Page 79 of The Mayor and the Mystery Man

“I’m not having sex with anyone else,” he said.

“Neither am I.” I didn’t want to. I couldn’t imagine fucking anyone else and enjoying it. “I guess we could run to the high school. They usually have a bowl of condoms, right?”

“Baby, I can’t wait that long. If I try to run with this,” Leo gripped his cock, fully engorged and leaking on his fat head. “I’m going to pull a muscle.”

“True.”

Leo kissed me softly. “I promise I won’t hurt you. If you feel any pain, we can stop.”

Seconds later, Leo yanked my shorts to my knees and leaned me against a tree, my ass hitting the cold air. The beauty of Sourwood provided the perfect backdrop while Leo ate me out. His tongue flicked against my hole, and his fingers opened me up. He took his time getting me slicked up with his spit. I groaned his name into the tree, his mouth doing wonders to me. I wondered if giving all those speeches helped with the dexterity of his tongue.

I shivered with excitement as Leo stood up. His large frame pressed against me. His cold hands held onto my hips, while I pushed my ass out like a good boy, ready to meet him. My body sparked with need as he sank inside me, no layers between us.

I cried out.

“You okay, baby?” His breath danced on my neck.

I nodded. It was the good kind of pain, Leo stretching me out as I remembered how thick he was. I instantly palmed my cock, stroking myself.

The sounds of skin slapping against skin and Leo exhaling huffs of air filled the woods. His arm, slick with sweat, held me across the chest. Precum leaked through my fist as I jerked myself and felt the orgasm build.

“I feel you tightening around me, baby.” Leo went faster, hitting me with short thrusts. He stopped to slick himself up with more spit, always the thoughtful partner. The discomfort was minimal, and I soon forgot about it, wrapped up in the thunderous feeling of lovemaking and the orgasm careening through my system.

Leo took his hand and wrapped it around my fist, helping me stroke myself to completion. Come splattered against the tree. Leo brought his hand to my mouth and made me taste myself.

“Fuck, that’s so hot, baby,” he said with barely contained glee as I sucked his fingers clean. He pulled out, and hot streaks of come coated my ass cheeks.

“Shit.” Leo wiped at it with his shirt. “I shouldn’t have finished on you since we have another mile to run.”

“It’s okay. I like it.” I was his marked territory. Property of Leo McCaslin. No other guys need apply.

I picked up a few drops with my thumb and tasted him. I’d gone from not into guys to tasting come like I was asking for samples at a Baskin Robbins. Watching how wild it drove Leo, knowing it was something he wanted, filled me with lust and joy. I wanted to make him happy.

We pulled up our shorts; all evidence of what went down vanished. It would be yet another secret held in the woods.

“So that happened,” he said with an awkward laugh. “Again.”

“It’s all your fault.” I leaned my arm against the tree to fully catch my breath and steel myself for more running.

“My fault?”

“You attacked me with your mouth.”

“Because you ground your ass against me when I was helping you stretch!”

“And they say no good deed goes unpunished.”

Leo pulled me into a headlock like we were two kids fighting over action figures.

“Are you seriously doing this right now?” I asked as I tried to maneuver out.

Leo released me. He was laughing so hard tears pricked his eyes. There was a special level of laugh for Leo, where it turned into a monkey-like cackle. I was glad to see him still able to have fun despite the stress of the campaign.

“Do you give all of your pieces of ass post-coital headlocks?” I rubbed my neck, fighting back tears of laughter of my own. “I’m glad to see you smiling. You seemed tense earlier.”

“What?”

I tipped my head at him. I was sore and sweaty and not here for bullshit.

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