Page 41 of Loving Leo

“A stupid thought about your cock spurting whipped cream everywhere.”

He huffs and shakes his head and then gently cups my chin. “You don’t have to do this.”

“Pfft,” I snort, as if it’s some sort of hardship. I’ve been thinking about doing this again since the moment he finished last time. “Heath. I want to. I’ve been looking forwardto this all day.”

He looks unsure, so I make sure to drop to my knees and put all his worries to rest.

“I don’t…I’m not…” he says, but I just run my hand along his hard shaft that’s pressing out from his slacks and squeeze.

“I know. But it feels good right?”

“So good,” he says, his head falling back against his chair.

“And you work so hard, you deserve to relax, to have someone take care of you.”

“Yeah…yes,” he gasps as he shifts his hips up and I tug his pants and underwear down in one fell swoop. His cock pops out, bobbing before me and I run my nose up the underside of him, inhaling that manly musk he wears so well.

His fingers curl in my hair, tightening as I swirl my tongue over his tip, lapping up the bead of precum sitting there.

My lips slip over him and I drag him into the back of my throat, drawing a hoarse cry from him as I swallow around him.

“Oh fuck,” he says, his fingernails digging into my scalp as he fucks slowly into me.

I let him, for just a few seconds before pulling off him, his spit covered cock looking all sorts of delicious in the dim light. I glance up at him and see that his eyes are fixed on me, his pupils blown out, his lips parted in shock.

I love this. Love it so much.

I descend on him again, sucking him down, bobbing my head, letting him fuck my throat. Whatever he wants. He can have whatever he wants.

“Leo. Leo, I’m going to come if you keep doing that,” he says far too soon. I don’t want it to be over, so I drag it out, pulling off him and kissing my way down his dick to his balls, dragging each one into my mouth and sucking.

His groans grow louder as I torture him, bringing him to the brink only to let him down slowly.

By the time he’s in my throat again, he’s fucking up roughly intome, his movements jerky, the chair rolling back and hitting the desk with each upward thrust.

I let him use me, his hands holding my head just the way he wants.

And then he unloads into me, his cock jerking wildly in my mouth, his fingernails digging into my scalp.

When he finally comes down from his orgasm, his body shaking, he goes limp.

“I—” He can’t find the words.

I swipe at my wet and swollen lips and lean back on my heels, staring at him.

“Can I jerk myself like this?” I ask, my throat hoarse from the way he used me.

His eyelashes flutter, exposing those dark eyes to me.

“Yeah.”

I nearly crawl over to my bag and pull out my camera and my lube. When I have it set up, exposing only my lower half and his spread legs, I pull my pants down and get to work, telling my fans what just happened and stroking myself wildly, my eyes on Heath who is watching me intently.

It doesn’t take long to get off, my video far too short for some, but hell, I’m not a superhero. Heath is too hot. Too fucking hot for my brain to function and my dick to resist.

As I spill onto the floor near his shoes, I let out a long breath, trying to calm my galloping heart.

“That was fast,” Heath says and I nod, trying to find the words.

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