My Perfect Omega - Chapter 83
He twirled and pressed her nxxples, which had swollen from stimulation, but she only let out a moan without opening her eyes. Lucas, who wanted to see her slightly cloudy yet brilliantly sparkling eyes in the light, slowly parted her slender legs as he ran his hands from her narrow waist down to her thighs.
Her entrance, which he had played with hours earlier, was still moist. Despite this, the sight of it tightly closed irritated him. He forcibly spread her folds, and the adhering flesh parted with a lewd sound.
The revealed pink flesh was beautiful. Though it was slightly reddened from multiple frictions, it looked all the more appetizing. As his breath touched it, the once tightly closed entrance started to flutter. The sight of it seemingly recognizing him brought a satisfied smile to Lucas’s face.
When he pressed her clxxxris with his thumb, her spread legs trembled.
“Shhh…”
He soothingly nipped the inside of her thigh before moving toward the pheromones she was emitting so strongly. His long, thick tongue lightly licked her clxxxris before heading to the quivering entrance.
He blocked the opening that seemed to be beckoning his tongue.
“Mm…”
Even though it wasn’t his cxck but merely his tongue, the sensation of it being tightly squeezed reminded him of the earlier moment when he had explored her. The mere recollection of it aroused him, making his cxck swell as if it would burst. His erxction, already hard from the office, was now dripping with precum, eager to enter.
Lucas lightly stroked his throbbing cxck with one large hand before plunging his tongue deeper. He rubbed the wrinkled inner walls with the ridges of his tongue.
“Ah!”
As he mercilessly fondled her clxxxris with his other hand, her thighs tightened around his head. But that wasn’t enough to stop him. Prying her squeezing thighs apart, he delved deeper, pinching and rubbing her clxxxris with his thumb and forefinger. Her inner walls shivered, releasing more fluids.
The sound of his ravenous licking filled the room. Lucas’s smooth hair brushed against Leila’s skin, tickling her as his platinum blond hair gleamed even in the moonlit room. Her small hands gripped his hair.
“Ah, D-Duke?”
Even hearing her long-awaited voice, Lucas did not stop his lewd movements. Burying his tongue deep, he pinched her clxxxris while thrusting his tongue.
“Ah, aah—”
The sound was like a dog lapping up water. Leila, sensitive to sounds, reacted as much to the noises as to the pleasure. Lucas, well aware of this, withdrew his tongue and immediately inserted three fingers into her slightly parted entrance. He then began sucking her clxxxris.
“Ah, nngh!”
His fingers repeatedly spread and closed her slick entrance, producing wet, squelching sounds. Each thrust caused more fluid to gush out. As he shook his fingers furiously, the lewd noises intensified.
“Ah, no, no…”
Her waist lifted off the bed as if urging her towards climax. She wanted to close her thighs to stop him, but he held them firmly apart, making it impossible.
Lucas rolled his fingertips, stimulating her most sensitive spot. Her inner walls contracted tightly. Feeling her body tremble, he released her clxxxris from his mouth and lifted his head.
“Hah, my face is a mess from your juices.”
He teased in a low voice, slowly raising his upper body. Like a predator moving silently before a kill, he remained composed, unlike Leila, who was a mess, emitting pheromones and making all sorts of sounds.
Had she seen his face, she might have realized she was about to be devoured. But unfortunately, she couldn’t see it. She couldn’t see him wiping her fluids from his face and licking them off his hand.
“Ahnngh!”
