Chapter 209: Greedy Little Lamb

Ravial didn’t stop.

He kept his fingers buried deep inside her, fucking her with rough, punishing strokes while his other hand came down again and again on her swollen, dripping pussy.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Each sharp slap landed directly on her sensitive folds, making wet, obscene sounds echo through the room. Her pussy turned bright red, puffy and glistening, clit throbbing visibly with every impact. Leitana cried out, legs shaking violently as pain and pleasure twisted together.

“Such a naughty, dripping little lamb,” Ravial growled, voice dark and filthy. “Look at you. Spanked raw and still leaking all over my hand like a desperate whore. You love when I punish this greedy pussy, don’t you?”

He pinched her swollen clit hard between his fingers, rolling it roughly as he slammed his fingers deeper. Leitana screamed, back arching off the bed, tears pouring down her face.

“Mi Ravial…! Please it hurts, mi can’t…!”

He leaned down and devoured her.

His mouth latched onto her abused pussy, tongue thrusting deep inside her while he sucked and munched on her folds like a starving man. He licked and slurped noisily, messy and aggressive, his tongue flicking rapidly over her clit before sucking it hard into his mouth again. All the while, he kept spanking her outer lips with his free hand, sharp, stinging slaps that made her jolt and cry out.

Leitana was a sobbing, shaking mess. “Please… please let mi cum… mi sorry… mi belong to you… please..”

Ravial pulled back just as she was about to tip over the edge, wiping her tears roughly with his thumb.

“Not yet,” he said coldly. “You don’t deserve to cum tonight.”

He lifted her effortlessly, flipping her onto her knees in front of him on the bed. Leitana was still trembling, face wet with tears, when he pulled his thick, heavy cock out of his pants. It was rock hard, veins pulsing, the fat head already leaking precum.

Her eyes widened at the sight.

Ravial gripped her jaw firmly, forcing her to look up at him.

“Open your mouth,” he ordered. “You’re going to take my cock down your throat like a good little wife.”

Leitana nodded shakily, nervous and inexperienced. She parted her lips.

Ravial didn’t ease her in.

He pushed the thick head past her lips and thrust deep in one smooth motion, hitting the back of her throat. Leitana gagged instantly, eyes watering as she choked around his length. He held her head in place with both hands, hips rocking forward, fucking her mouth with deep, deliberate strokes.

“That’s it,” he groaned, voice rough with lust. “Take it. All the way. Choke on your husband’s cock like the naughty girl you are.”

Tears streamed down her face as he pushed deeper, the fat head bullying the back of her throat. She gagged and drooled around him, saliva dripping down her chin, but she didn’t pull away. She tried her best to take him, sucking clumsily, tongue swirling around the underside as he used her mouth.

Ravial’s grip tightened in her hair. “Good girl… just like that. Let me fuck this pretty throat.”

He thrust harder, deeper, choking her with every stroke, his heavy balls slapping against her chin. Leitana’s eyes rolled back, gagging and moaning around his cock as he used her mercilessly.

Then he slowed down.

He pulled back until only the thick, glistening head rested on her tongue. He slapped his heavy cock against her lips, wet, lewd smacks that left strings of spit connecting them. He rubbed the swollen head across her mouth, painting her lips with precum and her own saliva, teasing her.

“Open,” he ordered softly.

She obeyed, lips parted, tongue out.

He leaned down and kissed her, messy, filthy, tongue sliding against hers, tasting himself on her. Then he straightened and pushed back in slowly, inch by inch, filling her mouth again.

“Breathe through your nose, little lamb,” he murmured, voice dark and patient. “Slow… just like that. Relax your throat for me.”

Leitana tried, breathing shakily through her nose as he slid in and out in long, purposeful strokes. Spit dripped freely from the corners of her mouth, running down her chin and onto her chest. Her eyes watered, but she kept sucking, hollowing her cheeks, trying to please him.

Ravial groaned in approval. “Good girl… such a good little wife taking my cock so deep.”

He kept the slow, deep rhythm for a while, letting her adjust, then suddenly sped up, fucking her mouth faster, harder, the wet gagging sounds filling the room again. Spit flew with every thrust. He held her head steady, using her throat like a toy.

Then he slowed again, almost gentle, stroking her hair as he pushed deep and held there, letting her choke and flutter around him.

“Fuck… look at the mess you’re making,” he growled, voice thick. “Drooling all over your husband’s cock like a desperate slut. You love this, don’t you?”

Leitana could only moan around him, nodding weakly, tears and spit covering her face as he continued switching between slow, teasing strokes and rough, throat-fucking thrusts.

Ravial’s breathing grew heavier. He was close.

But he wasn’t going to let her off easy tonight.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered, voice rough and commanding. “Rub that greedy little clit while you suck my cock. I want to see how wet you get from choking on me.”

Leitana’s eyes widened in shock, a fresh wave of embarrassment flooding her cheeks. But she didn’t hesitate for long. Her hand slid down her body, trembling fingers finding her swollen, soaked clit. The moment she started rubbing slow circles, she moaned loudly around his thick cock, the vibration making Ravial groan.

“Good girl,” he praised darkly, hips rocking forward. “Keep going. Don’t stop.”

He reached down and pinched her left nipple hard, twisting it between his fingers. Leitana whimpered, back arching as pain and pleasure shot through her. He slapped her breast firmly, watching it bounce, then did the same to the other one, sharp, stinging slaps that left her tits red and sensitive.

His gaze dropped hungrily to her small, rounded belly. The sight of their child growing inside her while she knelt before him, sucking his cock and rubbing her clit like a desperate slut, made something primal and possessive flare inside him.

“Fuck… look at you,” he growled, voice thick. “Pregnant with my son and still so fucking filthy for me.”

He grabbed her hair tighter and started fucking her mouth with deeper, more controlled thrusts, pushing until the head of his cock bullied the back of her throat again and again. Spit poured from her lips, dripping down her chin and onto her heaving breasts.

Leitana’s fingers moved faster on her clit, her moans turning into desperate, gagging sounds. Tears streamed down her face as she struggled to breathe through her nose, but she never stopped sucking him, never stopped rubbing herself.

Ravial pulled out suddenly, his cock glistening with her saliva. He slapped the heavy, wet length against her swollen lips and cheeks, once, twice, three times leaving strings of spit connecting them.

“Open wider,” he commanded.

She obeyed instantly, tongue out, eyes glassy with lust and submission.

He rubbed the fat head all over her lips, painting them with precum, then pushed back in slowly, savoring the tight heat of her throat. He held himself deep for several seconds, watching her choke and flutter around him, before pulling back and repeating the motion, slow, deep, filthy thrusts that made her drool uncontrollably.

“You’re going to take every inch tonight,” he growled, slapping her tits again as he fucked her mouth. “And you’re not cumming until I say so.”

Leitana whimpered around his cock, fingers still rubbing her clit desperately, completely lost in his dominance.