Chapter 13: 13. Leaving Her To Make The Landlady’s Feelings Super Frustrated!**

She moved slowly and carefully as she crawled toward him, as if she were honouring him. She leaned in closer to his face to smell him.

The masculine scent of musk and heat was too strong for her to stand. She slowly pressed her lips together against the big velvet head of his cock while her lips were still shaking.

’Oh wow... it’s really a real thing...’

’A massive cock... I thought this was just a fantasy that you’d find only in porn...’

’But it’s real here... right in front of me... looking for some attention.’

She starts by being so gentle, her tongue flicking out in a shy, fluttering motion, tasting the salty pre-cum sheen that coated the tip. She worked her mouth slowly, her lips barely parting for the width, with her eyes wide, fixed on him.

’Delicious... oh my god... my mind... it’s already starting to spin fast while tasting this massive cock.’

’Why isn’t my husband interested in this other than gambling...?’ It was a tentative exploration, a soft touching of a territory that seemed to loom, vast and dangerous.

"Mmmmpphhh..." The sound was soft and muffled against his skin, her eyes fluttering shut as the warmth of him filled her senses.

She was scared to be too rough, too much for him, but the simple feeling of his heat on her tongue was starting to dissolve her last inhibitions.

He made a low guttural sound as her tentative soft lips touched him, but he was not pleased with her caution. He wanted her to lose herself in him, to forget the ideal housewife and become the woman with desire he knew was there, just beneath the surface.

"You’re being too cautious, Petricia." His fingers caught in her hair, guiding her head with steady, commanding pressure. "Don’t treat it like a porcelain doll."

"That right there... It’s the same as a real man," Mike smirked. "He needs to feel your heat, your pressure."

"So... be a good landlady and open wider... use your whole mouth."

He began to take her along, his hand keeping a rhythmic beat to show the pace. "Wrap your lips tight around the shaft."

"Suck it as if you wanted to draw the very soul out of him."

"Don’t be scared of the size, let it stretch you because that’s where the REAL pleasure is."

Petricia gasped, the order hitting her like a king’s order. A flush of embarrassment mingled with a heady thrill at his bluntness rose through her.

She knew her gentleness was only making the tension worse, making the ache in her own belly worse. If she wanted the release he promised, then she had to stop being a spectator and start being a participant.

She took a long, shaky breath and committed herself. Her mouth gaped, the lips stretched to their limit, as she slid down the thick, pulsing length.

She gave up the fluttering licks for a deep rhythmic suction, her tongue swirling around the sensitive underside of the head as she pulled him deeper into her throat.

It was too much to handle. The way his width made her mouth stretch Her senses were filled with the taste of him.

She fought through the pain at first, though. She wanted to do this, to make herself feel everything, and finally find the "honesty" he had promised.

When she sped up, her head bobbed with a new sense of desperate need. She looked up through her eyelashes to see how happy he was with her.

"Glck... glck... glck..."

"Yeah, that’s it, gotta love that reaction from a woman who sucks my massive cock, hahaha!"

Now Petricia worked with a frantic, primal intensity. She was determined to make it to the finish line, to see the man who had dominated her senses finally crack.

Her hands worked at the base of his shaft, her mouth worked in a fevered rhythm of suction that would have left any other man gasping for breath. She was forcing herself until her jaw hurt and her throat tightened.

She tried to extract that final, explosive burst from him.

But as the minutes dragged on, a feeling of befuddled frustration started to nestle in her chest.

’Why doesn’t he cum fast...?’ she wondered, from the depth of her movements, her eyes watering a little. ’He must be close by now... and he should be losing it.’

The recollection of Gerald was a bitter, stinging contrast in her mind. Gerald was always a rush with his quick shot.

A few frantic seconds of mediocre friction and then he was finished, leaving her feeling discarded and unfulfilled. She had expected Mike to be the same, but just a little more intense.

And yet... she slowly got proven wrong.

This was different. It’s more like a test of endurance for her now.

Mike let out a low, vibrating sound in his throat, but it wasn’t a moan of impending climax. It was a riot with a deep, dark, triumphant chuckle that shot through his body and into her skull.

"You’ve gotta be fucking joking with that lame-ass head skills!"

