Page 33 of Stolen

“Why?”

“Because you’remine. And some asshole was bragging about fucking you.”

“But that was in the past.” Leo’s face fell. “You’re not going to—are you going to really end things between us? Because of that?”

“Who said anything about ending things between us?” I quirked an eyebrow.

“It just seemed like that’s where you were going with it?—”

“Leo, I want to fuck you so perfectly that you forget about anybody else that you’ve ever been with in your life.”

“Jacob—”

“Come here,” I ordered.

Leo moved closer to me. I took him into my arms and shamelessly grabbed his ass as I slid my tongue between his lips.Leo whimpered as he pressed even closer against me, his cock already getting hard between us.

“I want to tie you up,” I murmured. “How does that sound to you? You ever been tied up before?”

“I haven’t,” Leo murmured back, not answering a part of my question.

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Then, trust me.”

Leo nodded, and I let him out of my grip. Reaching for some rope I’d found in the corner of the room earlier and walked back over to him.

“Hold your hands out in front of you,” I commanded, and Leo offered me his wrists. I made quick work of tying a knot around his wrists before I went on. “Good. Now, get on your knees.”

Leo followed orders as he slowly lowered himself to the ground. Without saying a word, he silently opened his mouth and looked up at me, expectantly.

Fuck.

That was so hot.

“You’re getting so used to me using you, just the way I like.” I wistfully sighed. “You’re so fucking perfect, Leo.”

I slid off my belt before pulling down my pants and boxers. “Go for it, baby. You already know what to do.”

Before I knew it, Leo had my cock in his mouth, his tongue sliding across my sensitive slit. I groaned as I watched him casually suck my shaft, his head bobbing up and down the length of it. He was getting so good at sucking me off that my cock was already throbbing between his cheeks, my tip leaking precome against his tongue.

I groaned again as we locked eyes, Leo’s gaze searching mine, like he was trying to gauge how well he was doing so far, like he was trying to figure out if he was truly pleasing me.

“You’re doing perfect, baby,” I reassured him, as I grabbed onto the back of his head, keeping him in place and beginning to thrust my hips against his mouth. “You’re doing so fucking perfect.”

Fuck.

Leo’s mouth was my happy place. So was his ass. So was his everything.

When I felt my cock about to go past the point of no return, I slid my shaft out of Leo’s mouth. Leo looked confused for a moment, right before I began to pump my cock with my own hand. I didn’t stop until I was coming all over him, strings of my come landing on his neck, his shirt, his shorts.

Mine.

Leo took a second to look down at the canvas that was his body, his own cock growing noticeably harder in his shorts.

“How much do you care about the outfit you have on right now?” I asked, keeping my tone light.

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