Page 23 of Worth the Risk

He must see me out of his peripheral vision because he brings his head down, and his eyes lock with mine. He only falters for a moment before he begins stroking himself again, and neither of us takes our eyes off the other. His smoldering gaze is locked on me, and he once again groans out my name.

The desire on his face beckons me to take him as I want.

Gripping the bottom of my shirt, I lift it over my head and throw it to the ground, lower my shorts, and drop them on the shirt. When he scans my body, he pumps his hand faster.

With bravery I didn’t realize I had in me, I open the shower door and step inside and up to him. Placing my hand over his, he stills his movements, and I uncurl his fingers from around his shaft until his hand falls to his side. I wrap my fingers around him and leisurely stroke him, twisting my hand slightly when I get to the top, never taking my eyes off his. He remains unmoving, but his breathing is increasing.

When a groan from deep in his throat snaps something inside himself, he grabs my head and bends down to kiss me so hard I worry my lips will be bruised and swollen.

My strokes increase along with the neediness of our kiss.

I remember him telling me he wanted my mouth on him rather than his hand. I never much enjoyed giving oral sex and couldn’t have cared less if I received it. It felt like a chore I didn’t want to do. However, thinking about giving Leo pleasure like that turns me on so much I want to take his cock in my mouth. I want to see him brought undone by me and know I’m the one who made him that way. I’m not the most experienced girl, but I hope he will like it.

Without breaking eye contact, I sink to my knees and lower my gaze to his cock. I’ve only seen one penis before, and it had nothing on the length and girth Leo is packing. The man is perfection here, too, and if his manscaping is anything to go by, he takes care of himself as well.

I’m a little intimidated by his size, but my overwhelming need to pleasure him has me wanting to try anyway. When I take the tip of his cock inside my mouth, Leo stiffens and lets out a groan. I try to take him deep, but there’s only so much of his length I’m able to take. I may not be able to deepthroat him, but what I lack in my gag reflex, I try to make up for with technique.

When I get to the end of his erection, I suck harder and twirl my tongue around the tip, making sure my tongue rubs against the underside of him. Moving one hand to the base of his shaft, I stroke him, using my mouth and hand in tandem with each other. After a few moments, I cup his balls with my other hand, and from the groans coming from deep in his throat, he doesn’t just like it—he loves it. After wrapping my hair around his hand, he thrusts faster into my mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he yells. “Kylie, if you don’t want me shooting inside your mouth, you need to pull away now.”

Is he kidding?I’m enjoying giving him pleasure more than he is receiving it. I adore the pleasure on his face. In fact, I get off on it.

His balls tighten, and his girth gets thicker, and before long, he shoots down my throat, groaning and thrusting as his orgasm takes over.

Once he empties himself, he lifts me, and I wrap my legs around him as he moves us to the tiled shower wall.

“Fuck, Kylie, you’re a dream. That was so much better than what I imagined. You looked like a siren down there sucking me off.” When he fuses our mouths again, I wonder briefly if he can taste himself. The thought alone deepens my arousal.

Sliding his hand between us, he trails it down my stomach, past my little landing strip, and when he gets between my lips, he circles his thumb over my clit. I’m so close right now it won’t take much to set me off.

While I rock my hips, he sticks a finger inside me, pushing it in and out, still kissing me before adding a second finger and hooking them both.

I’m off in an instant, soaring with an orgasm that would knock me off my feet if I were standing. My thighs shake as our mouths entangle fervently.

After what seems like hours but is most likely only minutes, I come back down to earth.

Leo pulls his mouth from mine while he continues to gingerly push his fingers in and out of me.

“I don’t know whether you’ve been told this before, but you have the tightest pussy,” he tells me, his voice husky. Then he stops and thinks with a strange expression on his face.

“Don’t respond to that. I don’t want to know if anyone has ever told you that.” He growls his last few words.

Is that possessiveness I hear in his statement?I hope it is because I don’t want to think about anyone else he’s bestowed those magical fingers on. I’ve never come that quickly before.

With me still wrapped around him, he takes us into his bedroom, lies me down, and perches above me, settling between my legs. Judging by his erection pressing along my sex, he’s still hard, and he rocks his hips, rubbing his shaft between my folds.

“What? You’re hard again already?” I ask in shock.

“Sweetheart, I can go all night,” he says with a smirk.

Leaning down, he kisses me again, igniting my arousal once more. He drops his focus from my mouth to my neck, then to my breast, taking a nipple into his mouth and giving it a little bite before soothing it with his tongue. Moving to my other breast, he gives it the same treatment before he trails his lips down my body.

“I need to taste you.” He glances up at me, silently asking for permission.

Already out of my mind and craving another orgasm, I nod.

“Do it,” I whisper.

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