Page 14 of Fight for You

I increase my pace, my thrusts becoming faster and more intense. The wave builds within her, the tension mounting with every second. Her moans grow louder, the sound of her pleasure filling the room. My hands grip her hips tighter, her skin warm and sweaty, my fingers digging into the soft flesh.

As her orgasm approaches, I adjust my angle, hitting her sensitive spot. Her cries fill the air as her release begins to wash over her. Her body spasms uncontrollably, her mouth open in sheer ecstasy. Her body clenches around me, her muscles tightening as the orgasm sweeps over her. I join her, my own release crashing over me like a tidal wave. I pull her closer, our bodies shaking together, panting heavily.

The intensity of the moment is palpable, the air still ringing with the sound of our passion. I slowly pull out, my heart racing, and collapse onto the floor below us. Brylee, still panting, slowly slides down the wall.

We sit in silence for a moment, catching our breath, our hearts still thundering in our chests. Brylee reaches over, stroking my cheek, her eyes soft and filled with gratitude. “Thank you.”

“Anytime, princess.”

Despite the events of the day, this is the best way to end it. Brylee might not want to talk right now, but being near her, inside of her… is the best fucking feeling in the world.

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Brylee

Leo, the sex god, is the kind of person who doesn't just give you sex, he gives you an experience. An experience that leaves you breathless, wanting more, and craving for his touch. He knows exactly how to please a woman, and I am no exception. He has a way of making you beg for more before he even touches you. One orgasm isn’t enough. I need them ALL.

As I sit there, against the wall, my body still trembling from the mind-blowing orgasm, Leo slowly moves closer, his eyes full of desire and darkening. He grabs my hand, helping me to my feet, and guides me to the couch. He sits down on the couch, looking up at me through his lashes as he grabs my hand, pulling me close. The scent of his cologne mixed with his natural musk has me swooning.

“See… you wanted me as much as I needed you.” I crossed my arms over my breasts.

Leo reaches up and brushes a lock of hair away from my face, his touch feather-light as it grazes my cheek. “Ready for round two?”

My breath hitches as I nod. Our lips crash together, fireworks exploding, and he grips the back of my neck. “I’ll never get over how amazing that feels.”

“I’ll never forget about soft your skin always is.” Leo’s hands gently trace down my spine, his touch sending shivers down my back. With every caress, every soft whisper against my skin, I am surrendering to the ecstasy that is to come.

“You had a rough day, huh?” he asks.

He has no idea. This debacle is going to keep me up at night, but nights like this with him will put me to sleep after using so much energy. It is exactly what I need. “Yes.”

“Okay, princess. You deserve this,” he says, right before spreading my thighs and putting his tongue straight to my clit.

Here I am, sitting straight up on the couch, watching this handsome man in between my legs. He devours me like I'm his favorite meal. My hands clench the cushions as two fingers slip inside.

“Is your day getting better, princess?” he mutters.

As he does, he pumps faster, and then sucks on me, causing me to let completely go and bask in the fucking glory of Leo Harrison and his handiwork.

He wipes his lips, coming up for air, giving me a moment to come down from the high. In that moment, the thought of spending the rest of my days, with nights like this, is like winning the fucking lottery. I would be the luckiest girl in the world. Yet, there are still so many other things that need to be worked on first. For most men, this would be the end of the road, but Leo didn’t do anything half-ass. He put in hard and exhausting work.

The soft, plush cushions enveloping and cradling our bodies as his tongue explores every inch of my body. The texture and warmth of the leather is heightening the experience.

He lays me down and his eyes darkened again. The look he gives me when he feels himself inside me is enough to send any woman over the edge, but the growl does it for me, every single time.

Something tells me that tonight isn’t just about me having a bad day. He has some pent-up frustrations too, and this is what we both need.

“You feel so fucking good. Like you were made just for me, princess. We’ll talk, but if I could have you every night, and wake up to you every morning, I’d be the luckiest guy in the world.”

As he continues to thrust into me, the orgasm builds. My walls clench tightly around his cock, pulling him in deeper. I let out a primal moan, hands clawing at his back, trying to pull him in even closer.

He reaches down with one hand and cups my breast, thumb brushing against my nipple. The sensation is enough to push me over the edge. My hips buck wildly against his, nails digging into his back, leaving marks that will be a constant reminder of my pleasure.

“Yes, Brylee, let go,” Leo murmurs into my ear, his voice like a salve to my soul. “Give in to the pleasure, let your body surrender.”

The steady throb of his cock, paired with his soft pledges of love and surrender, is too much for me to handle. I am like a wild beast, climax rushing towards me at a breakneck speed. The crescendo of my orgasm hits.

“Good girl. There ya go. Come for me!”

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