On Rational Marital Life - Chapter 34 (M)

Layla swallowed dryly once again as she saw Blake’s genitals in front of her.

A small wrinkle formed on the bridge of her nose and then relaxed. No matter how much she washed it with tea water, she hesitated because the subtle body odor coming from his crotch was uncomfortable. However, she soon gathered her courage and lowered her eyes and opened her lips.

Blake watched Layla, holding his breath.

An impulsive ejaculation had filled the air with the erotic smell of cum. It was coming from Layla. She wiped her face, but it smelled as if it had soaked into her skin.

It was Blake’s.

The scent was something primal, something that stirred the beast lurking within him. Though it was his own release, the way it mixed with her skin made it all the more intoxicating.

“Hmm.”

Layla pressed her lips to Blake’s glans. The dampness of her open mouth felt good against the sensitive spot. The root instantly tensed. Blake swallowed hard, not wanting to make another mistake.

‘It must be her first time sucking a man’s dick. Why is it so hot?’

On their wedding night, he had confirmed her innocence. He was undeniably her first—yet Layla was undeniably sensual.

Uncertain of what to do, she simply pressed her lips against the tip, hesitantly mouthing at it. With no experience to guide her, she fumbled, her soft lips lingering in shy, tentative movements.

Layla, once praised as the most noble and precocious, was putting her lips on his erect, dark red penis that was almost up to his navel. Her lips felt good against his firm skin. Her embarrassed breath tickled his penis.

Blake’s eyes felt hot.

His lower abdomen ached as he wanted to ejaculate right away.

“Put it in your mouth and suck it.”

Even though she had done this before, Layla’s eyes widened in surprise, her lips parting instinctively. She didn’t run from where she knelt between his legs, but a startled gasp escaped her as his hands found her shoulders, holding her in place.

Blake felt his patience running out and lightly grabbed my dick. He pressed the glans toward Layla as if he was aiming a sword.

“If you can’t put it in, just open your mouth. I’ll do it.”

“Ha, I’ll do it. I’ll do it.”

Layla hastily shook her head, rubbing the back of her hand against her lips where he had touched her.

Blake wasn’t sure if it was out of disgust or just an instinctive reaction—but either way, the gesture irritated him.

He was her husband.

Her place, her future, her very existence as a woman in this society were still tied to a man’s protection. Even if she wasn’t a slave, she was his responsibility.

Yet that small act—wiping her lips as if to erase his touch—felt like outright rejection.

They had spent countless nights together.

She had cried in his arms, trembled in pleasure beneath him, taken his release deep inside her. By every legal and physical measure, she was his woman.

And yet, satisfaction eluded him.

He could see her, touch her, claim her—but the distance between them never seemed to close.

Even when he told her he loved her… she never truly came to him.

The moment Layla parted her lips to take the glans into her mouth, her hot breath covering it, Blake grabbed Layla’s head by the hair. In one swift motion, he shoved half of his penis into her mouth.

“Kh…!”

Layla’s eyes widened as she looked up at him, tears clinging to her lashes from the overwhelming sensation.

Her hands instinctively struck his thigh—though struck was too strong a word. Her soft palms merely patted against the firm muscle, carrying no real force behind them.

“Haa…”

Flustered, Layla responded by taking him in deeper, sucking harder as if to make up for her reaction.

Yet, even though he hadn’t pushed into her throat, she gasped like someone struggling for air, her lips parting in desperate, breathless attempts to steady herself.

She sucked hard on his penis, trying to suck in air with her tongue and throat. Her hot, wet tongue rubbed against it, trying to push it out.

Everything about her was arousing.

The saliva-soaked mouth felt so good it made his head spin. Blake looked down at Layla with a gasp. She was blushing, taking his cock into her mouth, tears streaming down her face.

His heart sank; he finally felt like he owned her a little bit.

Like a generous king, Blake released his grip on Layla’s head. But he didn’t let her spit out his penis. He had her now—there was no way he was letting go.

As soon as there was the slightest space, Layla hurriedly sucked in air, her tongue brushing against his tip in the process.

Slurp, slurp. The wet sounds filled the space between them, sinful and unrestrained.

Blake ran his tongue over his dry lips, watching her with hooded eyes. The way she instinctively tightened around him, her lips drawing him in with desperate suction, pleased him.

“Breathe through your nose.”

“Hnn… hff…”

Layla still hadn’t regained her composure, her lips parting with wet, lewd sounds—slurp, slurp. Her brows furrowed as she shot him a sharp glare.

Blake smirked. Slowly, deliberately, he rolled his hips forward.

“Ah—mmph! Hngh…!”

She instinctively gripped his thighs, pushing weakly against him, but it was useless.

A low, husky groan rumbled from Blake’s chest.

She was clumsy, her rhythm unpolished, but that only excited him more. The contrast—the way she tried yet faltered—was intoxicating.

A thought crossed his mind, and he almost laughed at the absurdity of it.

‘What if Layla actually tried to seduce a man?’

The image was ridiculous.

Layla Edgestone, actively luring someone in, taking control? The very idea was the most amusing thing he had imagined all year.

But in the end, it didn’t matter.

Because she was his.

The only man she would ever touch, the only one she could ever run to—was him.

“So, you want to manage the household? Then show some dedication. You’ll have to prove yourself if you want to change your husband’s mind. Feel it—understand what makes a man pleased. Use that clever mind of yours to figure it out. It’s not just about pressure and suction.”

“Mmph…!”

