The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 78: Stretched for the Lycan King [M]

Edmund took off all his clothes in no time, revealing his large manhood to Primrose for the second time.

She swallowed hard. Even though this was her second time seeing that giant "sausage," she still couldn’t believe it could actually fit inside her.

But she knew her worries didn’t really matter because her body had already proven it could take all of him. Edmund let out a low growl and took a deep breath the moment her inner walls tightened around him so perfectly.

[She feels too good.]

[Maybe even better than last time.]

Primrose gripped the sheets beneath her as Edmund pushed deeper inside. A soft moan slipped from her lips, sounding like a melody that filled the room.

"Edmund ... nghh~" Her legs trembled the moment he started moving his hips. But his pace was slow—too slow. So slow, it made Primrose feel frustrated.

[We haven’t done this in weeks. I’m afraid it might be too much for her if I go too fast ...]

However, moving too long felt just as torturous!

"Husband," Primrose tugged gently at his arm, her round eyes gazing up at him. "Can ... can you move faster?"

Edmund held his breath for a few seconds and didn’t say a word. Instead of speeding up like she asked, he completely stopped moving.

’What’s wrong with him?’

Was he upset because she commented on his rhythm? But wouldn’t it have been worse if she said nothing at all?

"Edm—"

Primrose stopped talking the moment Edmund suddenly pulled his manhood out of her honeypot and got off the bed, leaving her even more confused and speechless.

Was he really mad?! But why?!

Luckily, she didn’t have to stay in that panicked state for long because what Edmund did next was completely unexpected.

Without saying a word, he gently pulled her body closer until she was lying at the edge of the bed, while he stood right in front of it.

[I heard this position lets me move more freely... and faster.]

Who even told him that?!

Before she could react, Edmund bent her legs until her knees were almost touching her chest. Then, without hesitation, he guided his rock-hard manhood back to her entrance.

This position ... it was way too embarrassing!

Her throbbing hole and her not-so-flat butt were basically on full display for him!

Primrose threw her head back and moaned loudly the moment Edmund slid himself back into her in one deep thrust. She bit her lip, clutching onto his arms as he held her legs in place.

Edmund let out a low groan. [She’s so damn tight ...]

Or maybe ... he was just way too big!

Primrose could barely think because her mind clouded with pleasure as Edmund started moving again, this time with more strength, more speed.

The edge of the bed creaked softly beneath her, but all she could focus on was the way he filled her so deeply, over and over again.

"Edmund ... ah—" Her moans came out in broken gasps, and her fingers dug into his arms as he kept her legs steady. ƒreewebɳovel.com

"You feel so good," he murmured, not just in his thoughts, but out loud.

Primrose hadn’t expected that hearing such filthy words directly from him would turn her on even more.

She wanted to hide her face ... but at the same time, she didn’t want to look away. She wanted to see Edmund’s expression while he was on top of her.

Edmund shifted his grip and pulled her legs even closer to him, lifting them gently until her calves rested on his shoulders.

The new position made her stretch open for him in a way that felt deeper, more intense.

She gasped, hands flying to the leather mat as he slid back inside her, slowly, deliberately. "Ah—Edmund ..."

He groaned low in his throat, his hands gripping her thighs as he began to move again, hips snapping forward in powerful, steady thrusts.

[This position ... I can feel all of her,] Edmund thought.

Primrose could barely breathe. Her body was trembling again, overly sensitive and desperate for more at the same time.

And yet, she didn’t want him to stop.

"Y-You feel so deep," she whimpered, her voice cracking as her back arched off the bed.

"Husband ... I can’t— I’m going to—" She said weakly, tears pricking at the corners of her eyes, not from pain, but from how full, how pleasured, how completely overwhelmed she felt.

Just like that, her body gave in.

She trembled beneath him, her toes curling, her back arching off the bed as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her. She clung to him tightly, calling his name between soft cries, like she couldn’t hold anything back anymore.

Edmund groaned deeply, feeling her tighten around him, pulling him in even more. [Shit, I’m close.]

Edmund gritted his teeth, trying to hold back. He wanted to give his wife time to enjoy her orgasm, to let her body relax after such an intense release, but he couldn’t help it.

Her tightness, her warmth, the way she clung to him and whispered his name, it drove him wild.

His rhythm faltered slightly as his need took over. "Primrose ..." he groaned, his voice rough and low, "I’m sorry ... I can’t—"

She was still trembling beneath him, her body soft and sensitive, but she tried to reach his face and whispered, "It’s okay ... come inside me."

That was all it took.

With a low, broken moan, Edmund thrust deep one last time and came hard, emptying himself inside her. His whole body tensed as the pleasure washed over him, overwhelming and all-consuming.

He stayed there for a moment, holding her tightly, chest rising and falling against hers as he tried to catch his breath.

When he finally pulled back just enough to look at her, his eyes were softer, filled with warmth, love, and a little disbelief.

Primrose thought Edmund was about to say something romantic—something that would make her feel even more shy and flustered.

But instead, he said something that made her want to slap his face. "Wife, do you think one shot is enough to make a baby?"