The Contract Wife Tries to Leave - Chapter 101
Kissing her on the ear, she flinched her upper body tightly. Leonid gathered her tousled platinum blonde hair into one, letting it fall over one shoulder. The soft sensation slipping between his fingers left him feeling tantalized.
He pinched her n*****s with both hands, kneading her b*****s, and bit her earlobe. He even stuck out his tongue to lick her so much that it became sticky. When he rubbed his nose against the back of her neck, where her pheromone glands were hidden, a deep scent suddenly filled the air. Leonid sucked that spot hard, as if inhaling it. There was a sweet taste.
“Ah…”
As he aligned his glans with the gaping hole, Johanna let out a low sound. Leonid grasped her b******s firmly with both hands, spreading them apart as he slowly pushed his member in, without haste. Finally, when it was buried to the base, the pleasant tightness made him groan involuntarily.
“Ha…”
He didn’t move for a moment, running his hand smoothly over her lower abdomen. He could feel the bulge of his c**k protruding in its shape. Pressing down on it, Johanna gasped and flinched greatly.
“Did you feel that?”
“…”
He pulled her upper body, which had her lips tightly shut and was shaking her head, closer to his chest, pressing it tightly against him. He bit down hard on her exposed neck, leaving marks, and thrust his hips powerfully upwards.
“Agh!”
A scream-like moan burst out from Johanna’s mouth. Leonid chewed on her soft and moist skin. He didn’t stop biting as he pounded into her like a beast.
“Ah, ugh, uh, ugh! Ah!”
With every friction between their tightly pressed lower bodies, clear, white liquid splattered everywhere. It made a splashing sound, like stepping into a muddy puddle. Their flesh smacked together loudly, turning red-hot with each collision.
The excitement gradually intensified. The thick veins of his throbbing s***t repeatedly scraped against her inner walls. Every time he hit her sensitive spot, Johanna screamed uncontrollably.
Leonid slid his hand down to her g***n and found the rounded c******s. He pressed hard on it while rubbing, causing Johanna to grab his hand, trying to pull it away.
“Ah, no, ugh, stop, I can’t… Ah! Ugh!”
“Why… Do you feel like you’re going to c*m?”
He knew theoretically that strong stimulation here during penetration could cause the sensation of needing to pee.
If it had been the usual germophobic Leonid, he wouldn’t have even tried this, but now, slightly unhinged, he wanted to see this woman—who insisted on remaining clean even in the midst of their dirty entanglement—become filthy.
“N-no, ugh, ah, no…!”
“I like it.”
“No, no, I can’t…!”
“Just imagining how ashamed you’ll feel, f**k, it’s making me want to c*m.”
Harsh and filthy curses spilled from his mouth without filter. In his raw, unrestrained nature, having thrown away any pretense, he was entirely consumed by the Omega in his grasp.
He pressed firmly on her c******s with his middle finger, stimulating it while rotating his wrist in circular motions. At the same time, he relentlessly plunged deep inside her without pause. Her moans had by now turned into sobs. Johanna wept openly, tears falling as she was mercilessly impaled from below.
“Ah…!”
It was the moment when the stimulation reached its peak. As his c**k plunged as deep as it could, leaving no space unfilled, a clear stream burst from her u*****a. It was transparent, without color or smell, drenching the sheets. Johanna’s body trembled violently in his tight embrace.
“What is this… hmm?”
“Ugh…”
“Ha, you’re making a mess of the sheets…”
He whispered teasingly, causing Johanna to finally break down, sobbing like a child. Leonid held her tightly as she squirmed, immobilizing her as he poured his s***n deep inside her. Even in the midst of this, her inner walls convulsed wildly, gripping and releasing his c**k repeatedly.
Even after finishing, Leonid didn’t immediately withdraw. Instead, he effortlessly lifted Johanna in his arms and carried her to the large full-length mirror. He made sure she could see herself reflected—panting and utterly disheveled, her face painted with raw, obscene lust.
“This is what you look like.”
“…”
“With these eyes…”
“Sob…”
“…looking at me like this, it’s driving me insane.”
Not even aware of what he was saying, Leonid just let the words spill from his mouth. He dragged a chair in front of the mirror and sat down. He placed Johanna on his lap, spreading her legs wide apart, fully exposing their connected bodies. When Johanna squeezed her eyes shut and turned away, Leonid grabbed her hand and made her touch the place where they were joined.
“Don’t… I hate this…”
She pleaded in a tired voice. Leonid, pretending to be gentle, whispered as he kissed her cheek.
