My Perfect Omega - Chapter 155
The air was thick with humidity. Their sweat-soaked bodies remained intertwined.
“Ha, Leila.”
Lucas had Leila pinned between the sofa back and his body, thrusting vigorously. His cxck, veins bulging, penetrated her soft, relaxed walls, pressing hard against her deepest depths.
“Ah, ah, ah…”
He crossed his hands over the back of the sofa, holding on tightly, while pressing down on her with his chest and thrusting his hips upwards. Lucas couldn’t help but smile as Leila was perfectly trapped beneath him.
“Mmm…”
Buried deep inside her, he felt the tight grip of her walls and groaned. What could match the soft, sticky sensation of her pxssy? It was a taste that only made him thirstier, driving him to keep moving without rest.
He suddenly thrust hard at her deepest spot with the head of his cxck.
“Ah!”
When he hit that spot mercilessly, Leila would almost cry and cling to him. As he gradually increased his speed, he lifted her, grabbing her a*s.
Holding her pale, full bxttxcks in both hands, he moved her up and down, thrusting his hips. Each deep stroke to her cervix made Leila cling to his shoulders and let out high-pitched moans, her jewel-like eyes hazy with his pheromones.
“Damn!”
Even after three xrgxsms, his load didn’t diminish. In fact, he felt his balls filling up again. Heat was building inside him, signaling the onset of his rut cycle.
Simultaneously, a powerful wave of pheromones erupted from Leila, who had climaxed with him.
“Ugh!”
Hot fluid gushed from their joined bodies.
“Ah, ah!”
Leila’s heat cycle had begun too, her xrgxsm heightened by the cxck still filling her. The recent climax left her mind blank.
Her pxssy convulsed uncontrollably, pulling his cxck deeper, driven by the pheromones flooding her nose, signaling her body’s desire for his seed.
“Damn it, Leila!”
He wasn’t the only one at the peak of pleasure. The sensitive nerves of his glans were stimulated, and Lucas began thrusting anew, his eyes rolling back. As he stood up, the sxmxn pooled inside her started to spill out, trailing down his s***t.
The slick liquid clung to his balls, splattering onto the floor with each movement. The wet sounds grew louder, and they both groaned in unison once more.
“Ha, ha, ah.”
Leila felt like her brain was melting. Each thrust of his hot, rod-like cxck into her depths made her eyes flutter and roll back. She had never felt this good before.
The overwhelming pleasure, likely from the heat cycle, filled her with a sudden fear at her own intense reactions. Lucas, pausing his thrusts, seemed to read her mind.
“Don’t make that face. It’s because of the suppressants.”
For seven years, they had suppressed their heat cycles to care for Rosalie. The result was a far more intense heat cycle now.
Lucas felt no different, as if he were dying of thirst no water could quench.
Even after just e*********g, his cxck throbbed and swelled. Unable to resist the urge, he lowered Leila to the floor and turned her over onto the sofa.
“Ah, aaah.”
As she clung to the sofa back, her pxssy twitched, unable to bear being empty. Lucas quickly moved to fill her again, but his eyes were drawn to the cxm leaking out of her.
Scooping up the dripping sxmxn with his fingers, he pushed it back inside her and murmured darkly.
