My Perfect Omega - Chapter 154
Lucas, feeling the urge to cxm, tried to pull out of her wet, tight throat. But he couldn’t. Leila had her arms wrapped around his waist, not letting go.
“Ha, Leila… Damn!”
He released his sxmxn directly into her throat. Each gulp tightened her throat around his glans, stimulating him further. Even after releasing everything, his cxck continued to pulse in her mouth.
Slowly withdrawing, Lucas watched as her wide-open lips resembled a lewd, inviting mouth. The sight was intensely e****c. As he looked at his omega sprawled on the sofa, he felt immense satisfaction. Seeing his sxmxn pooled inside her open mouth, he inserted his fingers between her parted lips to prevent her from spitting it out.
“I thought it might feel empty without something.”
He gave a flimsy excuse as he used his fingertips to caress the bumpy roof of her mouth, making her whimper. Knowing her sensitive spots, Lucas teased her mouth while his other hand spread her slick, wet pxssy.
“Ah!”
“You need to spread wide if you want me to thrust inside, honey.”
His teasing words made Leila slip her hands behind her knees and spread her legs wide on her own. She was especially pliant in bed, which only fueled his desire. He increasingly wanted to dominate and ravage her completely.
“Ah… both your mouths are filled with my fingers. I never knew my wife was such a greedy girl.”
He deliberately twisted his fingers, creating obscene squelching sounds that filled their ears. Despite her embarrassment, Leila didn’t close her legs, instead rolling her hips as if asking for more.
“Not yet. Your lower mouth needs to drool more.”
He spoke crudely, taunting her. Unable to speak with her mouth full, Leila could only moan in response.
“You need to ripen and become soft, like your favorite peach, so I can thrust all the way to the very root.”
Lucas looked at his wife, her body controlled by his hands, and licked his lips. His own restraint was nearly at its limit. He wanted nothing more than to thrust into her lower mouth and pound away recklessly, but watching her succumb to pleasure was also satisfying.
He wanted her to lose herself in ecstasy, clinging to him as she had when she couldn’t see.
His twisted affection surfaced alongside the intense pleasure. He thrust his fingers deeper. The wet sounds grew louder, echoing through the room. Lucas felt he could climax just from watching his wife squirm and writhe under his control.
Her legs flailed, her hips lifting off the sofa as her inner walls convulsed around his fingers, and her throat tightened further. Watching her choke and reach her peak, Lucas slowly withdrew his fingers.
Leila couldn’t come to her senses. Overwhelmed by the intense stimulation, she lay there, legs spread wide, with a dazed expression. A shadow fell over her as Lucas positioned his glans at her wide-open entrance and climbed onto the sofa.
Grasping her ankles, he pressed them against the back of the sofa as he slowly inserted himself.
“Ah, Lucas…”
“Ha, Leila. Your pxssy is so hot it feels like my cxck might burn.”
“Ah…”
“But it’s okay because you’re so wet. Can you hear this?”
He moved slowly, inserting only halfway to be considerate, producing splashing sounds that filled the small villa. Gradually, he thrust deeper, applying steady pressure to her body.
Gripping her bouncing brxxsts, Lucas thrust slow but deep, driving her to the brink. The pleasure was overwhelming, making it impossible for her to think straight. It felt incredibly good.
