Leon’s smooth tip eases me open, sliding easily until he’s an inch inside. I’m leaning on the back of the couch, my ass in the air, and I groan, dropping my head onto my arms. It hurts, but it feels so good.
Leon grasps my waist in both hands and presses his weight onto me, his length sinking into my tightness, and I give a shuddering gasp.
He reaches beneath me so he can touch my clit, and I relax, letting him in.
“Easy, baby,” he says, his voice soothing as his hips rest on my ass. “You can take me. You’re doing so well.”
My mouth drops open, but no sound comes out. He’s all the way inside me, so relentlessly there, stretching my internal walls to the limit.
“You’re too big,” I whimper. “You’re gonna tear me apart.”
He pulls back a couple of inches, his grip on my hips tightening as he thrusts forward again, deeper, hitting spots I didn’t even know I had.
“I’ll go slow at first,” he says, working his thrusts into a rhythm, “but I can’t promise I can hold back for long.”
I’m chasing it now, lost in the rhythm of my own touch, my fingers slippery as I imagine him moving inside me.
Leon may be dangerous, and he overstepped by coming to my apartment tonight. But there’s still a part of me that wants him to break down all my defenses and make me come on his cock while he pounds me into my mattress.
My pussy spasms, trying to feel him, and with my fingers firmly working my clit, it’s enough. With a shudder, I surrender as bliss surges through me.
“Yes,” I say aloud. “Fuck me, Leon.”
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Leon
She’s gonna come, and so am I.
I’m lost in Emery’s breathy moans, every soft sound pushing me closer. My cock throbs and twitches as I pump it, the pressure almost too much to contain.
I’m not the strong and silent type. It’s taking everything I have not to make a sound, and I clamp my jaw shut, my breathing ragged. I bury my face in the crook of my arm, hoping to stifle my groans of ecstasy.
Then I hear it.
“Fuck me, Leon.”
For a hot, mad moment, I think she’s literally talking to me. My mind goes blank, and I’m already halfway to my knees, ready to give her exactly what she’s begging for.
But it’s too late, because her words have lit the fuse, and I’m coming, thick spurts spilling onto my hand.
I collapse and sink my teeth into my bicep, shutting my eyes tight as Emery cries out my name again, her body seized with sweet relief as she peaks.
I fight to steady my breath as the last shudder of release trembles through me.
Holy shit.What the fuckisthis? I met her only hours ago, and I just got done jerking off on her bedroom floor.
If I wanted, I could walk into any club in this city, and women would form a queue to open their legs for me.
None of them would look at me like Emery did, with that mix of vulnerability, strength, and sweetness. They wouldn’t pull at something buried so deep in me I’d almost forgotten it was there.
It’s a good job she climaxed when she did. If she’d moaned my name one more time, I might not have been able to hold myself back.
She wanted me inside her, and I would’ve been happy to oblige, but not like this. Not hiding in the shadows, sneaking around.
I’ll take my time when I finally get my hands on Emery. I want her to feel every inch, every moment, to know precisely who’s claiming her. Not blow my load in seconds like some over-excited teenager.
This intelligent, sweet woman, overlooked and under-appreciated, has me in a chokehold. It’s ridiculous, but it’s true—she’s already got me on my knees, and she doesn’t even know it.