Page 140 of How to Prevent a Fumble

Taking a step toward me, Leo climbs onto the bed, caging me beneath him as he props himself up on one arm, using the other to run his fingers up my side to my neck.

Cupping my head, he brings his lips to mine. “You can ask me to do whatever you want, Briar. You want me to take control, tell me. You want to take it? You just say the words and you’re in the driver’s seat, got it?”

I nod, my lips parting.

His eyes stare into mine as I feel the tip of his cock at my entrance, a low hiss escaping his lips as he pushes into me, and my mouth opens with a moan, his lips instantly capturing it as his tongue clashes with mine.

With one solid push, he buries himself completely, and I gasp. He gives me a second to adjust, watching me until I nod.

Pulling out, that small smirk creeps back onto his lips before he thrusts into me again. Cursing, I move my hands to his chest, running my nails down his skin lightly as he sucks in a breath. Staring down at me, he pulls out, slowly fucking me.

“I know you can fuck me harder than this,” I quip, my eyes narrowing despite my whole body feeling as if it was steeped in gasoline as he dangles the match above me.

Slamming into me, his eyes narrow back. “Have you thought about me fucking you before tonight?” he asks me, continuing his slow movements, the growing thrum of need growing more and more intense within me.

“Yes,” I admit, finding no need to deny it. The man ate me out across the room. Literally got on his knees for me. Of course I thought about him fucking me.

“Did you touch yourself to the thought?” he asks, slipping out of me.

I frown at the loss of him. “I did,” I tell him, and he slams back into me, my body jolting.

He picks up his pace, his head lolling to the side as he nearly whimpers above me.

“Tell me you’re mine, Briar,” he asks.

Pressure builds deep within me as my body tightens. “I don’t?—”

“For tonight, Briar. Tell me you’re mine just for tonight.”

Fuck.

No matter what I want to say, the words “I’m yours,” fall from my lips so easily it scares me, and if I wasn’t on the precipice of an orgasm, maybe I’d overthink it more.

“Come for me, Briar,” he whispers, and it’s all I need for it to all come crashing down on me.

I can barely keep my eyes open as I clamp down on him, the tidal wave of heat completely enveloping me in a never ending orgasm, my body hot and needy as he curses out beautiful praise I can barely hear over the roar in my ears.

Burying himself as deep as he possibly can, Leo’s body grows stiff as he shouts something that sounds strangely like my name, his cock pulsing inside of me as my entire body shakes, my head still fuzzy.

We had both laid there, scared to move before he finally pulled out of me with a kiss on my sensitive lips.

Sitting up, I watch as he pulls the condom off, tying it off as he heads to the bathroom, throwing it into the trash before coming back to me.

Not bothering to get dressed, he climbs into bed as I headto the bathroom myself, cleaning myself up.

When I return, I find Leo watching me intensely.

He’s always watching me intensely.

“Why do you always do that?” I ask, pulling the covers back before climbing in.

“Do what?”

“Look at me like you’re studying me.”

“Because I am.”

“What for?”

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