New World with Four Husbands-Chapter 577: Relieving kisses [2]

Zaque’s hips jerked forward involuntarily, his length sliding past her lips further as Coco took him into her mouth.

A choked gasp escaped him— half surprise, half pleasure— as the warm, wet heat of her enveloped him completely.

Zaque’s fingers tangled in her hair almost reflexively, not guiding, but clinging, his entire body tensing at the sudden intensity of sensation because every flick of movement from Coco sent sparks up his spine; he could barely keep himself from thrusting deeper.

He had given her permission to use him and Coco didn’t waste any time to pull his pants down, putting his legs over her shoulders as she proceeded to kneel further into the bathroom tiles.

He was so glad that he had cleaned the bathroom when he woke up earlier, or else, he would have beat himself up for making Coco kneel on a dirty floor.

Coco’s eyes watered slightly as she gagged around him, her throat instinctively tightening— but then she fought it.

With a determined and quiet hum, she pulled back just enough to drag her tongue in one long, slow stripe from base to tip and took her sweet time to taste him.

The sensation was maddening for Zaque; the wet heat of her mouth mixed with the teasing flick of her tongue left him trembling.

His grip on his hair tightened as he watched through half-lidded eyes— her slightly flushed face staring up at him while saliva glistened on his shaft where it had been so recently swallowed.

"Y-You’re gonna kill me, Coco.." He panted out between ragged breaths.

Coco could only him once more, the desperate need to distract herself from her realizations earlier clawing at her, but Zaque knocked on the door and had become the perfect outlet. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

In that moment, she needed him to escape from her thoughts and find release.

Coco took him deeper with another swift motion of her head, leaving Zaque gasping, his breath catching in his throat as his fingers tangled in her hair in a desperate grip— wanting to to hold onto something, anything, that could ground him in the overwhelming pleasure that flooded his senses.

He bit back another low moan, his fingers trembling as they threaded through her hair, trying to find a way to anchor himself.

Coco’s nails dug into the soft flesh of his thighs, leaving faint crescent marks behind as she deliberately spread Zaque’s legs wider for better access.

The sharp sting only fueled Zaque’s pleasure— her lips sealing tighter around him, tongue swirling in slow, deliberate strokes that had his hips twitching upward on instinct.

The sensation of his hard length against her tongue was driving her crazy and the way he trembled beneath her only fueled the fire burning in her chest, the desire to take him deeper inside.

She could feel every twitch of his body under hers— every ragged breath he took— as if he were a live wire about to snap at any second and it’s driving her crazier.

Zaque’s eyes fluttered shut, his entire body tensing as he fought to keep himself quiet.

His palm pressed harder against his mouth, muffling the strangled noises threatening to spill out— each one sharper than the last.

The fear of someone hearing what they were doing was sending his heart into haywire, but Coco’s relentless rhythm made it impossible not to react and a particularly rough suck had him jerking violently against her lips.

His breaths came in short bursts through flared nostrils; every exhale hotter and needier as pleasure coiled tighter inside him.

Despite Coco’s best efforts, it was clear that Zaque was just too much for her mouth to handle and it upset her greatly because the gag reflex made itself known when she attempted to take any more of his length.

She persisted anyway.

She managed to take in another inch, straining to take him as far as she could, the sounds of her struggling filling the room.

Zaque’s body was practically shaking at this point, his fingers digging into her head so hard that it was almost tickling her, his thighs trembling, muscles tensing as if preparing to run, and in that moment, Coco knew he was close.

Zaque pulled his palm away from his mouth slightly, panting.

"Coco, please.." He whimpered, his voice raw and ragged— he hated begging, yet the need for release had him on the edge of desperation.

Coco’s gaze snapped upward, locking onto Zaque’s with an intensity that made his breath hitch and shut his mouth, even as she moved her head up and down, the lewd schlick of her lips against him never breaking rhythm.

It was almost too much— the way he looked at her in return, pupils blown wide, sweat-slicked hair sticking to his forehead as if he’d been fighting for control this whole time.

The second their gazes held like this? He shattered.

"C-Coco—!" He cried out, his back arched off the toilet seat violently; a choked-off groan ripped from him despite how hard he had clamped his hand over mouth just moments before.

Coco didn’t pull away though, she held her head steady as Zaque erupted into her mouth with a force that made his entire body jerk uncontrollably.

His release flooded past her lips in hot, thick pulses; she could taste every faintly sweet spurt on her tongue while he trembled before her, his thighs twitching over her shoulders.

His hand flew from his mouth to grip the edges of the toilet seat instead— knuckles white and shaking like he was afraid she would vanish if let go.

He thought that she was done, like finally done, but Coco hummed against his sensitive length, causing his eyes to snap open in surprise.

"W-Wait—" He tried to protest, only for the words to get lost in a gasp as her tongue and lips continued their ministrations, deliberately focusing right on the tip.

"Oh god, Coco—" He groaned, his hands clenching into fists as he tried to flinch away.