Page 25 of The Perfect Snipe

I smile up at him, a wicked grin that promises all sorts of dirty things as I unbutton his dress slacks. My fingers hook into the waistband, tugging them down along with his boxers, freeing his cock.

Holy fucking shit.

I knew he was big, could see the outline of him through his sweatpants the night I fell. But it's another thing entirely to see him up close and personal. He's thick and long and hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum. My pussy clenches at the sight of him, desperate to be filled.

“Cat.” His voice comes out strangled.

I love it.

Love the power I have over him as I wrap my hand around his shaft, my thumb circling the sensitive head. I jerk him softly at first, building a slow, torturous rhythm, my eyes locked on his the entire time.

He shivers, his eyes fluttering shut for a second before snapping open again, dark and hungry.

There's something intoxicating about watching a giant of a man like Leo unravel beneath my touch. I want to see him come undone, want him to lose control. But I also want to make him suffer a little bit first.

I lean in, my breath hot on his cock, but I don't take him in my mouth. Not yet. I want to see just how long he can resist before shoving himself inside.

Leo groans. Five seconds. That’s all it takes before his hand grips the nape of my neck. “Stop fucking around and show me what a good girl you are. Show me how beautiful you look as you choke on my cock.”

A thrill of pleasure pools in my core at his words, at the raw, dirty demand in them. I grip him tighter with one hand, the other cupping his balls, giving them an encouraging squeeze.

“You got me so fucking hard.” His fingers twist between strands of my hair, his hips moving the faintest amount.

Those words make it impossible to keep teasing him. I need to taste him now. I run my tongue lightly over the head of his cock, lingering on the ridge, tasting the slight saltiness of his precum. Then I lick harder over the top of the vein along his shaft, and he twitches in response.

His hands fist in my hair as I take him deeper, my throat contracting around him. He pulls me forward, pushing another inch into my mouth, and my eyes water as the heated smooth skin of his cock slides further into me.

He groans, a deep guttural sound as he adjusts his stance. “Good girl, Hellcat. Make sure to suck every drop out of me.”

I moan around his thick length, my hand dropping between my legs to rub my throbbing clit as he fucks my mouth. My pussy clenches on my fingers as I shove two inside and suck his cock harder.

“Such a good girl when you can't talk, huh?” Leo pants, his grip on my hair tightening. He thrusts deeper. “Maybe I should've filled your bratty mouth sooner.”

I reach up, my hand slick with my own desire, and fondle his balls, giving them a light squeeze. They draw up tighter against his body and he shudders, his breath hitching.

“Fuck, Hellcat . . . so fucking good.” His thighs tense, and his cock throbs in my mouth, growing harder, the vein pulsing on my tongue.

Saliva drips down my chin as I gag, but I don’t care. I’m too busy savoring him, too busy frantically rubbing my clit.

His hips buck wildly into my mouth as he hits the back of my throat, a low groan rumbling in his chest. “Oh, fuck, Cat. I'm coming. I'm coming.”

When he tries to pull me away, I reach up and grab his ass, pulling him to me, my nails digging into his firm flesh. No way I’m not tasting him.

He pushes deep into my mouth, holding me in place as he spurts down my throat, his head thrown back. “Fuck, Cat! Fuck!”

As he comes, so do I, my body trembling with my own release. I moan around his cock, my pussy clenching as waves of pleasure crash through me. Then I take my time, swallowing every last drop, licking his head clean then taking care of his shaft before looking up at him. His chest is heaving, his eyes wild, neck and cheeks flushed.

Think I may love this side of him. The uninhibited one. The one taking what he wants.

Chapter 11

Leo

For once I wish I had practice instead of the day off. Though, maybe not since I couldn’t sleep last night, not after facefucking Cat. My dick twitches in my pants at the memory.

I heard her moving around earlier this morning but stayed in my room. Wasn’t sure how to approach what the hell we did. Does she regret it?

She didn’t seem to. Just walked off to her room, as if we hooked up in a parking lot rather than the kitchen of my house.

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