The realization courses through my bloodstream, reviving the cells that have been dormant for years. The ones who never thought they would ever trust another man, ever feel safe around one again.
Leon bows his head before placing a hand on my lower back and guiding me out of his office. The trip to his car and to his place is a blur. I greet Persephone quickly, lost in a sea of lust and emotion.
Once I get back up, Leon turns me toward him, shooting me an earnest look. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. We can watch a movie, or go to sleep, or I can take you home right now. I just want you to be comfortable.”
The lump in my throat gets thick enough to send wetness to the corners of my eyes. “I want this.”
His mouth crashes onto mine, showing me how much he wants me. A moan escapes me, but he swallows it, slipping his tongue into my mouth. He closes the distance between our bodies by pressing his hard chest to me. I want to touch him, scratch him, grab him, but all that comes out are frantic touches of my hands. His mouth continues its path down my neck, my collarbone and the cleavage of my dress. This time, my moan is audible.
He gets to his knees, glancing up at me. “Sorry.”
“Wh…” I start to say, but he rips the dress off me, tearing the scraps until I’m left standing naked before him.
“This whole time, you had no underwear on?” he growls, shaking his head.
I shrug, then squeal as he slaps my ass.
“Bedroom, now.”
I scamper to his room, struggling to keep my heels on. He helps me, slipping each shoe off my feet.
His fingers trace my skin from my ankles up to my thighs, eliciting goosebumps in their wake. “Look at you, shivering with need.” I whimper. “You want it bad, don’t you? It’s why you haven’t worn panties.” I nod frantically. “You want me to own this body, to own this pussy.” His fingers make contact with my clit, making me gasp. “And I do. I own it.” He cups it roughly, and I grind into his touch. “No one else can touch it; no one else can see it. And no one else can fuck it.” He emphasizes his words by sliding a finger into my already drenched pussy. “Fucking gorgeous,” he murmurs before his mouth connects with my flesh and my eyes roll to the back of my head.
I can barely keep myself upright, and I guess he notices because he stops what he’s doing to lay me flat on the bed. He spreads my knees wide, lifting them up to my shoulders and exposing my pussy up for him. “Your cunt is soaked, sweetheart. I can’t wait to lap it all up.”
And he does, licking me like I’m his last meal, landing quick licks over my clit. “Touch yourself,” he commands, barely disconnecting from my center. “Pinch those perfect nipples of yours while I eat this delicious cunt.”
My hands rush to rub over my breasts, rubbing the hard buds between my thumb and forefinger. The pleasure coils and builds deep in my spine. My legs shake as his tongue plays me just right. When it gets too much, he moves his mouth, placing his palm to rub my clit instead. The sensation is even harder, barreling me toward my release. He rubs me through my orgasm, and my eyes close while guttural sounds leave my throat.
“Look at me. We’re not done yet,” he says, as the last waves ofmy orgasm ebb. He flattens his tongue, running it over my slit and all the way down to my asshole.
“Anything I want, right?” he asks, circling the tight ring with the tip of his tongue.
My body is spent, but my nerve endings fire up all the same, every word he says, every move he makes acting like an aphrodisiac. “Yes,” I breathe out, and he slips his tongue inside. “Jesus…” I mutter out.
“It’s Leon, baby. Or Mr. Petrovic, however you prefer.” He gets back to eating my ass, making spots appear in my vision. It brings me back to our first night when he did the same thing, cementing himself as the best fuck of my life. “Tell me. Does this feel good? My tongue in your tight little asshole?”
“Mmhm.”
“How about a finger?” With my eyes firmly closed, I can’t see what he’s doing, but I can definitely feel his finger breaching my hole.
Once again, I’m only able to moan.
“And what if I want to fuck it? What if I want to own this little hole, just like I own the rest of you?” Another moan escapes me, so he continues, “Use your words, baby. Do you want my cock in your ass?”
“Y-yes, I want your cock in my ass.”
His finger is now slipping in and out, fucking me slowly. The feeling is unique, but it somehow hits a spot that makes me see stars. My wetness drips from my pussy to his hand, and he latches his lips to my clit again, sucking sharply. I scream.
“I’m going to make it feel so good for you.” I know that. Deep in my bones, I know that. “Stay right there,” he says, taking his finger out and moving to his bedside table. It’s then that I notice he’s still fully dressed, which makes the whole thing even hotter. He’s a powerful man, put together in a suit, while I’m a whimpering, dripping, naked mess.
He returns with a foil packet and a bottle of lubricant. Slowly, he takes his clothes off. My knees are still spreadwide on the bed, my pussy in desperate need of his attention. I want to slide my hand over it, but this is his night. He’s in charge.
The sight of his muscular, broad chest covered in ink narrowing down to the delectable happy trail makes it harder to keep still. When he releases his cock, standing proudly already wet with pre-cum, my pussy clenches with need. Too bad, since she’s obviously not the lucky winner tonight.
I never put much thought into anal sex. It was something I sometimes did to please Robbie. Not the worst thing, and certainly not the best thing I’ve experienced. But just the anticipation of this is better than anything I’ve ever experienced with someone else. Leon pulls a condom on and lathers his cock up with lube, jerking it in languid motions before positioning it at my entrance. He lowers to land a kiss on my lips, leaving me breathless. I feel the pressure as his cock enters me. He must sense I’m tense because he pulls away, staring deep into my eyes.
“I just need you to trust me, baby. I’ll make sure it feels good. Okay?”
