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My eyes stay fixated on her gorgeous cunt, watching her take every inch of me with each thrust. I’m obsessed with the sight of her taking all of me, only to pull out and see my cock glistening in her with each thrust.

“Leon.” She moans loudly.

Fuck, I love the sound of her moans, even more so when it’s my name she’s calling out.

I tighten my hold on her hips, fucking into her harder and earning little gasps with each thrust. “I’m here; soak my cock, ma fleur.” I beg.

I force Maeve through far too many orgasms. I send her over the edge enough times that even touching her clit has her whimpering and trying to squirm out of my arms. I've got this girl sensitive, but I need more; I need at least one more. I need to watch her drain me of everything I have to give her. I lift her hips, giving me a new angle to fuck into her with, one I think will help her cum so much harder.

I know I'll ruin her pleasure if I play with her piercing right now, so I skip that and just thrust into her instead.

"I'm too sensitive." My girl whines.

I lean down, kissing her lips. And fuck, I love that she wraps her arms around my shoulders to keep me close. "Just one more, you can take it. You're doing such a good job." I promise her.

I kiss along her jaw and down her neck, leaving a bite on the hollow of her neck. I feel her tighten around me, her walls fluttering, and her nails digging into my shoulders. She cums with a scream, her nails digging into my back so hard that it hurts, but I love the pain.

I drain every drop into my girl, almost taking me down onto the bed with her with how much energy she just sucked out of me. I have to let go of her legs and hold myself up with my forearms on each side of her head to keep me from crushing her.

Just like the last several times, I don't pull out immediately. I'm not going to make her cum again, I don't want to overwhelm her, but I do keep her hips tilted. I lift her hips, slowly pulling out of her until I can crawl up on the bed, on my knees in front of her. I pull her juicy ass up onto my thighs, keeping her at an angle that won't let her lose a drop of me.

I rub my hands down her ribs, calming her down while also admiring how gorgeous she looks freshly fucked. "One of these days, I want to see these perfect nipples pierced. Do you like how that sounds?" I ask, smiling down at her.

She doesn't answer right away, but I don't miss the way her nipples harden, and her breath picks up. "You'd pierce them?" She finally asks.

I grin down at my girl, sliding my hands up her ribs until I can flick her nipples with my thumbs. “I could. You could try to run again, and we’ll see how far you get this time, but you run like a dumbass, so I thought I’d spare you, and we can just go to a shop.” I mention with a chuckle.

My girl really is awful at being chased; thank fuck there isn’t any real danger for her to get herself into.

She glares up at me, but I don’t miss the way her breath picks up at the idea of being chased again. I knew she loved that; I’m just hoping now that she loves me, she’ll admit it. “I don’t run like… rude.” She says with a little huff.

I bark out a laugh, leaning down until I can suck one of her perfect nipples into my mouth. “How about I fuck you while they’re getting pierced? How does that sound? You’ll cum while the needle goes through your skin; I know you will; my girl loves the pain.” I tease.

Chapter 56

Maeve Henderson

What am I doing here?

I've never even gotten my ears pierced, yet here we are at a tattoo shop to get my nipples pierced. The idea sounded good when I was still in a bliss filled daze from sex last week, but now it sounds terrifying.

Can I back out? Will that make me look like a chicken?

No. I can do this; I’m sure my nipples will hurt less than my clit did.

Heck, I have a tattoo on my groin; I can handle a little needle!

Right?

Well…maybe. I am a chicken, but I don’t want Leon to think less of me. Although I know he can tell how nervous I am. He’s kept his hand in mine since the moment we got out of the car, aside from the few seconds it took for him to check in.

“You doing okay, ma fleur?” He asks me quietly, leaning into me so the other people don’t hear us.

Honestly, I’m surprised that he trusted me in public. I’m even more surprised that he removed my collar after I told him about the fence being off last week.

I don’t know what I expected out of my confession, but a large part of me expected another punishment. I expected him to tie me up and accuse me of running from him.

Maybe he would have burned his name into me this time or another piercing.

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