Page 12 of Deception & Desire

I’m a little proud that I don’t shriek at the sudden loss of balance. I do, however, moan as I wrap my legs around his waist and feel just how hard he is beneath me.

The sound makes him kiss me harder, and his hands grip my thighs even more firmly. It’s decisively a very, very possessive gesture and one that makes my heart flutter along with the lust already aching between my legs.

Luckily, Leon seems in no mood to delay our combined relief, walking us back over to the—quite frankly, enormous—bed.

He deposits me on the sheets, and then, with a groan of annoyance that could have been his or mine for all I can tell at this point, he steps back.

“Look at you,” he growls to himself as his eyes bore into my nearly-naked body sprawled before him. The dress hadn’t required a bra, but my thong was still traitorously covering my most intimate self.

I watch as Leon makes quick work of his shirt buttons, still staring at me with an intensity that makes my insides squirm.

There’s too much heat in that look, too much ofeverything.There’s no way I can survive just lying here without any kind of relief.

My hand reaches down between my thighs and pushes my thong to one side.

“What the fuck are you doing?” His voice comes out half-choked, and it’s suddenly hard to see where the chocolate of his irises ends and his pupils begin.

I ignore him, letting my fingers relieve some of the tension of watching him undress before me. The slickness of my own pussy makes another moan slip from my lips.

The second I close my eyes to enjoy the sensation, my hand is ripped away from my skin—so hard my thong stings the back of my hand as it snaps completely.

I open my eyes (and mouth) to complain, only to find Leon looming over me, his arm pinning my hand above my head. He is deliciously naked.

“I said I’d make it good for you,” he says, shifting upward to allow his own hand to take up residence where mine had been a moment before. In doing so, he gives me an eyeful of his hardened cock for the first time.

I’m not sure if I gasp at his touch between his legs or at the sheersizeof his package.

Either way, I arch my back, close my eyes, and try to squish down the fear that prickles across my skin. There’s no possible way I’d be able to take him. I’ve never evenseena man that big, and he dwarfs my usual toys by a significant margin.

He might actually break me in two.

But all conscious thought and worry is brutally interrupted by the presence of his tongue on my clit.

I’d barely noticed him drifting downward, so distracted by internal panic about the size of his cock, but now every fiber of my being feels like it’s been lit on fire.

“Holy shit, holy shit, holy shit,” a voice that sounds like a strangled version of mine begins to chant.

I clench around the finger he has already inside me, then groan as another joins it, opening me up wider and wider. I’m now slick with a seemingly unending amount of wetness.

He hums his approval against the most sensitive point of me, and my fingers find themself pulling desperately at his hair. If he doesn’t stop soon…

The third finger pushes me over that edge. Agonizingly slow and deep, I feel the exact moment his knuckles enter me, and a cry is ripped violently from my vocal cords.

I slam my pelvis into his hand as hard as I can, riding out my orgasm without inhibition, too lost in the feeling of pleasure to think about the situation or the ridiculous hugeness of his throbbing cock hovering threateningly nearby.

Absently, I’m aware that I’m not being quiet. Sounds tumble out of my mouth until I slowly begin to come back to some awareness, and the release fizzles out into glorious satisfaction.

I feel completely and utterly spent.

Which makes my poor, frazzled brain quite confused when Leon’s face appears above me and a firmness presses against my core where his tongue and fingers had just been.

“Consummation,” he informs the probably vacant look on my face.

Vaguely, I know the word is important. Vaguely, I’m aware I might have had reservations about this. But I can’t think of anything more crucial than giving my absolute consent to this man to do whatever the fuck he wants with me.

The pressure between my legs slowly begins to increase, and I open myself wide to accommodate him. I am thoroughly distracted by the kisses now being planted across my chest and up my neck.

Leon’s hand reaches down to coat his length in my juices, but he kisses me at the same time, and all I can focus on is the taste of myself in his mouth.

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