My Perfect Omega - Chapter 153
Their intertwined tongues were incredibly hot. Lucas sucked on her small tongue as if he wanted to devour it. As they exchanged saliva, they undressed each other. Even the brief moment it took to remove his shirt felt too long, so he discarded his clothes messily.
Finally, both naked, they moved, pressing their hot bodies together without breaking their kiss. Even as they stood before the sofa in the living room, Lucas continued to hungrily suck on Leila’s tongue, his breathing becoming rough. He pulled away momentarily, panting.
“To think you prepared such a delightful gift.”
His voice was low and husky. Overwhelmed with excitement, he felt a mix of sadism and possessiveness coil in his lower abdomen. He wanted to cherish her for her beauty and loveliness, yet also make her cry until she was on the verge of tears.
“Do you like it?”
“Is that even a question?”
His conflicting emotions were sharp, and he couldn’t resist her provocative question. He sat her down on the sofa and roughly pulled his pants down, pressing his e***t member close to her face.
Gripping the head of his manhood, slick with pre-cxm, he rubbed it against her delicate lips. The milky fluid made her red lips glisten pink. In a rough voice, he commanded her.
“…Open up.”
As if hypnotized, Leila parted her lips. The strong masculine scent and the pheromones of the alpha she loved filled her senses as she licked the glistening head with her bright red tongue.
“Ha, damn.”
Watching the scene, Lucas felt a surge of arousal. He had a fierce desire to thrust himself deep into her mouth.
Realizing how excited he was, Lucas thought of the rut cycle suppressants he had packed in his bag. He understood why Leila had planned this event at this time. He sensed his rut cycle approaching.
Since their marriage, Leila’s cycle had synchronized with his, and she was already wet with excitement. As she took him into her mouth, her arousal doubled, causing her to curl her toes. She traced the veins on his s***t with her tongue, prompting a rough breath from above.
Leila tried to take more of him into her mouth while looking up at him. When their eyes met, his length seemed to swell even more. The fullness made her eyes water, but she had no desire to let go. She bobbed her head, taking him deeper, her alpha’s pheromones growing stronger.
His scent was a unique blend of deep, refreshing wood with subtle notes of bergamot and lavender, a fragrance she adored.
She grabbed his hips, moving her head more vigorously, gagging slightly but not pulling away. Her eyes, though blurred by tears, remained fixed on him.
“You look beautiful. So beautiful that I want to torment you.”
He spoke in a voice so deep that it seemed to drop to the floor. It was filled with lust.
“Ha, I can feel your throat. You know your face is a mess right now….”
His large hand gripped the back of her head, pulling her closer. His p***s filled her throat completely. As she breathed through her nose, her throat tightened around him, causing him to let out beast-like groans.
“Fxck!”
With a rough curse, he held her head firmly and began thrusting his hips heavily. Leila scratched his hips with her nails, the pleasure so intense it made her vision flash.
Despite the discomfort, the ecstasy was overwhelming. She loved the moments when her husband was so aroused he lost control. The pleasure pooling below seemed to spread through her entire body. She wanted to lift her legs and show him her intimate parts, to beg him to fill her.
“Shxt.”
