This Mouth Was Born to Take Cock (Perry's POV)

My lashes fluttered violently in terror, and my body's instinct moved faster than my brain—I immediately shrank deeper into the covers, but his large hand clamped around my wrist like an iron vice, sending a sharp, dull ache radiating through the bone.

"It hurts... let go... I didn't mean to..." I turned my head away, trying to escape his aggressively invasive gaze, but tears welled up at the corners of my eyes from both fear and the physiological emptiness, spilling down along the bridge of my nose and disappearing into my disheveled hair. "It's just your scent... I couldn't control myself..." I choked out the words, and though reason told me I should push him away immediately, my Omega body in heat was devastatingly honest—my fingertips still craved the scorching heat radiating from his palm, unwilling to pull away completely.

Ryan loomed over me, his chest heaving violently, and in the darkness, his amber eyes churned with savagery, irritation, and a hint of struggle that even he hadn't noticed. We remained locked in this standoff for over ten seconds, the air thick with his domineering sandalwood pheromones that threatened to devour my faint lime scent entirely.

Just as I thought he would slap me across the face or kick me out of bed, he suddenly released the pressure, abruptly letting go of my wrist. His long arm reached out, his large hand gripping the small of my back as he roughly yanked me forward, dragging me mercilessly into his broad, solid embrace.

He said nothing, only tightened his arms around me, pressing me firmly against his burning chest muscles. His chin rested atop my head, and one long leg arrogantly crossed over mine, pinning my legs down—it was a posture of absolute possession and confinement.

The rich Alpha pheromones enveloped me like a thick, impenetrable blanket, wrapping around me completely. Without the need for actual penetration or marking, this zero-distance physical contact and high-concentration pheromone comfort finally began to quiet the clamoring emptiness in my reproductive cavity.

Pressed tightly against his strong, powerful heartbeat, surrounded by that reassuring sandalwood scent, exhaustion and drowsiness washed over me like a tide, and I fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, sunlight filtered through the gaps in the curtains, casting a patch of light on the carpet.

Half-awake, I felt breathing becoming extremely difficult—something hot, wet, and soft covered my lips, savagely biting at my lower lip.

"Mm..." I twisted my neck uncomfortably, letting out a soft whimper as I tried to escape the suffocating sensation.

But this not only failed to make him retreat—it invited an even more predatory invasion.

Ryan's tongue roughly pried open my slightly parted teeth, driving straight in and sweeping arbitrarily across the inside of my mouth. His coarse tongue scraped against my palate, curled around the tip of my tongue to suck forcefully, and compelled me to swallow the saliva he forced into my mouth.

The kiss jolted me completely awake. Opening my eyes, I found myself face-to-face with Ryan at impossibly close range, his usually cold eyes now burning with a dark fire born of having tasted pleasure, fixed intently on me.

"Whimpering so wantonly first thing in the morning—were you having a wet dream?" Ryan finally released my lips, his thumb roughly wiping away the silver thread of saliva at the corner of my mouth, his voice carrying the distinctive huskiness and magnetism of early morning.

Only then did I realize that after an entire night of sleeping in each other's arms, our pheromones had thoroughly merged together. The air floated with an ambiguous blend of lime sweetness and sandalwood steadiness. Even more alarming was the terrifyingly sized morning erection from his lower body—separated only by the thin bedsheet, it pressed straight and hard against the inside of my thigh, radiating shocking heat.

Ryan looked at my eyes, reddened from just waking up, the corner of his mouth pulling into a wicked smile. Clearly, he found my few unguarded whimpers quite satisfying. He yanked away the covers over us, fully exposing our two naked bodies to the morning light.

"Didn't feed that slutty little hole of yours enough last night? Already flowing again down there?" Ryan's hand traveled up from my flat abdomen, his rough, calloused palm mercilessly covering the two points on my chest. He pinched one of the nipples that had stiffened slightly from the temperature change between his index and middle fingers, his nail deliberately scraping across the sensitive areola before pulling outward forcefully.

"Ah... it hurts... Ryan, don't pinch..." I arched my chest, trying to evade the sharp stimulation, but instead ended up offering the other side of my chest right into his palm.

"Hurt? I'd say you're so turned on you're dripping," Ryan chuckled lowly, his large hand kneading my not-particularly-developed chest muscles without restraint, forcibly pinching those two nubs until they were swollen and engorged. "Didn't your family teach you that the first thing a married bitch should do when waking up is service her husband's cock?"

