“Leo,” I gasp out.
He stands up and strips his clothes off. It’s the first time I’ve ever gotten to see Leo fully naked. His strong muscular chest. The fine dusting of hair along his skin. His large cock on display. My body tingles, knowing he’s going to put that inside of me.
Leo kneels on the bed and opens my legs wider. “I am going to make you mine, baby. I know you can take it all. Don’t be scared.”
“I’m not scared.” I pause. “Maybe a little but I know you won’t hurt me now. Not after how you saved my life.”
He leans down and presses a gentle kiss to my lips. “This might hurt. But it will feel good. Trust me.”
He lines his length up to my entrance and grabs my thighs before thrusting forward. I cry out when his entire cock enters me in one motion. It does hurt but there’s also a deep, achy pleasure that feels good. So good I might cry from it.
Leo grips my thighs tighter, pulling them around his hips. Then he begins to move. Each thrust of his hips forward makes me cry out. It’s a mixture of pain and pleasure and I love every second of it.
He grunts. Seeing the passion in his eyes lights me on fire. Knowing I have some hold over him makes me more happy than anything else ever has. That this powerful man wants me…
“Feel my cock inside of you,” he groans, thrusting into me. Each one is steady and impactful. Not rushed. Not frantic. He rolls his hips around, letting me feel every inch of his length along every inch of my inner walls.
“Leo,” I cry out. My hands find his chest. His large, muscular chest that is so masculine.
“Tell me you like this.” He grinds his hips down, entering me further.
“Yes,” I gasp. “I like it. But it hurts, Leo. It hurts.”
“I know, baby. But it won’t hurt forever. It will feel good.” He leans over me so our chests press together. “Feel the way we’re perfect together. No one will take you from me. No one.”
“Oh!”
He thrusts into me harder. I choke on my next gasp. The pain of it all is going to kill me while the pleasure keeps me alive. I need this more than I’ve ever needed anything. I just didn’t know it yet.
It’s not just the physical connection. It’s the emotional one. It’s everything.
Leo has hurt me but he has also fought for me. Despite our strange relationship, I do care for him. I don’t want to marry another man. I want to remain married to Leo.
“Come for me, baby,” he groans. “I know you can do it.”
His words are the command I need. I grab the back of his neck and pull his lips to mine, taking some control. I need this. To be in power.
Each thrust is intense. Each kiss makes me feel like I might suffocate. Each moan is my way of telling Leo that I need this as much as he does.
“Come for me,” he repeats, sounding more frantic. “Come on, Emma. Come for me, baby.”
I need his words to send me over the edge. My orgasm rips through me, making me shudder in his arms. Leo thrusts into me a few more times before he groans, finding his own release.
I hold him close, stroking his back, as he shudders. Never have I seen Leo look so vulnerable before.
He pulls out of me. It’s then that I see the blood on his cock. “I took you harder than I meant to,” he says with a sheepish grin.
“It’s ok. I needed it.” That thought sends another flare of arousal through me and I press my legs together.
“Do you need another release? Does your pussy need to be touched?”
“Yes,” I admit, not fully understanding why I need this as badly as I do.
Leo lays onto his back and grabs my waist, pulling me astride him. “Then lower yourself onto my cock. Ride me, baby.”
“I don’t know what to do.”
“You wanted more independence. Show me that you can fuck me.”
