Page 37 of Loving Leo

Don’t know why I even bothered with her.

And it seems she found satisfaction somewhere else anyway.

Don’t know why she’s up my ass all the time. She doesn’t even like me.

“I’m ready,” he says to me instead of the camera and I can’t look away as he pushes back against the dildo, a moan slipping from his lips. He continues moving until it bottoms out and he arches up, his hard cock pushing against the jock strap. His palm rubs over it and he gasps.

“Oh. Yes. So full. I’m so fucking full,” he moans, his eyes slamming into mine.

I swallow and feel my own dick swell from the eye contact, from watching him being penetrated against the glass overlooking the city. Beautiful is the first word that comes to mind when I look at him, the sparkling lights making him seem almost angelic, ethereal. Is it hot in here? I really do need to check on the air conditioning. I don’t need sex. I’m fine. But even watching him feels different than sex with anyone else. Even myself.

I can’t stop watching as he continues to grind back against the dildo all while rubbing his cock through the fabric, his other hand running up and down the planes of his chest, tangling in his hair, his fingers moving into his mouth.

I can’t fucking look away.

His hand peels the jockstrap down and his cock pops free. My body shudders as he grabs the fleshlight and starts to fuck himself with it, his mouth parted in a loud moan.

“Do you like what you see? Tell me?” he asks and I know he’s speaking to his fans, but I can’t help but run a hand across my trembling mouth.

Yes. Yes, I fucking do.

“I bet you do. I bet you want it. You want to fuck me,” he groans as he slams his fist forward and his ass backwards.

I shift in my office chair, the leather making a loud squeaking noise. Leo’s lips quirk up mid-moan.

“Bet you’re sitting there wanting to touch yourself, want to get off to thoughts of me. Well, go ahead. Go ahead and touch yourself.”

I can almost hear him whisper my name.Heath.

My hand slides down beneath my desk and I touch myself, just asqueeze, but I can see Leo’s nostrils flare. He saw that. He saw it and liked it.

My fingers squeeze again and my mouth parts as I feel need flare up inside of me. It’s been so long. So fucking long.

Why do I do this to myself? Why the fuck have I done this?

Leo’s body starts to shake, slamming back and forth on the dildo, his wrist flicking up and down his cock and then I watch as he comes, his back arched, his eyes shut, the tendons in his neck popping out.

And I feel the tingling of lust burrow further inside of me.

His orgasm seems to last forever too, his body jerking and trembling as he comes down from the high of it. He sags forward and his eyes pop open, meeting mine.

“Fuck,” he murmurs as he pulls the fleshlight off himself, his cock wet with cum and lube. Then he steps forward and removes his ass from the dildo still attached to the window, and right there, overlooking the entire city, is his ass print.

“I’ll clean the glass, don’t worry,” he says with a wobbly grin. “Don’t want that staring at you tomorrow.”

“Yeah, good plan.”

His eyes flick down to where my hand is still under the desk and his nostrils flare once more. His tongue flicks out as he puts his cock back into his jockstrap with a loud snap.

“You okay, Heath?”

“Fine,” I lie. He can tell too. My voice is strained and low, my need clearly etched in each uttered word.

“Do you…you know, want to close your eyes and let me help you out?”

I let out a surprised breath and swallow roughly.

His cheeks flame but he doesn’t move away, just stands there and waits for my answer.

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