He directly bent one leg, his knee forcefully prying my legs apart, displaying the purple-red erection jutting from his groin—over twenty centimeters—without any reservation before my eyes.

The cock was terrifyingly large, its thick shaft covered with protruding veins. The coronal ridge secreted copious amounts of transparent, viscous precum that dripped down from the massive mushroom-shaped head. The foreskin had completely retracted, exposing the dark inner membrane rolled outward, emanating an intense hormonal scent and the distinctive musky odor of male anatomy.

"Open your mouth," Ryan grabbed a fistful of hair at the back of my head, pressing my face toward his groin with no room for refusal. "Lick it clean. Yesterday your back hole got filled with a bellyful of cum, today your mouth needs to do some work too."

I was forced into a kneeling position on the bed, staring at that ferocious weapon, swallowing hard. Though we'd been married for some time, this was my first time receiving it orally while fully conscious.

"Not going to lick? Then I'll just have to shove it straight into that reproductive cavity of yours that's still in heat." Seeing my hesitation, Ryan's tone instantly darkened, making as if to aim his glans at the opening behind me.

"I'll lick... I'll lick!" Frightened, I quickly wrapped my arms around his muscular thigh, opening my mouth and leaning toward the heat-radiating cock.

I first extended my tongue tip, tentatively licking at the engorged head. The precum spread across my tongue with a slightly salty and fishy taste. Ryan's Adam's apple bobbed as he let out a muffled grunt, his large hand directly pressing the back of my head and pushing forward forcefully.

"Ugh!"

The thick glans instantly pried open my throat, plunging straight into the depths. The suffocating sensation of my throat being forcibly stretched made tears spring to my eyes immediately. I frantically clawed at his thighs, making gurgling swallowing sounds in my throat, my stomach churning violently as the gag reflex caused my esophagus to contract uncontrollably.

"Fuck... so damn tight, this mouth of yours was born to take cock..." Ryan tilted his head back in pleasure, his hips beginning to thrust in small motions, pumping in and out of my oral cavity. "Swallow it down, swallow all that's dripping out into your belly."

I could only try to flatten my tongue, letting the inside of my mouth envelop that thing as much as possible. Each time he withdrew to my lips, I would wrap my lips tightly around the shaft, licking away the fluids along the coronal ridge. When he suddenly thrust his hips for a deep throat penetration, I would accept it passively through tears, enduring the hard object pounding in my esophagus.

Saliva I couldn't swallow in time flowed down the corners of my mouth, pulling obscene silver threads that dripped onto his pubic hair and scrotum.

"Tsk, so shameless! You can drool all over your face just from sucking cock." Ryan looked down at my disheveled state as I swallowed and released him, the desire in his eyes burning hotter. He withdrew his glistening wet cock, looking at how it was covered with my shiny saliva, and gave my cheek a satisfied pat.

"Is that slutty hole down there ready?"

Ryan slid his fingers, wet with my saliva, down the line of my spine until he found the tightly closed back entrance with unerring accuracy.

Having just endured rough cleaning and an enema last night, the edges of the sphincter were still slightly reddened, but after a whole night of pheromone blending, the Omega body had already let down its guard this morning. When his fingertip pressed against the opening, it immediately secreted a slick stream of intestinal fluid in a conditioned reflex, eager to swallow his fingers inside.

"What a lewd cum receptacle—you were crying just a moment ago, but now, before even a finger's gone in, you're already this wet down here." Ryan humiliated me mercilessly with vulgar language while bringing his middle and index fingers together and shoving them straight into the rectal ampulla.

"Ah... mmm..." My whole body trembled, my chin resting weakly on his thigh as the soft flesh of my intestinal walls instantly clenched around those two invading fingers, the warm mucous membrane eagerly sucking at them.

Ryan stirred quickly inside a couple of times, his fingertips immediately locating the raised prostate on the anterior rectal wall. Without mercy, he pressed down hard and ground back and forth.

"Haa... Ryan... don't press there... it feels strange..." My waist went limp instantly, and my half-erect member in front even leaked transparent wetness from the tip due to this electric current of pleasure.

"Don't press? Then what do you want me to use? This big cock that's covered in your spit to fuck you raw?" Ryan sneered as he withdrew his fingers, pulling out a lewd wet sound.

He gripped my waist and flipped me over, pulling my legs apart. That thick, hot, rigid cock aimed straight at the opening that kept secreting intestinal fluid.