Page 43 of Loving Leo

My hand drags his shirt up and off before moving to his pants, tugging them down low enough to expose his cock for the camera.

Leo is panting now, one of his hands on my forearm, the other twisted up around my neck, his fingers tangling in my hair at the base of my neck.

A moan slips from him when my lubed hand hits his dick, stroking down the long length slowly.

I’ve never touched another guy’s dick until him, never wanted to.

The first time it was impatience that drew me to him.

Now it’s jealousy.

I’m not going to deny that. I never did want anyone touching what was mine. And right now, he feels like mine.

Leo leans into me further, his hips arching up, his face turning into my neck as he moans. I don’t think it’s performative, can feel the way his muscles are contracting against my hand, can feel the tremble burrow into my chest as I continue to stroke him.

“Faster,” he says, but it only makes me move slower, wanting to draw this out.

He lets out a whimper and nips at my chin, making me huff a small laugh.

“You’re teasing me.”

“Just like you did with me earlier.”

“That’s because you tasted good. I didn’t want this to end.”

“This is what you get,” I say and Leo nearly whines as I continue to drag out the torture, his balls tightening, his cock turning a dark, angry red.

He’s fucking up into my fist, nearly breathless, and the fact that I can do this to him, can make him almost mindless with lust makes me fucking horny.

I never had this with Lana.

It was always so much work.

But Leo is into it. And if I’m honest with myself, I’ve never been interested in sex like this before. I’ve never wanted so desperately tosee a partner come. To take them apart. To know that I’m doing that to them.

“Please. Please.Please,” he begs and I move my fist faster, my free hand dragging down his chest to his balls, tugging on them roughly, making him cry out, his body jerking in my arms. His cum spills from his cock, wave after wave until he’s sagging against me, his body shaking and limp.

“Oh my god,” he moans and then turns his face into my neck and nuzzles his nose against my skin. “So damn good.”

“Yeah?” I ask, feeling my hard dick press against his ass. He wiggles against it and I let out a huff.

“Yeah, so hot. So fucking hot.”

My fingers leave him and he takes a wobbly step forward, turning the camera off and meeting my gaze.

“Want me to…” he asks, waving toward my crotch.

I shake my head and wipe my hands clean as I do so.

It’s tempting. I can’t lie. But also…I can’t help but think about what it would be like to push inside of him. Not his mouth, but his tight ass. To finally know what it would be like to sink inside of his willing body. He wouldn’t just be lying there, bored and unbothered. He’d be hot for it, writhing. He’d want it so much. He’d beg for me to fuck him harder. So hard it would rattle the desk, the chair, the entire room.

“No, I’m good.” My voice comes out strangled and rough.

We stand there, staring at each other and he shakes his head. “I won’t put you in it…the video I mean. I won’t put you in anything.”

“I know.”

He looks nervous as he pulls his pants on and tugs his shirt over his head. It’s on backwards and for a moment I realize how adorable he truly is.

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