"Is that all you got, Petricia?" he said, looking down at her, his voice thick with amusement.

He made no effort to help her. He sat back, hands resting casually on the couch, watching her struggle with a predatory satisfaction.

"I know that you’re trying so hard to make me cum fast," he continued, eyes shining with a cruel and beautiful light. "But you’re not quite there, are you?"

"You’re trying to force it, but a man like me... we don’t just ’finish’ because you rushed things or ask nicely."

’W-What...?’

He was toying with her. She could feel it now, the knowledge that he was prolonging the tension intentionally, using her own desperation to feed his dominance.

He was making her work for it, making her crave the very moment of his release so much that she would be the one begging to feel him inside her. He wasn’t letting her let go of his stress, but he was using her to make a mountain of lust that would one day crush her.

A sharp, sudden trill of a cell phone rang through the thick, musty air like a bucket of ice water. Petricia jerked, and her mouth slid off of his pulsing shaft, making a wet sucking sound.

She quickly blinked her eyes shut as she tried to bring her attention back to the present. ’W-Who is that...?’

"Oh? Someone’s calling your phone."

Petricia looked at her phone and was shocked seeing the name. "O-Oh no..."

"It’s... Gerald," she said, her voice slow and trembling.

Her hands still trembled from the fierce, unspent beat of her mouth, and she blindly felt for her phone on the coffee table.

Mike didn’t look disappointed. In fact he seemed altogether too calm.

He sat back, breathing only a little more rapidly, with a smug, knowing grin on his lips. He had done what he had meant to do.

He’d brought her to the edge of madness, and then he’d yanked the rug out from under her just as she was about to reach the peak.

"Go on, answer it, Petricia," Mike said softly, his voice even, lacking the sense of urgency she felt. "Go back to your world and be the perfect wife like your usual self."

Petricia swiped the screen, her heart still pounding a frantic, unsatisfied beat. "H-hello? Gerald?"

She stuttered into the phone, and she could hear that her voice was empty. As she listened to his busy, dull voice on the other end, the taste of Mike, which was salty, masculine, and overwhelming, lingered on her tongue like a tease of the climax that had been taken away from her.

For some reason, the hollow pain she felt inside her was worse than the loneliness she had felt before. Mike managed to poke, tease, and dangle her off the edge of a cliff.

"Right... o-okay... Goodnight," she said, and hung up, her hand gone numb.

Mike got up without any trouble. He looked like a man in charge by straightening his pants.

He got on his knees and gave her one last teasing look. "Alright, that’s it for today."

"E-Ehh...? Y-You’re leaving already?"

"Good night, Petricia." His eyes met hers one last time, and he whispered. "Sleep tight."

Mike laughed. "Don’t dream too much of what we didn’t finish."

He didn’t wait for an answer; he turned around and left the room, leaving her alone in the dark with his scent still on her tongue. She can still feel his heat in her veins like a ghost.

Petricia slouched forward, putting her forehead to her knees, and let out a short, shaking breath. Now the room was quiet, heavier, and filled with the residue of what almost was.

It made her feel like her strings had been cut. He made her dance, and she was about to pass out when he just turned around and left.

A slow anger simmered inside her, resentment sparkling beneath the surface of her usual composure. He’d played her, that’s for sure.

He found every switch and nerve ending in her body and turned them all on, but he left her hanging in a painful state of unfinished business.

’You little bastard,’ she thought, gritting her teeth and trying to suppress her rage. ’You knew exactly what you were up to.’

But as she sat there a different feeling started to creep in. The thin fabric of her panties was soaked between her thighs, a dark, hot moisture that clung to her and made her feel heavy and sodden.

The arousal was evident, a sign that her own body was betraying her mind. She dripped and throbbed with a dull, thrumming lack that no amount of logic could fill.

’I’m fucking wet...? F-For the first time in years...?’

She wanted him back. She wouldn’t say it aloud, but the thought of him leaving her like this, unfinished, made her want to scream.

The trickle on her inner thigh was a harsh reminder of what Mike had done. He did not help her but claimed her.

But sitting there in the half light, her fingers unconsciously tracing the dampness, she knew she wouldn’t have had it any other way.

’Ugh... I’m feeling so horny right now...’

’I can’t help myself... I need to relieve it with my own.’