The Contract Wife Tries to Leave - Chapter 135
The intense pleasure overwhelmed her, making it difficult to breathe as her ragged moans filled the air. He captured her lips, kissing her deeply, until the lack of oxygen made her head spin. His tongue intertwined with hers, and his arms held her so tightly that she couldn’t escape even an inch. It was as if she could feel the thudding of both their hearts in perfect sync.
“Ngh, mm, mmmph…!”
His heavy weight pressed down on her, the devouring kiss, and the thick, large length that continuously thrust in and out, scraping against her most sensitive spots—all these sensations flooded her at once. It was a wave of overwhelming euphoria, washing away any coherent thought.
“Haa…! Nn…!”
As she reached the peak of pleasure, a desperate cry escaped Johanna’s lips, only for him to greedily swallow it down. He devoured every part of her—above and below.
For a brief moment, her consciousness went blank, as if her mind had turned completely white.
The overwhelming climax crashed over her like a tidal wave. Her entire body shuddered, her limbs convulsing, and instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist, longing for the warmth that would soon fill her from deep within.
But then—
“Hmph…!”
Just as he pulled away from her lips, he withdrew his length swiftly, leaving her empty before he could release. Even through her hazy mind, Johanna vaguely sensed something was off and looked at him with confusion.
His hands suddenly reached out, grabbing her by the shoulders and lifting her into a sitting position. Before she could fully process the abrupt shift, he spread her slightly parted lips with his length, pushing in from the tip of his thick head.
“Mmph…!”
Instinctively, she reached out with both hands, pressing them against his thighs.
The thick, heavy s***t pushed deeper into her mouth, forcing her jaw open to its limits. When she reflexively tried to pull her head back, he firmly held her in place, gripping her head with both hands.
Soon, his thigh muscles tensed, then twitched, as a massive surge of warmth erupted from the tip, buried deep in her throat.
“…Swallow it.”
“Haa, mmph…”
Johanna had no choice but to comply with his command. A thought lingered in her mind—she needed to conceive, so why was he releasing into her mouth instead of inside her body?
The pungent taste of his release filled her mouth. She swallowed the slippery fluid down her throat, feeling the warmth spread as she gulped it down. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, and a stinging sensation hit the tip of her nose.
“Finish it all. Not a single drop left.”
“Mm… ngh…”
He gently stroked her head, as if offering praise for her obedience. After she swallowed the last remnants mixed with her saliva, he slowly pulled back his length. Yet, he didn’t withdraw completely at first—he rubbed himself against the roof of her mouth and her tongue a few times before finally pulling out. A thin thread of fluid stretched from her lips to the tip of his length before breaking and falling away.
Johanna coughed harshly, her throat burning slightly. She longed for a drink of water.
“Do you want some water?”
He read her thoughts almost eerily, offering the question. She quickly nodded, and he licked her messy lips and chin clean with his tongue before heading to the bar table by the door.
He returned with a kettle and a single cup, pouring water into it. Then, to her surprise, he drank from the cup himself, not offering it to her as she had expected, making her eyes widen in surprise.
But in the next moment, he cupped her nape with one hand and tilted his head closer. Their lips met, and through the small opening between them, cool water flowed into her mouth.
“…”
Her throat moved on its own, swallowing the refreshing liquid. When she had finished drinking, he pulled away slightly and asked,
“More?”
She nodded quietly. Once again, Leonid took a sip of water and then fed it to her through a kiss. The act felt strangely intimate, making her cheeks flush with warmth.
After repeating this about four times, she found herself being carried in his arms to the bed. As she nestled quietly against him, he glanced down at her, a brief smile playing on his lips before he placed a soft kiss on her forehead.
He laid her down first, adjusting her comfortably, and as she looked up at him, straddling over her, she hesitated before voicing her question.
“Earlier… why….”
She trailed off, hinting at her curiosity about why he hadn’t released inside her. Her question seemed to cast a shadow over his faint smile.
His large hand, slightly damp with sweat, came to rest on her cheek, caressing it in a lingering, almost stubborn way. The way he looked down at her carried a depth she couldn’t quite decipher.
After a long pause, he finally spoke.
“I don’t know. I just felt like it.”
“…”
“You seem eager to conceive as soon as possible, but….”
His words trailed off as he leaned in to kiss her again, his touch roaming over her body with a hint of unspoken anxiety.
There was an intensity to the moment, a sweetness in the air that felt more potent than usual, rich with pheromones that seemed to spill out from him, tempting and drawing her in. Perhaps it was an emotion he himself wasn’t fully aware of, yet it filled the space between them.
