Page 128 of How to Prevent a Fumble

Part of me hoped that him making the decision not to would be the final nail in the coffin for us.

And yet it’s not. Instead, Leo makes his way across the large room, his eyes never wavering from mine as he does. The only sounds I hear are my own heartbeat thundering in my chest and the quiet scraping of his boot across the hardwood floors.

When he reaches me, he doesn’t bother to ask what I want. Instead, he kneels in front of me, his tongue running along his bottom lip as he places his hands between my legs, spreading them open before trailing his fingers up my outer thigh,leaving fire in their wake, before he reaches the top of my pajama shorts. Tucking his fingers into the top of them, his eyes darken as he pulls them down.

At first, I don’t budge.

“Lift your hips before I lift them for you,” he whispers.

And I do.

And when he pulls the bottoms off me, he captures my leg, running his tongue along my shin before hooking my calf around his neck. With one fluid movement, Leo lifts me enough to get me to the very edge of the chair, my center completely bare to him.

“Fuck,” he whispers, nipping at my inner thigh as his lips make their way closer and closer to my core.

The closer he gets, the harder his nips are, and at the top of my thigh, he bites. Hard. When I let out a loud moan, his tongue flickers over the same spot, easing the pain.

He looks up at me, his backward hat keeping his scruffy hair out of his eyes.

His expression is hungry, as if he hasn’t eaten in days and now’s his chance. He licks his lips, the act looking like pure sin.

I press my lips together, trying my best to stay tough. To show him who’s in control here. And although it started out with me on top, I know the second I see that twinkle in his eye that it’s not staying like that for long.

“You said no one has been able to make you come, right Sunny?” he asks, and my nickname on his lips makes a shot of desire hit me, my toes curling.

“I’m not sure that’s going to change today,” I taunt.

With a smirk, Leo’s lips meet my clit, and the most intense, beautiful sensation takes me over.

The truth is, no one has ever gone down on me before.

While his large hands grip my waist, holding me in place, I rope my other leg over his other shoulder, angling myself better for him, pleasure and the hottest feeling of desireripping through me already as my eyes roll back into my head. I buck my hips, rolling them from left to right to see what feels the best as his tongue flickers over me.

My clit, already swollen, screams for him as his mouth clamps over it, sucking it into his mouth as I let out a loud moan, my hands reaching for my breasts.

Hiking up my shirt, my fingers capture my nipples between them, rolling them gently as Leo watches from below, his tongue massaging me.

And when he moans, I almost come undone.

“God dammit, Leo,” I moan, biting my lip and throwing my head back.

Reaching for him, I throw his hat to the ground. For as hot as it is, I need something different right now.

Burying my fingers in his hair, I grip it at his scalp, pushing his face into me while pulling his hair at the same time. His eyes close as he devours me, and I can feel the buildup within me.

The thing about sex is that it’s a game of control. Due to power dynamics, it’s almost always been the men. We see it from the moment we’re exposed to it. It’s the men demanding we get on our knees. The men who grip our hair while slamming their cocks down our throats. The men who grip our faces as they release all over us for their pleasure.

And honestly? I want that. I do.

But having this power over a man, no matter how small, feels like a win. Especially a man like Leo.

I can feel my pulse thrum throughout my entire body, and for once in my life I find myself unable to think about anything else other than the man looking up at me as he moans into my pussy, seemingly feeling as much pleasure as I feel simply from eating me out.

Leo’s fingers dig into me as I push him harder and harder into me, and when he growls into me, I lose control.

Thrashing in the chair, my legs tighten around his head,and even when I’m ready to tap out, Leo’s lips clamp onto me harder, rolling over my clit as it pulses with pleasure. It rips through me violently, and I find myself unable to help the scream that comes out of me as my fingers tighten in Leo’s hair.

The ecstasy I feel is unlike anything I’ve ever felt before.

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