Blake could have unraveled right then, but he held himself back. Because this wasn’t just about pleasure.

He wanted to break down her walls, to leave his mark so deeply that she could never forget the way a man felt. So that even if she ever tried to leave… the absence of him would torment her.

“Wrap your tongue around it. Take it deep, like you’re breathing in as the cock enters.”

He instructed, but Layla only blushed and gasped. She was a clever girl, but at night she was even more stubborn, and it was hard to get used to.

Blake chuckled lowly and shifted his hips. He angled his cock delicately, scraping his tongue over it and rubbing it against the delicate flesh that made her cheeks swell. He watched his cock, wet and glistening with saliva, slip in and out between Layla’s red lips.

It slid in and out slowly, just as he would when he spread her labia and slid his cock into her vaginal opening. Layla’s mouth was ecstatic.

He wanted to suck on the wet lips, to slip his tongue in, to lick up the moist saliva that trickled down the sides of her mouth and swallow it.

“Intertwine your tongues and rub your cock like we kiss.”

Blake’s voice dropped even lower.

“Mmm!”

His back arched, and his cock plunged in, grazing her uvula. Sucking hard on the glans, Layla hastily spat out the cock. She dropped to the floor and coughed. Hot steam came out of the cock that had just left her mouth. Cooper fluid oozed from the glans and dripped to the floor, forming a long thread.

Fluttering her wet lashes, Layla lifted her head and glared at Blake, her eyes accusing him.

Blake smiled wryly.

Layla Edgestone didn’t like him in the first place. No, she hated him so much that she would die while holding his child. To Blake, this expression was Layla’s true face.

“Since the upper hole didn’t work, I’ll have to use the lower hole.”

“B, Blake! You made a promise!”

“I never promised not to put it in?”

“T-That’s true, but! Gah!”

Blake slung Layla over his shoulder without hesitation, carrying her straight to the bedroom.

The bed stood high—reaching just above his knees—but he wasted no time, dropping her onto the mattress with little care.

As she landed with a startled gasp, he reached for her skirts, pushing them up in one swift motion.

His hand slipped through the parted opening of her drawers, fingers pressing against the warmth hidden beneath.

“Ah!”

“You’re wet, too. Don’t act like you’re not. We have nothing to hide between us.”

Layla couldn’t look at Blake’s face. Her cheeks and ears burned hot and she squeezed her eyes shut.

In fact, she knew it. Ever since she’d taken Blake’s cock in her mouth-no, long before that-her underwear had begun to dampen.

“Liar.”

“Oh, Blake, stop!”

Blake skimmed her pussy and labia outside her wet underwear. Her stomach clenched at the touch of his fingers on her sensitive spot.

“You’re wet from sucking my cock. So naughty.”

“Get away from me!”

“What are you embarrassed about? What could be a more desirable situation for a couple than this? My wife is aroused by sucking and biting her husband’s cock. I’m happy.”

“Blake!”

“You didn’t even realise it, but you’ve fulfilled my need. I’m sure you’ve been starved for a good thrust lately.”

“Ah!”

Blake put his hand on Layla’s groin and spread her legs apart. Blake, who had become a conqueror, looked down at Layla arrogantly.

“Since my wife worked hard for her husband, I should do the same. I’ll suck it with my mouth.”

“Oh, no! It’s okay! Ha, you don’t have to suck it… … .”

She flailed her legs, but couldn’t get out of his grasp.

This was a man who would do whatever he wanted, after all, but she didn’t like the way he pressed his lips to her pussy and licked it with his tongue. It was too stimulating. It made her lose herself. It was like a dangerous drug.

So if she had to do it anyway.

“……You, put it in.”

Layla couldn’t bring herself to meet Blake’s gaze. Her eyes wandered instead—to the sharp line of his jaw, the thick column of his neck, the glimpse of sculpted muscle visible beneath his unbuttoned shirt. Her voice trembled as she forced out the words.

“P-put it in…”

Though no sound came from him, she saw his throat bob as he swallowed hard. For a brief moment, even his breath seemed to stop, as if time itself had frozen. Had she actually caught him off guard? But Blake was never that easy to sway.

“… … You have to tell me properly. You want my cock in your hole?”

“Ugh… … .”

A moan escaped Layla’s lips. Blake lowered his hips. His hot, erect cock rubbed over Layla’s wet underwear. She could feel it, hard and hot, soaked with her juices.

The glans pressed against her hollow vagina as if it would enter at any moment. The entrance pressed against the tip, widening slightly.

“Hmm? Layla.  Say it properly.”

“Haa… Blake…”

“I’m listening.”

Blake braced a hand beside her head, his weight pressing down, surrounding her. The heavy presence of him became more overwhelming, his warmth radiating against her skin.

Avoiding his gaze, Layla turned her head, eyes squeezing shut as she tried to steady her breath.

“Ahhhh……. I want you to fuck my hole, ha.”

“With what? Can I put another guy’s dick in instead of mine? Huh? Or do you mind if I put a dog’s dick in too? I have a wooden model that I can use to poke it?”

“A-ah, no! With yours… Hngh…”

Layla’s panicked voice rang out the moment she heard the chilling edge in his tone. Her eyes snapped open, locking onto Blake’s gaze as he loomed over her.

He was smiling—a slow, satisfied curve of his lips.

“For a moment, I almost thought mine wouldn’t be enough for you.”

Pushing her underwear aside, Blake thrust his cock into her in one swift motion.