Page 49 of The Leader

“No…” Saliva dripped out of her mouth, together with her protest. He saw it trickle down to her chest, leaving a shiny spot on the latex.

He dropped back onto her body and took her mouth. Their tongues fought a battle of wills, leaving them both breathless for a moment.

Her arms that were still holding the headboard were trembling, making her breasts shake. He got even harder just by looking at her breasts and bared pussy, while the rest of her body was hidden in tight latex that showed him her every curve. He removed the vibrator, shut it off, and tossed it away, but left the plug in.

She let out a soft moan as he grabbed her hips in a punishing grip and pushed into her pussy. He tilted her hips, so he could get deeper. He rode her for a while, enjoying her gasps and little cries. He pulled all the way back, and then rammed back in, burying himself inside her to the hilt.

She yelled, she cried, she bucked underneath him, begging him to make her come.

“Who do you belong to?” Even to his own ears, his voice sounded harsh.

Jazzy’s breasts were bouncing up and down, her mouth red and swollen, her head hitting the headboard.

“Please…Gio… please.”

“You know I love it when you beg, but answer my question. Who does your body fucking belong to? Every damn inch of it.”

He pressed in harder, making it hurt a little as his balls kept slapping her ass.

Her eyes spread wide open. “Gio…”

“From your beautiful hair to your little toes. Who do you belong to?” he roared.

Her hand landed on his cheek, but he didn’t scold her for letting go of the headboard.

“You,” she answered softly. “This body belongs to you.”

Damn straight, it did. He took her mouth as he kept fucking her, riding this mad wave they were both on.

“We’re just getting started. Hope your ass was stretched enough, ‘cause it’s time for it to take my dick.”

He flipped her onto her stomach and blanketed her body. With one hand, he pushed the latex away, and removed the plug; the other grabbed the tip of his erection and slowly pushed it into her ass.

She hissed at his invasion. He knew he was much bigger than the plug.

“Breathe out,bella.”

“It burns.”

Fuck, she was as tight as a fist. Why had he waited so long to take her ass? What a fool he had been.

Slowly, he started riding her ass, holding on to her hips so tight that he would leave marks on her rosy cheeks.

Jazzy’s face was pressed into the bedding, muffling her cries. She moaned, she bucked, she cursed, and then she started pushing her ass back to him. The room filled with the sound of their heavy breaths and flesh slapping against flesh.

All it took was one flick to her clit and she shattered beneath him, taking him with her as he poured his hot seed inside.

He collapsed on top of her, his face in the crook of her neck, heavily panting.

Madness. His addiction to her body was sheer insanity. Tonight had been the first time he’d gotten a taste of what it would feel like if another touched what he considered his.

Murder. It would make him feel like bloody murder.

CHAPTER 23

JAZZY

Today was Mike’s birthday. It had been their tradition to go all touristy in their hometown that day, starting with a breakfast at IHOP—he loved their blueberry pancakes—then cycling to the Golden Gate Bridge, and having lunch at Fisherman’s Wharf. He always bought her a treat at Chocolate Heaven. He would go for the dark chocolate breakup chunks, while she swore by Ghirardelli’s delicious milk chocolate caramel squares.

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