Page 78 of Her Wicked Plan

The way he is looking at me, drinking me in as if I’m the most stunning woman he’s ever laid eyes on, is enough for my arousal to drip down my thigh.

“Fucking beautiful.” The compliment is quiet coming from his lips. Bringing his hand up, he takes hold of my chin using his thumb and pointer finger to tilt my head up. The position of my head forces me to stare directly into his eyes. “Open your mouth.” I do as I’m told, parting my lips and opening my mouth wider. “Don’t swallow.”

The last demand sends confusion through my body, but then he spits directly into my mouth and pushes my mouth closed harshly.

All I feel is his spit sitting on my tongue, and if it were anyone else, I would have gagged. I would have gotten sick all over the place, but with it being Leo, I find it so damn sexy.

“Go ahead, Vee. Get my cock wet with our spit.” I didn’t expect to moan the way I did, but it caused him to grin.

He lets go of my chin, leaning back, and I lift myself up so my mouth is over his erection. With my eyes focusing on him, I let the saliva drip from my mouth, landing on the tip, and watch it slowly roll down his length. Moving my hand off my thigh, I enclose my fist around him and start spreading our spit around so it’s easier to guide my hand.

“Take your shirt off.” I need to see more of him.

“Are you giving me an order, Vee?” He tilts his head to the side. “I thought I told you I’m the one in charge.”

“Leo, please take your shirt off,” I plead with a whine.

“Fuck, I love hearing you beg.” He bends forward, hands gripping the back of his thermal, and when the material clears off his body, I let out a gasp.

My eyes scan over his perfect skin, finding more tattoos hidden beneath the fabric. It’s all too much to take in—too many designs to inspect right now.

“Did you forget you were supposed to be doing something?” His voice pulls my focus, and my eyes dart up to him.

Dropping my attention to his cock on my hand, I lower my mouth, sliding my tongue across the tip, collecting his precum into my mouth.

I tease his tip for another moment before sliding my tongue down to the base tediously and then bringing it back up.

“You’re teasing me?” His voice is low, full of frustration.

“Is that not allowed?” I ask innocently, repeating the motion.

Leo’s hand finds my cheeks again, squeezing tight. “Would you like it if I teased you?” When I don’t answer him, he laughs. “Didn’t think so. Now put your mouth to use, or I’ll end this session.”

“Yes, sir.” I swallow hard as he lets me go.

I open, taking him in my mouth with my hand placed on top of his thighs. A moan escapes him as I take him deeper, bobbing my head up and down slowly.

My cheeks hollow out as I suck him hard and then roll my tongue around him. His tip meets the back of my throat, but I don’t gag. I don’t have that reflex, which always comes in handy.

Not in this situation, though. Leo doesn’t seem thrilled that I didn’t choke on him because his hand meets the back of my head. He forcefully shoves me down further, driving himself deeper down my throat.

That makes me gag. Well, that’s a surprise. He doesn’t move, holds himself still inside me, causing my eyes to tear up.

“Look how pretty you are when you choke on my cock, little angel,” he praises me, not budging to let me breathe. “On your knees, submitting yourself to me like I’m your God.”

I whimper around him, and he twitches against my tongue. He’s close.

Needing to relieve the tension between my legs, I lower my hand and slide it past the waistband finding my clit. I’m a mess. Wet and needy.

Rubbing slow circles, I whimper at the feeling sending a vibration through Leo’s body. He lets go of my head so I’m able to continue the movements at my pace.

But only for a moment.

“Did I tell you that you could touch yourself?” My eyes shoot open at his question, and I immediately stop rubbing.

Removing him from my mouth, I wipe away the drool and tears from my face. “I couldn’t help myself. I needed to be touched.”

“If you make me come, I’ll give you what you want.”