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Leo
I stand up.Grace's legs wrapped around my hips.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” I growl, placing her back down on the sofa and standing over her.
“Don’t,” she says, “just don’t.”
I lean down and take her face in my hands. Kissing her cheek and then her lips. A single tear runs down the side of her face. “Don’t what?” I ask, confusion muddling my thoughts. Does she want me to stop? Has she changed her mind?
“Don’t tell me I’m beautiful.” She turns her head and looks away from me. “I know I’m chubby. I know I’m probably nothing like the other women you’ve been with. Just, please… don’t lie to me.”
“Lie to you?” I can barely believe the words I’m hearing. I pull her head back around so I can look her in the eyes. “You are beautiful, and that’s the truth. I’ve never seen anyone so damn fine in all my life. Just looking at you… I can’t even put it into words. It’s like my heart is swelling.”
She reaches between my legs and grabs my junk. “Not just your heart,” she giggles.
“Damn right,” I moan. “That’s what you do to me, Grace. You drive me wild. From the moment I set eyes on you… all those months ago when you first stepped into my coffee shop, I thought… there’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
“You really thought that?”
“I wouldn’t be telling you it if I didn’t.”
She wraps her arms around me and hugs me tight.
I stand back up and run my hands through her hair. Looking down at her. At her sweet, delicious lips. At her cleavage, which is practically bursting out her top.
Running my tongue over my lips, I kneel in front of her.
“Now, let me show you just how fucking gorgeous I think you are.”
Slowly, I undo her trousers. I kiss the little bit of soft skin around her midriff.
At first, she tries to cover herself up, but I push her hands away. Peppering her tummy with my lips and moaning about how sexy she is.
She lifts her hips off the sofa and I pull her trousers down.
“No panties?” I growl.
She blushes and looks at me with a naughty smile on her face. “I don’t like panties,” she says.
“Oh, God,” I growl. “Could you be any more perfect?”
Running my tongue along her opening, she tilts her head back and lets out a deep groan.
I bury my finger in her tight, pink opening. “Fuck,” I say, “You're so fucking wet.”
“That feels so good, Leo.”
“So wet, and so fucking delicious.”
I lift her legs up and push my tongue into her pussy. Darting it in and out of her opening while caressing her clit with my upper lip.
Her thighs squeeze my head as I pick up the pace. Her body trembles. But I keep going. Faster and faster, with more urgency… more passion, than I ever knew possible.
It’s like I’m a man possessed. Like I can’t even control myself. All that matters is her sweet, delicious pussy and my tongue and my fingers and pleasuring her as much as is humanly possible.
When she cums, her toes curl and her thighs squeeze my head so tight I can barely breathe.
