Page 71 of Power & Punishment

“Jesus Christ,” he says, pulling away from my neck to see what he’s just unboxed. “Even better than I remember,” he sighs.

His tongue skirts across his bottom lip, making me burn up inside. “Are you just going to stand there or are you going to fuck me?”

Leo’s grin widens. “You’re lucky I like that smart mouth of yours.”

Excitement flares up inside me as he quickly goes to work on his own clothing, shedding pieces of his ensemble and giving me an unobstructed view of everything I should hate but want all at the same time.

Unable to wait any longer, I reach forward and grab a piece of his dress shirt still hanging off his body. I pull hard, forcing him to collapse onto me.

“So impatient,” he tsks, his breath feathering against my cheek.

I run my hands down his toned stomach. “I’m just trying to get this over with before I can convince myself it’s a bad idea.”

“Oh, it is a bad idea,” Leo says, desire burning in his eyes as he hooks his fingers into the waistband of his briefs and pulls them down. His cock springs forward, catching me off guard. “But I think we’re way past the point of caring.”

My mouth must pop open at some point because his hand shoots up to grip my chin and plunge his tongue inside. I moan into the warmth.

His fingers dance along my slit until he begins sliding them in and out in a torturous rhythm. I rock my hips against his hand, loving the feeling but wishing something else was pushing inside me.

“Do I need a condom?” Leo whispers against my lips.

“No,” I moan, moving my hips more frantically. “I’m on the pill.”

“Good girl,” he sighs, his fingers sliding out of me and moving toward my clit. I whimper when I feel the harsh padding of his thumb swirl around me. “You’re going to feel so good bare for the first time.”

And then he pushes inside me.

“Ahh!” I yell, shoving my face into his shoulder as my walls fold around him.

He smiles, gripping my hips tighter. He starts with slow thrusts, letting my body adjust to his size. There’s a slight sting, but every movement gets better and better, sending a delightful shudder up and down my back.

Just like everything else, he doesn’t let me stay comfortable for long.

My heart pounds as his thrusts increase, getting more and more vigorous with the heady sound of my screams.

His mouth switches between my neck and mouth, quickly transitioning to the peaks of my breasts after he grabs the straps of my dress and yanks them down.

It all feels amazing.

Intoxicating.

A wormhole of pleasure that I’m not sure I’ll be able to find my way out of.

“You’re fucking addicting, Cara Mia.” And each time he pushes inside me I understand it more and more.

Leo sticks his finger in his mouth before placing it back on my clit. I groan, throwing my head back and knocking it against the wall. “Fuck, Leo.”

“Are you going to come for me?” he asks, sliding my hips closer to the edge of the table and lifting me so he can get deeper. The sensation is almost too much, blasting through me in waves that get more intense each time.

“Y-yes,” I reply, hurdling toward my climax.

It’s a blinding white intensity that fractures my vision and sucks all the air out of my lungs. My walls clamp down violently around him, riding the high and slowly letting me free-fall into a release so good it makes my toes curl.

Leo lets out a feral growl in response, letting go of my hips to death grip the edge of the table. He delivers two more punishing, deep thrusts that are so powerful it sends one of the sparse paintings on his wall crashing to the ground.

His entire body goes tense as he unloads inside me and bends over with a ragged breath. Seconds stretch into minutes before he pulls out and buries his head in my neck.

We both stop there trying to catch our breath. My skin is slick with a satisfying post-orgasm glow and every inch of my body tingles with sweet release. I feel relaxed for the first time in months.