not aware of how humorous his expression was―

 

            I snorted, my hand dashing to my mouth to stifle laughter. I was so pushed to ask how he felt as he looked at me, but when I opened my mouth to speak, all that came out was a stutter.

 

            Wayne inclined his head to the side, as he must have noticed the way I immediately compressed my lips when the words refused to come out. “H... how―” my voice cracked and I gave a shallow cough, “how did you… feel when I touched you?”

 

            I blinked when my Mate heaved a sigh and lay back, then I felt his hand on my thigh, it spread warmth through my bones.

 

            His voice cracked out, “Your hand was cold and slick on me - I felt my balls jerk up as a tingling feeling churned in it. I cannot explain the feeling, but it was so good. It hit me in the head.” His eyes were fixated on the sky and somehow, I felt proud that I was the one who made him feel the way he did.

 

            Yet now that I observed, the worry I felt earlier was coming back to me. Despite speaking fluently, I still discerned the drowsiness of his voice and could tell that he was not completely sober.

 

            However, as my eyes turned back to the little man yearning to be touched, I realized we had gone too far and there was no way of turning back. I reached for it once again, this time slowly, not the way I had rushed at it initially. Wayne’s reaction was not more than a light shudder, but with the way his palm fisted on my thigh, I could tell it was not his wish to restrain himself so long.

 

            He bit into his lower lip as I ran my index over his engorged tip, gawking in awe as it winked at me, spurting out pre-cum that slithered down to my hand. I was excited at this view. I was more than ready to explore my Mate’s body and see what pleasure we could derive from each other. His dick was swollen; I felt it harden as rock under my touch as the soft layers of my palm began to stroke from its head to the base.

 

            The groan forcefully came out through his lips, along with a choking sound. The sound went straight to my clit and triggered more wetness to drip, probably, onto his leathered thighs.

 

             His reaction was one of a kind; the shuffling whenever my hand landed on his base, and the jerking when my thumb ran over his dickhead. Wayne whimpered.

 

            I smelt his arousal, a tangy mixture of sour and salt. It was stimulating, causing a burning sensation that churned in my tummy and shot through my head, propelling me to close my eyes and part my lips with a moan as I stroke my Man’s length. I did not care that I was not the one being touched, yet I seemed to feel the pleasure the more.

 

             I could hear the corresponding pound of our heartbeats – it was two half beats at once within a second, and one full beat after another second. It was awesome, the most wonderful thing I may have felt in a very long time. I opened my eyes to behold the view of Wayne’s face as I imagined if he heard my heartbeat too.

 

            The sight before me, laced with the slick and hard feeling on my palm was one thing I would never live to forget. Despite the way his face scrunched, Wayne was still as handsome as he could ever be. His parting lips complemented his tightly closed eyes, as well as his long, smooth neck that made my fangs ache to elongate and bite into it; every single look gave him the title of the sexiest man… my sexy man. Mine.

 

            Wayne’s muscles ripped as his body stiffened, his knuckles strongly fisting and his fingers probably piercing into his palms. His moans filled my ears as I increased my pace, loving the squelching sound it made as my hand moved over him.

 

             My pace grew faster and faster, my hand was not any bit exhausted because I had truly gotten used to the activity. I closed my eyes and shot my head skyward, the thought stealing unbidden into my mind and I imagined this hardened cock sliding into my soft, clingy insides.

 

            I heard Wayne’s breathless gasps as his body became more rigid, his dick hardening to the core that I could even feel the veins that stretched on it. Choke-like sounds erupted from his mouth as I felt his man jerk despite my hold; my other hand flew to wrap around the base and squeezed it, feeling the blood surge through it, as well as his balls shoot up to smack my lower hand. He spilled his seeds without warning, the latter spurting towards heaven. I opened my eyes.

 

            My Mate’s body lay propped up on his elbows, his eyes open and piercing into my mine, his mouth hanging open as indefinite sounds left it. He jerked and shuddered violently, his body going harder as I squeezed out the last of his seeds from his crotch.

 

             His first orgasm was such a long ride. It was not just five shots, or seven, not even nine― it went on and on as he trembled and I began to wonder if there would be an end.

 

Before he fell back to the ground, he bit his lips and closed his eyes, a shiver running through his body as I pressed out the last of his cum.

 

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