My tongue pokes out at the sight of his broad shoulders and defined pecs, covered in inked quotes and symbolic images. A man as rich as he is should never be this hot. That is probably a law of nature he’s breaking. He slips his shoes off and unbuttons his pants before climbing over me.
“This.” He tips my chin up with his finger. “This is what I was imagining pumping into my fist like a horny schoolboy. These sinful lips.” His thumb brushes over my lips and slips inside my mouth.
I suck on it as hard as I can before teasing it with my tongue, making him growl.
His other hand travels over my face, my collarbone and stops on the swell of my breasts. “These fucking tits,” he almost whispers, pulling my dress down to set them free. “I barely had achance to touch them last time.” His mouth lowers to an aching nipple, wrapping itself around it.
“Fuckkkk…” I breathe out. He circles the pebbled nub with his tongue before nipping it with his teeth and repeats the process on the other one.
His hands travel lower, finding purchase on my hips. “This fucking body, made to be fucked by me.” A breath hitches in my throat.
“The dress. Take it off,” I pant.
“Patience, sweetheart. I thought your brain was in charge.”
I bare my teeth at him, practically growling, and a laugh rumbles out of him.
My mouth opens to protest more, but he shuts me up with his lips. They’re rough and demanding, and they almost make me forget what I was complaining about. But when his fingers find the zipper on my side, I remember. I have way too many clothes on. He lowers the zipper down to my hip, making my skin prickle. He starts peeling the dress off my body, but it’s a tight fit. I guess he deems it too slow because the next thing I hear is the sound of fabric ripping.
I let out a gasp. “That was one of my favorite dresses!”
His mouth follows the path of my naked skin, and he nips my hip with his teeth. “I’ll get you a new one.”
He spreads my legs, kissing the inner side of my thigh, and I realize his intention. Not this time. I’m going to win this time.
I pull him up by his hair, planting my lips on his. My tongue finds the inside of his mouth and works in tandem with his until I’m sure he’s forgotten all about his plans. Once he’s fully focused on the kiss, his cock poking my thigh from the inside of his pants, I use the fact that he’s distracted to flip him over on his back. He’s surprised for a second, but I don’t doubt he could have resisted my attempt with only a fraction of his strength.
“Got somewhere you need to be?”
I kneel between his legs, glancing right up at him. “I need this cock inside my mouth.”
He hisses as I pull the aforementioned cock from his pants and grip it roughly with my hand. It’s bigger than I remember. It’s thick and smooth with angry veins bulging out. My mouth waters. I lower to land a long, languid lick to his shaft, and he rubs a hand over his face.
“Shiiiit…” he mutters, making me smile.
I repeat the same thing, licking him from root to tip, then swirl my tongue around the most sensitive spot. I suck in only the smallest amount of flesh, and his abs contract. His hands find their way into my hair, holding me almost desperately. He releases a whimper that shoots straight to my core.
“What is it, Leon? Something you want?” I coo.
He groans. “Yeah. I want to fill that mouth.”
“Sorry, no can do.” I continue teasing him, the smile never leaving my lips. My thighs grow wetter as my pussy drips, and I squeeze them together to find some relief.
The harsh flex of his thighs is all the warning I get before he lifts my head from his cock, drops me to lie on my back and comes to stand next to the bed. “Fucking tease,” he mutters, pulling me back until my head is hanging off the bed.
The position is vulnerable, exposed. His palms wrap around the back of my neck, but my lungs don’t constrict with fear. No, liquid lust courses through my veins, simmering before reaching the boiling point.
Leon takes his pants all the way off, along with his socks. “Open wide,” he says, his voice rough like gravel.
My heart rate picks up as I do what he says. He leans forward, giving me a view of his rock-hard, precum-dripping cock before placing it on my tongue. His taste invades my senses, and I let out a moan.
“That’s it. I need you to make it nice and wet, so I can fuck your mouth the way I want to.” Another moan escapes me as I swirl my tongue around him. “Pinch my leg if you need me to stop.”
I nod, but he slips his cock deeper into my mouth, deepenough to hit the back of my throat. I gag, my chest struggling to breathe, but his hand on my head is soft, caressing.
“Relax, sweetheart. Let me in that sassy mouth.”
His words trickle over me like honey, spurring me on. Taking a deep breath, I try to relax my throat. He enters my mouth again. Electricity buzzes through me as I feel how hard he is. He’s so deep that he cuts off my oxygen supply, but the feeling is heady.
