On Rational Marital Life - Chapter 12 (M) (NSFW Image)

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Blake gently smacked Layla’s hips, a soft slap echoing through the room. A sweet cry escaped her lips, her body responding instinctively to even the slightest touch.

“So sensitive… How did you ever hold back until now, feeling this much?”

Blowing hot breath into the wet bush, Blake licked up from the bottom in long strokes. Climbing a cracked mound, he found a small strawberry hiding in a bush. He pressed his tongue against the skin, and Layla whimpered.

“Hah, ah, Blake!”

He swirled his lips around it and touched the red, sensitive ripe fruit with the tip of his tongue. He slipped his thumb into her throbbing vagina and rubbed the flesh.

Layla’s back arched at the intensity of the pleasure. She thrust her rounded breasts at him.

“Ah, ahh… … .”

Blake gently flicked his thumb across her inner walls. Layla’s lower belly spasmed and tightened around his thumb.

“Ah, I see. That was my failing as a husband—leaving a woman like you to spend nights alone.”

Her mouth felt dry. She swallowed hard, running her tongue over her lips, tasting the faint saltiness left behind.

Blake’s gaze darkened as he looked down at Layla.

“Don’t worry, Layla. I won’t leave you wanting ever again. Soon, you’ll crave my touch—your body will yearn for me the moment you see me.”

Had she been fully aware, she might have been startled by his words. But right now, pleasure had overtaken all her senses, drowning out everything else.

She could hear Blake’s voice, but the meaning was lost on her—overwhelmed as she was by the heat of his touch and the lingering press of his lips.

Blake raised his knees on the bed. Layla gasped for breath, her eyes clouded with excitement beneath him. Her legs spread apart, revealing not only her vagina but also her asshole, but she had no reason to feel embarrassed. She was so absorbed in pleasure that she couldn’t judge what she looked like.

This was what Blake wanted.

He put his elbows on Layla’s thighs and bent his upper body. When he placed his hands on the sides of Layla’s body, Layla moaned at the pressure of her body folding.

“Layla.”

Layla slowly blinked and looked up at the affectionate voice. Her vision was filled with Blake. It was hard to breathe and she felt suffocated.

At the sound of his gentle voice, Layla slowly blinked, lifting her gaze. Her vision was filled entirely with Blake—his presence overwhelming, making it hard to breathe.

Within that frame, she caught sight of her own small feet, and only then did she realize the position she was in.

A fresh wave of heat surged through her already flushed face.

“Ah…!”

She grabbed his arm and tried to push him away, but just as I did, a hard glans slowly slid in between my spread legs, spreading my wet, throbbing vagina.

The hole widened, then closed briefly as if to catch its breath as the glans entered. But then it gaped open again, the epidermis thinning under the weight of the incoming mass.

The pillar, bulging with blood vessels, was firmly erect. The epidermis was pushed as he entered while spreading the entrance of the hole. The glans pushed against the soft inner wall that was tightly closed, creating space and entering inside.

The insertion was slow. Slowly, as if he was telling Layla the shape of the penis one by one.

Blake looked down at Layla, who was distorted by the naked sensation.

“Huh, b, Blake… … .”

The pressure became stronger as he buried it halfway. Blake stopped moving. Layla looked up at him in confusion.

“The night is long, so let’s enjoy it slowly.”

“Ah, ah!”

Blake trapped Layla in his arms, rocking his hips slowly. Her inner walls clung to his escaping cock, grabbing his shaft. When the glans caught at the entrance, he pushed back in slowly. The pressure on her insides eased, and Layla’s expression slackened.

Layla twitched and sucked his cock with her lower hole. Her buttocks, which were spread apart by her legs, moved slightly. Her neck was red, and she looked somewhere in the air with wet eyes. Her mouth opened to reveal her dark red insides.

“Huh, Blake, ah, huh… … .”

The sensation wasn’t an overwhelming rush of pleasure but rather a slow, smoldering heat burning deep inside, making it even more unbearable. It felt as if she were melting from within.

“You’ve adjusted well. Looks like your body remembers your husband’s shape now. It’s soft… are you enjoying this too much?”

“Hngh… no… ugh…”

Layla grunted and covered her mouth with the back of her hand. His cock wasn’t this big. When the whole thing was inside her, her insides rumbled and pleasure shot through her body like fireworks going off.

Knowing the feeling, Layla stopped herself from bursting out. Reason and instinct clashed in her head, and she felt guilty, like she was doing something she shouldn’t. But just like Blake had said, they were a couple.

