Chapter 17

Leo

I can’t take my eyes off her, can’t seem to look away from the fucking glory that is Kristen riding me.

Her blonde hair cascades over her shoulders, her tits bouncing wildly with every movement. I’m fucking transfixed.

Never more so than the moment she comes.

I feel her pussy lock around me like a vise as she cries my name towards the ceiling. I see her muscles go rigid.

It’s fucking amazing. She’s fucking amazing.

Even after she comes, her legs trembling in the aftermath, she doesn’t even slow. She just keeps right on riding my cock like she’s never gonna get enough of me.

I’ve gotta say: I understand. Now that I’ve had her, I’m not sure I’ll ever get enough of her either.

My cock is rock hard, throbbing almost painfully inside her.

I can’t remember the last time I wanted anyone this bad. I can’t even remember if I’ve ever wanted anyone this bad.

All I know is that, watching her, my wound suddenly doesn’t seem so important.

In fact, it seems damn near insignificant in comparison to my ever growing need.

Her eyes meet mine, and a devilish grin splits her lips, her eyes sparkling madly down at me.

She’s so fucking sexy.

I want more of her. I need more of her.

All of her.

Without a word, I grab her around the hips, lifting quickly and easily to flip her over on the couch.

She squeals in surprise, laughter soon following her shock.

“All you had to do was ask,” she says, her voice slightly muffled by the couch cushions.

“I think I’m through with asking.”

“Good,” she answers simply, raising herself up on her elbows.

I run my hand over her ass, raking my nails lightly across it and watching goosebumps spring across her skin.

She groans, throwing her head back against the cushion.

“Leo…”

I cleanly sever her sentence with a quick slap to her ass—not too hard but enough to get a satisfying whap!

She moans, wriggling herself at me, as if begging for me.

Which I’ll gladly provide.

I don’t waste any more time playing, though. I can’t. My cock is throbbing, my heart racing. I need her, right now.

Rising up onto my knees, I position myself behind her, reveling in the small gasp that leaves her lips as I shove myself deep into her pussy.

“Fuck!” she screams, arching her back and pressing against me.

She finds my rhythm almost immediately, matching it perfectly with every press of her gorgeous body.

I shove deeply into her, feeling her pussy tighten around me.

She feels amazing, mind-blowing. And we’re just getting fucking started.

I grab onto her hips, pulling her roughly against me, desperate to fill her even more than I already have.

I feel strangely possessive of her, drawn to her. And with every passing second, I feel a stronger need to claim her.

I mean, sure, technically, I own her, but that means fuck all in reality.

That’s not enough. Not to keep her, not to make her mine. So, I drive my cock as deep into her as I humanly can, and I dig my fingertips into her hips.

“Leo!” she cries again, and I’m not sure that I’ve ever heard a sweeter sound than my name on her lips.

It’s fucking beautiful and glorious, and I plan to hear it again and again.

It might just be my all-time favorite sound.

I pull out from her suddenly, still overwhelmed by my need to claim this amazing woman.

“What—what the fuck?” she asks, shooting an irritated look over her shoulder at me.

I just smile at her, not bothering to explain what she’ll know soon enough.

I grab my cock in one hand, repositioning myself. I wasn’t kidding when I said I wanted all of her. I damn well mean it. I want every fucking part of her, and I mean to have it.

She cries out as I slide my honey-slick cock into her ass, a sound of half-surprise, half-pleasure.

For a second, I think she might mind, but she doesn’t skip a fucking beat.

No sooner have I pressed myself into her ass that she’s pressing back against me, moaning wildly in response.

“Oh, god, oh fuck, Leo!”

I press further, harder, not stopping until she’s taken every inch of me, and still, she grinds against my cock as if she’s looking for more.

Like I said, she’s fucking amazing.

I find my rhythm again, thrusting into her as she matches my pace perfectly. My hands are back on her hips, my eyes locked onto her bouncing tits.

“Oh, god, don’t stop!” she cries.

Obviously, I wasn’t planning to.

I feel her body tensing again, feel her thrusts growing more and more erratic. Her body tightens around me, and I can hear her nails scraping roughly at the couch cushions.

“I’m gonna come!” she cries, driving herself back even harder.

She’s so fucking tight, so fucking amazing, and I’m not far behind.

I’m fucking aching for release, feeling myself get closer by the second. My own muscles tighten, and I pull at her even harder, loving the way she practically screams in response.

We come as one, both of us crying out into the empty room. I fucking fill her with my cum, feeling her body spasm beneath me.

Our movements slow, our bodies stilling in perfect unison as the intensity passes through us.

After a long moment in which neither of us speaks, I become suddenly aware of our breathing, of the pain in my wound and the blood seeping quickly through my bandage.

None of these things really even register to me, though. I still can’t seem to be able to keep my eyes from Kristen.

Slowly, I pull out of her, hearing her groan the second I leave her.

“That was fucking amazing,” she says into the cushion, exhaustion and euphoria both heavy in her words.

I collapse back onto the couch with a sigh. “Yes, it fucking was.”

I sit quietly a moment, waiting for my breath to come back as Kristen gets herself back into an upright position.

She scoots over to me, looking tired but completely content.

“How’s the wound?” she asks, looking pointedly at my stained bandage.

“I’ll live.”

She laughs. “You fucking better.”

With more effort than I’d like, I hold my arm out, an invitation that she quickly takes me up on. She sidles close, her head resting on my chest, her fingers tracing shapes along my abs.

I watch her silently, feeling amazed at the depths of my own feelings for this woman.

Honestly, I feel like I could just sit here forever and be totally happy.

Which is fucking unreal.

“Kristen?” I ask after a long moment.

“Hmm?”

“I love you.”

I can practically hear the words stir her from her daze.

“What did you say?”

“I said—I love you. I know it’s sudden—maybe even wrong, but—”

She sits up quickly, meeting my eyes as a wild smile pulls at her lips. “I love you, too.”