“Come here.” Leo lifts me off him and pulls me up to his face.
“What are you doing?” I gasp as he makes me straddle his face and begins licking over my nub. “Oh.” I grip the headboard to steady myself.
“I’m making your pussy feel better.” He licks my clit so gently I think I might explode from the pleasure of it all.
Leo holds my backside, keeping me in place. The pleasure is too much for me to ignore. My hips begin rocking back and forth on his face. He groans, licking me harder.
I can’t stop myself from moaning. “Leo!”
“Scream my name as I eat your pussy.” He licks me from the bottom of my slit to the top. When his tongue enters me, I can’t hold back my loud moan.
“Oh! Leo!” I love letting my voice get loud. My mother always expected me to be quiet and demure but with Leo, he wants me to be vocal.
He groans as he eats me out. It’s so taboo and wrong what he’s doing and yet, so right. I never want this to stop.
Leo finds that perfect spot on my nub to flick it over and over and over again.
I can’t hold back my next orgasm. It’s the weakest of them all but still powerful. I slump onto the bed, breathing heavy, my body on fire. It’s spent and tired yet I’ve never felt this alive before.
“How does your pussy feel now?” He cups his hand between my legs, rubbing me. Weakly, I raise my hips to meet his hand. “Better?”
“Yes,” I gasp.
“I took you hard. But I knew you could take it. You’re strong, Emma. Stronger than I initially gave you credit for. I will not lose you to another man.” He rubs his palm against my nub harder. My legs flop to the side as I let him pleasure me. I have no more energy left.
Leo sits up, locking his eyes with me as he plays with my pussy. “You are mine, baby. Never forget that.”
“And you’re mine.”
“I couldn’t forget that. Trust me.” He kisses each of my nipples as he rubs me harder. “This body belongs to me. These breasts. This pretty, little pussy.” His finger flicks my nub, making me gasp. “These lips.” He presses a gentle, soft kiss to my lips. I arch into him, needing more. “You are mine, Emma. I know I don’t deserve you but you are mine and I’m not letting you go.”
“I don’t want you to,” I admit. “I don’t want to be anyone else’s wife.”
“Do you still want to live on your own?” He presses his finger against my clit harder, making my hips buck up. “Or do you want to stay here? With me.”
It’s a loaded question. A part of me still dreams of being my own person entirely but I don’t know how to live on my own.Whereas Leo is offering me his protection. A life with Leo would be wonderful as his wife instead of his prisoner.
“I want to stay with you,” I whisper. “But I still want my own freedom.”
Leo frowns, not quite happy with my response. But it’s the honest truth and I have always been nothing but honest with him. “As long as you live here, you’re mine. Deal?”
“Deal.”
He rubs his palm harder against my nub until I can’t take it anymore and find another orgasm.
“It’s too much,” I whimper. “You’re going to kill me from this.”
“You can’t die from pleasure, baby. Trust me.” He kisses me deeply as he lines his cock up to my entrance. I moan when he enters me once again. My body is so sore and yet, I feel desperate for more of him.
His thrusts this time are slow and methodic. Gentle.
Leo kisses me while his hand cups my breasts. I cling to his shoulders. His body is a piece of art and I want to feel him everywhere, all over, for the rest of my life.
“You like my cock inside of you, don’t you?” he whispers into my ear, pressing a kiss to the sensitive spot on my neck.
“Yes,” I admit.
“Then feel me inside of you. Feel me everywhere.” He rocks against me over and over. I am lost in pleasure, I can barely even think of my own name. “This is me claiming you, baby. No man will have you. Only me.”
