Shaking his head, he growls, “You don’t get to make demands in bed. Here, I’m the one making the rules.”
Oh God. That’s freaking hot.
With his lashes half-mast and hunger tightening his features, he looks downright predatory.
He keeps brushing his finger lightly over my bundle of nerves, watching as my breath speeds up.
I decide to try begging again. “Harder, please.”
Leo shakes his head, the corner of his mouth lifting into that stupidly hot smirk. It only makes me feel even more turned on.
Suddenly, he rubs his entire palm hard over me, and my body bows off the bed. “God, yes,” I gasp, my eyes almost rolling back into my head.
Just as I think I’m going to get what I want, he reverts to torturing me with soft brushes of his finger.
“I hate you,” I mutter.
“I’ll take it.” He lets out a dark-sounding chuckle. “At least you feel something for me.” Giving me a look of warning, he orders, “Link your fingers together and keep your arms aboveyour head. If you move, I stop, and we start the whole process over.”
I do as I’m told while mumbling, “Yes, Sir.”
His pupils dilate, and letting go of my wrists, he crawls down my body, lavishing my skin with hungry kisses.
I swear I’m going to come the second he sucks my clit.
Leo blows hot air over the valley between my legs while I open my legs to accommodate his shoulders.
With my ex, there wasn’t much foreplay, and when he tried, it didn’t make any difference. Most times, I faked my orgasms so I wouldn’t hurt his pride.
As I lie naked, stretched out like a Sunday lunch spread, I’m close to losing my mind from all the torturous foreplay.
I love it.
When his tongue sweeps from my opening to my clit, my butt lifts and my head tilts back, a deep moan drifting over my lips. “Yes.”
Leo circles the needy bundle of nerves with his thumb, and just when I’m a second away from begging, he sucks me so hard I see stars.
Right as my orgasm threatens to strike, Leo eases his touch. He keeps the torturous pace up until I cry, “Please. Okay, you want me to beg?” My breaths rush from me, my chest heaving, and my body coated in a fine layer of sweat. “I’ll beg. Please, for the love of all that’s holy, make me come. Please, Leo. Please.”
He thrusts a finger into my soaked entrance, and the wet sounds should make me die of embarrassment, but I’m too far gone to care.
“Please,” I whimper, every muscle in my body wound tight.
Leo latches onto my clit with one hell of a force, wringing the most intense pleasure from my body I’ve ever experienced.
A scream tears from me, my body tenses to the point where I feel like I might snap, then I’m free-falling, getting swept up in unadulterated ecstasy.
His other hand begins to massage my breasts as he fucks my clit with his tongue and teeth, and the orgasm just keeps going with no end in sight.
Tears spill from my eyes, and I sob from the overwhelming intensity.
Leo begins to alternate between lapping at me and sucking my clit into oblivion, and I realize he’s going to town on me every time my inner muscles begin to relax around his finger.
Jesus, he’s playing me like a freaking fiddle.
The pleasure lessens once again, then suddenly, I grow sensitive. When my body jerks, Leo instantly lifts his head and kneels between my thighs.
“I’ve got you.” He grips the outside of my legs and hauls my ass right against his pelvis. With me spread open as wide as I’ll go and Leo kneeling, I have one hell of a hot view as he pushes his cock over my clit. It feels like he’s massaging me, and I manage to catch my breath a little before a whole different kind of need grips my core.