Blake smiled deeply. He couldn’t help but know her feelings. The tightness of the inner wall that was biting his dick had gotten stronger. Her hips bit and shook his dick, stimulating him. It instinctively aroused him.

“Should I give you more? Tell me what you want.”

“N-no, that’s… hngh…”

Layla shook her head weakly, unable to form a proper response. Tears welled up at the corners of her eyes, spilling down her cheeks.

Blake licked his lips. He had been moving slowly, deliberately teasing her, but even for him, the tension was intense.

Despite everything, Layla remained stubbornly silent. But Blake wasn’t in a rush—there were plenty of nights ahead. Time was on his side, and she had nowhere to escape.

Straightening his posture, Blake shifted, adjusting his position. Wrapping his arms around her legs, he moved decisively.

Thud! In one swift motion, he pressed forward.

“!!”

Layla opened her mouth without making a sound. Her pelvis shook violently as if it was going to bounce off. With a squelching piston, she scraped her sensitive inner walls violently.

Because of the angle at which he was thrusting in from behind while holding Layla’s legs, his glans touched a different place than before. It felt like he was penetrating from inside and invading her navel.

“Ahh!”

Layla convulsed late. Her mind went blank. Her body reacted to pleasure first. Blake’s groin viciously slapped her buttocks, thrusting his cock and tearing inside her. Only the upper part of her back touched the sheet. Although it was an uneasy position, Blake held her legs tightly and roughly shook her waist. A shower of pleasure poured down on her heated vagina.

“Ah, no! It’s too deep! Ah, ah, hic!”

Her body felt strange from the overflowing pleasure. Layla twisted and squirmed. Her slowly heated insides convulsed, welcoming the scratching cock.

“Ahhhh… … .”

Layla, who had been fluttering, felt her climax. Her whole body stiffened as she swallowed his cock.

“Hmph!”

The intense squeeze made his cock, which still looked like it would be a while before he ejaculated, spurt a load of cum.

Blake grunted a few more times as he spilled what was left inside her.

“Haa…”

Her weak legs sagged over the bed. Frothy ejaculate trickled down her hipbones from the vaginal opening between her legs.

Blake ran a hand through his damp hair, gazing down at Layla.

He wasn’t satisfied. Though he had reached his release, it felt incomplete—unfinished, as if something had been cut short.

Without hesitation, he grabbed Layla’s legs and pulled her closer. Her skin dragged against the sheets, making her legs part once again. Letting out a faint, dazed whimper, she looked up at him.

“Hnn… why…?”

“We need to do this properly.”

“…What do you mean…?”

Blake grabbed Layla’s pelvis and thrust into her wet vagina all at once.

“Ahh!”

The vagina, which had been gently released with one climax, accepted Blake’s penis all the way. It was hot and wet, so the inner wall felt better. The inner wall belatedly wrapped around his dick and bit him until his dick was fully in.

Blake smiled languidly, enjoying the feeling of squeezing and releasing his dick.

“Hnn… ah… it’s deep… so deep. My stomach…”

“Here?”

He slammed down, thrusting his cock inside her. Layla cried out. Her legs stiffened with the effort.

Blake tapped the spot where the glans met. Something soft but hard was blocking the tip. The womb refused to open, as if it couldn’t take him any further.

Blake pulled Layla up, positioning her to sit on his lap. With her weight pressing down, their connection deepened, drawing a sharp gasp from both of them. She moaned at the heat that engulfed her to the root.

The tightly closed cervix began to open as it was pushed by the tip of the glans.

“Aah… ahh…”

As the intensity grew, so did the pressure between them.

Blake let out a fierce grin, wrapping his arms around her as he began to move with purpose.

* * *

After ensuring that the exhausted Layla was covered with a blanket, Blake quietly left the bedroom and headed toward the dining room.

Despite the early morning hour, a small figure was already waiting in the hallway.

Freshly washed and dressed in fine clothes, Jerry looked like a child wearing someone else’s attire—poverty and neglect weren’t things that could be erased overnight.

“Have you eaten?” Blake asked.

Jerry shook his head.

“Then let’s eat together.”

At his gesture, Jerry silently followed. Blake cast a sideways glance at him.

Still only ten years old.

Even in three years, he’d be just thirteen—a little taller, perhaps, but not much different.

Yet, three years from now, this boy would kill Blake.