Page 72 of Under the Lion Star

With that, he dropped to his knees, pushing lightly on my stomach until I sat on the edge of the bed. His hands sank into the flesh of my thighs, pulling me open before he set one on each of his shoulders.

“You’re dripping,” he teased, rubbing his hands up and down my legs.

“Shut up,” I breathed, threading my fingers into his hair.

He gave a quiet laugh before running his tongue through my slit. Leor had already demonstrated his skilled tongue, but I couldn’t help but marvel at how adept he was at reading me. Every moan, every sigh, every time my body twitched, he used it to determine what I needed without me having to say a word. And within moments, as he ate me like a man starved, I crashed over the edge, calling out his name.

“Up,” he commanded, standing over me.

My eyes slowly opened, wondering in what realm he thought my legs were functional enough to stand after what he had done to me. His smirk grew, and he leaned down to kiss my lips, his face slick with the evidence of my pleasure.

I stood on trembling legs, watching as he sat on the bed, his back resting against the headboard and his cock standing fully erect.

“Sit on it,” he commanded, gesturing to his length with his chin.

I stepped forward, but he clicked his tongue and swirled his finger in the air. My cheeks flushed, but I turned, backing toward the bed and crawling up as gracefully as I could manage.

Leor ran his hands over my ass, up to my waist, and back down. He guided me until I felt him notch himself at my entrance. Slowly, I eased down onto him, letting out a whimper as his cock stretched my core.

“That’s my girl,” he praised, running his hands up and down my back.

When I was fully seated on him, we both groaned, and Leor leaned forward, his hot breath coasting across my ear as he spoke.

“This is your throne,” he said darkly, holding my hips in a bruising grip. “Not that fucking chair next to mine. This. Right. Here.”

Each word was punctuated by Leor pulling my body down onto his. The rough strokes left me breathless. I set my hands on his knees, using them as leverage as I lifted myself off of him, letting Leor be the one to pull me back down.

He pushed me forward, causing my face to press into the mattress as he shifted to get on his knees behind me. Without pause, he entered me once more and pounded into me. His hand snaked around my front, rubbing over me with increasing pressure until I came undone. My body pulsed around his length, my moans turning to whimpers as I fell apart underneath him.

Leor pulled out once more, grabbing my thigh and flipping me onto my back. Our eyes met and held, and he slowly slid back in, his eyes falling closed as he panted against my neck.

“You feel too good,” he groaned. “Why the fuck do you feel so good?”

His hips moved fluidly, his thrusts no longer unrestrained, but he pressed into me each time, ensuring that I took every single inch of him inside of me.

“Leor,” I moaned.

“I know,” he kissed the side of my neck. “I know what you need.”

He rose onto his hands, balancing on one as he used his other arm to hook under my thigh, spreading me wider for him. Sinking even deeper, he resumed his earlier pace, thrusting himself into me over and over. My back arched, and my fingertips dug into his shoulders.

“Touch yourself,” he commanded hoarsely. “Give me one more.”

“I can’t,” I pleaded, shaking my head.

“You can,” he growled. “You will.”

My hand slid between us, and I rubbed circles at the apex of my thighs while he continued to thrust into me. His breath was ragged, but his eyes were fixated on where we were joined.

The moment I came undone, he fell with me, grunting with each slow thrust as he filled me with his release.

Leor collapsed, attempting to hold himself up on his forearms but ultimately giving up and laying on top of me.

“I need a minute,” he panted. “Don’t suffocate.”

I laughed, wrapping him with my arms and legs and delighting in the pressure of his body pressing mine into the bed.

“Gods, Z,” he groaned, pulling himself up and sliding out of me. “Ah, fuck, I should’ve pulled out.”

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