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She gasped, bucking her hips. Feeling his erection beneath her, Amelia moaned and ground down on it, drawing a hiss from Leo’s lips. She liked that noise, so she did it again. The placket of his zipper covered his arousal, and she angled herself on top of it and rocked—
“Oh!”
A low groan escaped Leo’s lips. He slid his hand out of her hair and gripped her hip. “That feel good?”
“Yes,” she panted. “Yes.”
“You like riding my cock? Thinking about how it’ll feel once it’s inside you?” His hand was still kneading her ass, and he moved it up to clamp on her other hip. Holding her firmly with both hands, Leo helped her grind down on top of him, right where she needed it most.
Another moan escaped Amelia’s throat, her hands gripping Leo’s shoulders for purchase. She could feel how big and hard he was, the ridge of his shaft giving her just the right amount of pressure—
“You’re so beautiful, Amelia,” he growled. “So fucking pretty when you’re about to come.”
When she was about to… “What?”
It was never this easy. She overthought things, became awkward, messed up when she was in bed with a man. Awareness prickled over Amelia’s body, thoughts filtering through her mind like wisps of smoke.
Leo guided her movements with one hand, then used the other to wrench her bodice down. Plumping her breast, he brought it to his mouth and sucked. A bright, blazing sensation ripped through her nipple as he laved it with his tongue.
Those wisps of thought disappeared. All that existed was Leo. His big, hard body beneath hers. His mouth, tongue, and hands. His hard cock pressing against her clit with every rock of her hips.
When she came apart with a cry, he groaned in response. His lips coasted over her throat and up to her ear as he pulled her close, whispering dirty encouragement in her ear. Not letting her ease up, he used his hand to grind her hips over his clothed cock over and over again until she shuddered and bucked against his touch.
Dazed, Amelia pushed herself off his chest, curling her fingers into his shirt. She wanted more, like her orgasm had only stoked her lust instead of sating it.
“How was that?” Leo asked, a cocky grin curling his lips. His cock was still rock-hard beneath her core.
She affected a casual shrug and said, “It was fine,” but the effect was somewhat diminished by the fact that her left breast was utterly exposed and still gleaming with Leo’s kiss, and she was pretty sure her cheeks were red, her eyes glazed.
But Leo chuckled darkly. “Just fine?”
“Good enough to take a few notes down for the spreadsheet, I suppose.”
His eyes sparked, and Amelia realized she liked teasing him. She liked poking at him, because it felt dangerous and exciting.
Her reward was a big hand between her legs, ripping her panties to the side. Without warning, he entered her with a finger, then immediately added another. “So wet for me,” Leo said, grunting as he thrust his fingers inside. “My girl wants more, doesn’t she?”
Amelia whimpered, and Leo added a third finger. They both groaned, Amelia’s head falling back, her eyes closing.
“Fuck this,” Leo said and took his hand away. Amelia didn’t have time to protest, because she was lifted into his arms and carried into the bedroom. Tossed unceremoniously on top of the blankets, Amelia bounced once with a girlish squeak, then watched Leo climb up after her. He reached under her dress and ripped her panties off, tossing them across the room.
His hands were hot as they spread her knees, his eyes savage when they landed on her core. A bolt of self-consciousness went through her, but it was banished when Leo said, “You’re so goddamn pretty, Amelia. Every part of you.”
“No one’s ever said that about my…” Her cheeks heated.
“About this beautiful pussy?” He pushed her dress up so it bunched on her stomach, then used his hands to stroke up and down her legs, his thumbs teasing closer and closer to her slit. It felt like fire coursing through her veins at every teasing touch. She wondered if she’d come apart from just this, from his hands on her thighs and his eyes drinking her in.
Then he made another pass, and when his thumbs got close to her core, a wet, squelching sound filled the room. Horrified, Amelia tried to clamp her legs shut. Embarrassment blazed through her. She squeezed her eyes shut, remembering the sneer on Josh’s lips whenever she was wet enough to make those kinds of noises. One time he’d actually gagged and refused to have sex with her, asking her to give him a blowjob instead. It had been utterly humiliating.
But Amelia’s knees made contact with Leo’s body and she couldn’t close them, couldn’t hide herself. His hands paused on her thighs. “Amelia?”
“I’m sorry,” she said in a small voice.
He froze. “About what?”
Her hands reached down to cover herself. “I’m too wet. I’m sorry. It’s disgusting.”
There was another pause, and Amelia didn’t have the courage to open her eyes. She hid herself with her hands, cheeks hot, wanting the moment to end. All the lust that had blazed through her body vanished in an instant. Then the bed dipped, and her throat grew tight. Leo was leaving. And why wouldn’t he? She’d ruined the moment, as usual. Was it even a surprise? This happened every time she got intimate with a man.
