Page 80 of Trapped and Tackled

The nervous anxiety she used to wear like a cloak has nearly disappeared. Instead, a confident, sexy version of her smirks at me, her blue eyes glowing. She plants her palms in the center of my chest before grinding against me slowly. Provocatively.

My cock stirs to life, needy as fuck for her heat. She continues to move her hips in slow, intoxicating circles.

I grip her hip, slipping one hand up her shirt. When my fingertips graze the edge of her bra, she begins to unbutton the row of buttons down the center of her shirt. She shimmies out of the shirt before reaching behind her to unhook her bra.

When that hits the floor, I moan, captivated by the way her tits bounce. I reach up to cup them, loving that they’re the perfect handful for me.

Leni arches into my touch, slowing her pace until it’s torturous.

“Fuck, baby,” I murmur, my cock hard as a steel pipe. “You get me hard just by looking in my direction.”

She smirks, her eyes clouding with lust. “No man’s ever turned me on like you, Talon. I’m dripping for you.”

“Fuck,” I moan, loving that she wants me, hating the thought of her with any other man. I’m her fucking man.

I move to spin us again, to take control of this exchange, but Leni shakes her head. “Let me make this good for you, Talon.”

“You make everything good for me,” I say truthfully.

She nudges me back, pinning me down with her hands to my shoulders, before sliding down my body and dragging the waistband of my sweats with her. When my cock springs free, she laughs.

“No underwear?”

“Nope,” I confirm.

“I like it,” she says, her breath skating over the crown of my cock.

It fucking twitches and she grips me tighter. “Leni,” I murmur.

“Let me, Talon,” she says before her plump lips close over the head of my cock and I nearly fucking die.

I drop my head back, one hand moving to Leni’s hair. My fingers tighten in her golden tresses, and I groan as she licks and sucks my shaft.

I’ve had blow jobs before. Plenty of fucking blow jobs. But knowing it’s Leni—my fucking sunshine—bringing me pleasure, hits differently.

It’s more than the physical act. It’s sensual. Emotional. It’s trusting.

She begins to work me over, her hand and mouth in tandem. Unable to stop myself, I begin to rock my hips, slowing fucking her gorgeous mouth.

At some point, her fingernails dig into my thigh, and I look up in concern. But in the next moment, her hand disappears and I hear her moan. The sound of wet arousal hits my eardrums, and I realize Leni is touching herself as she sucks my cock.

The realization, coupled with the visual, drives me higher and I swear, sitting up and rolling over her.

“I want to come inside of you, baby,” I say, cupping her sex. “And if you’re going to touch yourself, I want to watch.” Taking her hand, I bring her fingers to her clit. “Show me,” I mutter.

Leni holds my eyes, bold and so fucking sexy, as her fingers begins to rub her clit and two of mine enter her hot channel.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking good,” I sputter.

I watch her throat work a swallow. When her inner thighs begin to quake, I straddle her and replace my fingers with my cock.

Leni cries out in pleasure as I thrust into her slowly. Her fingers move rapidly over her clit, and I pick up the pace to match.

“I can’t hold on,” she admits.

“Then don’t, baby. Let go. Come for me, Sunny.”

She does. On a throaty cry, Leni orgasms. I get lost in her deep, blue eyes, rendered speechless by how damn gorgeous she looks coming on my cock. Two thrusts later and I follow her, spilling my want with her name on my lips.

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