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“I’m going to own every inch of you, Buttercup.” He breathes heavily into my pussy, and I realise that he’s on his knees. His face level with my aching slit. “Do you want that? Do you want to be mine, Little Girl?”
Fuck. I love that controlled edge to his voice that’s at odds with his fierce, desperate touches and breaths.
“Mmm…”
His tongue licks up from my swollen clit into my clenching pussy at the same time as he continues circling and gently probing at my arsehole. Working my arousal up from my pussy and around my hole, Leo sucks, nips and licks at my folds and my clit.
My mind is scattered with the notion of what he’s doing to me and the need to let go and give in to the pull of pleasure that’s got my body split between trepidation and ecstasy.
His fingertip breaches the ring of muscle and the burn as he presses knuckle deep has my toes curling, my teeth clamping down on the bedding and raspy yelps scratching my throat.
“Too much?”
I shake my head in reply and the way the bed moves beneath me has the pressure of his finger increasing to the point my thighs attempt to press together.
Prying them back open with his other hand, Leo thrusts his tongue inside my pulsing pussy. I’m trembling, unable to contain the pleasure that spreads to every one of my limbs, and he doesn’t stop until I’m clenching around him so tight that he feels too big almost.
“Don’t stop.” I sputter as he stands, slipping his tongue out of my pussy and his finger out of my arse.
The desperation in my voice makes me very aware of myself suddenly and for a moment I want to hide away.
“Patience…” Leo chuckles with another slap to my arse, and then another, and I really do think he could make me come from the sting alone. “Don’t move.”
Watching him walk through the bedroom towards the bathroom, my limbs ache and quake with his command. I need to move. I need to adjust myself to ease the strain on my sore muscles and bones. But I don’t, instead I wait for his return.
The thoughts circling my head convoluted with lust and desire, with all the things I know and all the ones I don’t. Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath to calm the apprehension building inside me.
“Good girl.” Leo’s voice breaks the silence and a moment later his lips are caressing one of my throbbing arse cheeks and then the other. His hand palms my pussy and swipes my gushing arousal all the way back with the heal of his hand before working it in with undulating pressure as his fingertips work my clit.
I’m clenching and gasping and waiting. I know it’s coming. I can feel my muscles tense in that hard, biting way they do just before I fall.
“Should I fuck you yet?” he asks, still working my arsehole with the heel of his thumb, the blunt pressure is increasing with my impending orgasm. His other hand snakes up my back into my hair.
“Leo…” I groan as he pulls on my tresses.
The overwhelming feeling of the way he’s working me, is clawing at my insides.
“Here,” he asks, sliding his fingers from my clit and thrusting two into my pussy. “Or here?” He slips them back out and trails them to my tight hole. “Huh?”
I don’t know. I really don’t, I just want to come. I want to come with him inside me. Only him.
“What do you want, Cass?” he asks teasingly, and God I hate him.
I hate him so much for being able to scramble me like this. To make me so desperate that I can’t think straight.
“Tell me.” He smacks the side of my arse.
“Yes!” The frisson of need the sting of it sparks at my core is maddening. “Fuck me!”
I expect him to make me tell him where, but his cock slams inside my pussy. So deep and bluntly that it kills the scream burning up my throat and jolts me up the bed.
“God, I love your fucking cunt.” He grunts as he thrusts deeper, the hand in my hair trailing down my back.
Filling me like this, with brute force and violent need, he feels better than anything I’ve ever felt. The bruising grip of his hands on my hips doesn’t feel enough anymore. My need for more of him intensifies with every stroke of his cock.
“Harder.”
There’s a slight pause where I feel him hesitate, in the way he always does before he lets loose and gives in to what we both want. It passes my mind for a moment whether the urgency and ferocity of this need for me goes against his compulsion to keep me safe. To protect what’s his.
