The Mind-Reading Mate: Why Is the Lycan King So Obsessed With Me?!-Chapter 137: Eating A Lollipop [M]

"You don’t have to," Edmund said gently. "Even when you do nothing, I already feel so good."

Primrose narrowed her eyes, not entirely satisfied with his answer. She had spent years learning techniques to please him, so now that she finally had the chance, she really wanted to know how he’d react.

"But I want to," she murmured, her hand slowly reaching down to the front of his pants. She gently touched his big brother, who was still hidden behind the fabric. "You always make me feel good, so let me return the favor."

Edmund swallowed hard as Primrose pulled down his pants. "What favor? I do it because I like seeing you feel good."

Primrose smiled. "So do I."

She got off the bed and asked her husband to sit on the edge.

Even though Edmund said she didn’t need to do anything, the Lycan King didn’t move to stop his wife as she knelt in front of him.

Primrose paused, momentarily stunned as his big manhood stood proudly before her face.

She had read descriptions of how to please a man like this, but now that she was about to try it, she suddenly felt a little shy.

Should she just back away and tell him she’d changed her mind?

[Is my wife ... really going to suck me?] Edmund thought, barely breathing.

[I don’t want to dirty her mouth ... but I can’t help but wait for it to happen.]

Ah, she couldn’t back down now, not when he was looking at her like that. If she did, he might feel disappointed.

Forget shame. Forget pride. The only thing she wanted was to make him feel good, showing him that he wasn’t the only one who could bring pleasure to his partner.

With hesitant fingers, Primrose reached out and gently explored him, tracing along his shaft before wrapping both hands around it.

In the book she had read, it said there were certain spots that could heighten a man’s pleasure.

Maybe she would try to explore all of them.

She brushed her hair back, but when she couldn’t find a hair tie, she reached for Edmund’s hand and whispered, "Can you hold my hair?"

Edmund nodded, a little awkward, gently gathering her hair and holding it at the back of her head.

His mind was a mess, part of him thought he should stop her, but the other part ... the other part was too overwhelmed to think straight.

So in the end, he said nothing, did nothing, and simply let his wife take care of him.

Primrose lowered her head. She parted her lips and gently licked the tip of his manhood, almost like she was tasting a lollipop.

She wasn’t sure if she could fit all of him inside her mouth, but she was willing to try.

However, even when she had only taken in half of him, her mouth already felt full. There just wasn’t enough space to take the rest, no matter how much she wanted to.

That was fine, she told herself.

She could still please him in other ways, even if she couldn’t take all of him in. Besides, if she suddenly choked and fainted because of how big he was, Edmund might be scarred for life.

No—scratch that. She would be the one traumatized!

She moved carefully, making sure her teeth didn’t graze his skin, remembering from what she’d read that it could cause pain instead of pleasure.

"Wife..." Edmund’s voice was low and strained. "You really don’t have to do this."

But even as he said the words, his hand moved a little, guiding her down slowly, as if he couldn’t help it, as if he didn’t want to stop her at all.

Primrose didn’t respond. She just focused on what she was doing, taking half of his manhood into her mouth while using her hands to gently stroke the rest of him.

Edmund let out a low growl. The way his usually shy wife had suddenly turned so bold and naughty, only made his desire burn hotter.

He had never dared to imagine that his sweet, innocent wife would be on her knees in front of him, pleasing him so well that his manhood throbbed inside her mouth.

Without even realizing it, his fingers tangled in her soft crimson hair, giving it a gentle tug. Primrose flinched slightly from the pull but didn’t complain. She simply kept going.

Her round eyes looked up at him, as if asking, ’Am I doing it right?’

"Wife ...." He groaned. "If you keep doing that, I might lose control."

Despite his warning, Primrose didn’t stop. Instead, she slowed down just a little, her warm tongue wrapping around his manhood while her hands slid lower to gently touch his sacks.

Every movement she made nearly drove him insane.

He clenched his jaw, trying to hold back the urge to thrust forward.

He didn’t want to hurt her, but the desire building inside him was so strong, it was starting to make him feel frustrated.

Primrose had been pleasuring him for almost fifteen minutes. Her mouth was starting to feel numb, and her knees were getting sore from kneeling on the hard floor for so long.

A part of her wanted to give up, thinking that maybe her technique was still bad or maybe she was not making him feel as good as she hoped.

But just as she was about to give up, she noticed that Edmund’s manhood felt a little bigger in her mouth, and his growls were deeper, more strained than before.

Was this a sign he was about to come?

If so, what should she do?

Some books said it was fine to swallow a man’s release, while others warned it might upset her stomach.

But ... this was Edmund’s seed. If his saliva could heal her wounds and restore her energy, could his release do the same?

After all, both saliva and semen were body fluids. And since she always woke up feeling refreshed the next day, maybe, his release could do the same.

So, she made up her mind. She would swallow it.