Page 38 of Loving Leo

What the fuck do I say?

What the fuck do I do?

SEVEN

Leo

I don’t know why I asked that, crossed several state lines doing it, but I did it anyway. I regret most of it, but not the entirety of it because he looks so fucking horny right now. I know I did that to him. He can try to deny it all he wants but I did that.

And if he closes his eyes, he can pretend its someone else on their knees, between his legs, sucking him off.

I won’t even moan.

I’ll be as silent as I can.

Maybe. Shit he’s so hot. Why does he have to be so damn hot?

“Yeah, okay,” he says and then shakes his head, as if he can’t believe he said that. But I know him. He’s a repressed workaholic. He needs a little stress relief. I can do that. I so can. As a thank you for letting me use his office and not firing me. Hell, I may not actually tell him this ever, but just him being near, knowing he’s watching me, it’s made my videos hotter. I know that.

It would totally just be a thankful act.

I’m so thankful.

I movetoward him quickly, not giving him time to change his mind.

When I reach his chair, I roll it out, exposing his thighs and then his legs, but my eyes are locked on his dick. Hard and pressing out from his slacks.

A whimper escapes me and I see his eyes flare.

“You can change your mind,” I say, hating myself as I utter those words.

“Okay,” he replies, but still lets me part his legs and sink between them. My fingers drag up his slacks and I feel the tremble of the muscles beneath my palms.

“Close your eyes,” I whisper and I watch as they flutter shut.

Fuck, oh fuck.

I pop open the button to his pants and unzip the zipper, unable to stop my fingers from dragging up the hardness before me. He lets out a puff of breath and then lifts his hips slightly, allowing me to pull the fabric down his thighs, his cock popping out in the process.

Oh fuck, he’s big. The way he’d fit perfectly inside of me.

My fingers move to his dick, wrapping around it and I feel it jump in my hand. Precum spurts from the tip and he lets out a sexy moan as I rub my thumb across the slit. I peer up at him and see his lashes flutter, his cheeks red, his nostrils flaring.

He hasn’t told me to stop, hasn’t said a word, so I lean forward and lick up the underside of his cock.

He gasps and his fingers tighten on the arms of his chair, but still, he doesn’t ask me to stop.

So I pull him into my mouth and swirl my tongue, making him groan.

Fuck. The sound of him. It’s making my dick hard again, my ass clenching around nothing. I’m terribly empty. If he’d let me, I’d stand up and sit right on his dick. But I don’t. I just continue to tease him, pulling him into the back of my throat and swallowing around him.

He’s gasping loudly now, his fingers snaking into my hair.

I love that he’s touching me while I’m doing this. It almost seemsas if he’s not bothered by my short hair, as if he’s envisioning me, Leo—a man—between his legs, driving him crazy.

I hollow out my cheeks and start to work him, his cock leaking into my mouth, his hips arching up off the chair. I love this. Love it so damn much. He’s losing his mind and I’m about to come a second time, untouched. Just from the taste of him, the sound.

“I’m…oh fuck. I’m coming,” he groans and then he spills into my mouth, long, violent spurts. And I don’t even think about spitting that out. No, I swallow around him, listening as he gasps and moans his way through that epic orgasm.

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