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The blue light of your computer screen felt like it was starting to melt your brain. Sighing deeply, you held your face in your hands, exhausted from the stress of your caseload. You finally succumbed to your burning eye strain and closed the unfinished report blinking angrily at you.
Working at the Division of Security Operations wasn’t exactly what you planned on doing with your life. A field agent tasked with following orders from your superior, Leon Kennedy, you often found yourself with a headache and a truckload of paperwork to finish up at the end of your missions. Your job was fairly simple: follow orders, document the team’s findings, and be trustworthy enough to serve as backup if shit hit the fan.
You were a schoolteacher before the incident in Raccoon City wiped out nearly everyone you had ever known. Fortunately, you had been on vacation when the events unfolded. Survivor’s guilt plagued you for years after your family, students, and co-workers were eradicated. So when whispers of the DSO taking down the Umbrella Corporation began to spread like wildfire, taking up a job there was as easy as breathing.
Still, though. Fuck this paperwork and fuck Leon Kennedy.
He had been a thorn in your side since the second you began doing fieldwork last fall. All languid muscles and tight black clothes, he was absolutely delicious in the flesh. Watching him unload a round into enemies was a sight to behold, the sweat sheening off him a bit hypnotizing. He knew he was attractive, and used it to excuse the absolutely sour, brooding attitude of his.
Maybe he had lost something too. It’s not like you were a ray of sunshine these days; you’d become hardened into a brassy thing. Deep down, you simply couldn’t bear the loss of anything else. Anyone else. It became easier to tuck that softer, docile side of you away.
The first mission you attended at the DSO was to locate and apprehend a suspected ex-Umbrella scientist. Being the rookie, you were assigned the case, your job mostly being to shadow your superior and take note of his strategy. Leon had a reputation for getting things done, so this seemed like a simple first task.
It was interesting, to say the least.
You willed your rampant heartbeat to slow down, not a word spoken between the two of you during the entire drive to the location. It appeared to be a dilapidated vineyard, an overgrown marsh surrounding it in an almost apocalyptic way. Autumn fog hung over the clearing leading to the building. A twig cracking behind you had you scrambling for your holster, adrenaline pumping like wildfire.
To your humiliation, a raccoon trudging by was all you saw.
“Have you ever even held a gun before?” Leon scoffed at you, giving you a sideways glare as you followed him through a foggy clearing.
“Wanna find out?” you bit back, regretting it instantly. He whipped around on silent feet and backed you into a half rotten oak tree, gaze absolutely menacing.
“If you wanna keep this job, I’d suggest you never fucking threaten me again.”
You rolled your eyes and attempted to side step him, however he remained blocking your slightly shaking frame. His palms lay flat against the oak now, looming over your head.
“Are we clear?”
“Sure, whatever.” In a flash, you were ducking swiftly under his raised arms and continuing down the dirt path without looking back.
The suspect was apprehended in record time, Leon needing no help as he shoved the drunken bureaucrat into an unmarked DSO van.
That had been nearly 9 months ago, and you’d had your fair share of altercations since then. You’d also become much more competent, taking frequent training sessions under Jill Valentine. She taught you how to handle a firearm, basic combat, and most importantly, how to get Leon riled up.
Defiance was fun, to a point. It made you feel oddly empowered to see the furrow of his brow at your frequent attitude. The rush of getting under his skin ignited something devilish inside you. On the other hand, you also felt yourself blushing at the thought of Leon’s rare tenderness.
Like the time he found you crying in your office.
It was your mother’s birthday, the 3rd one you had celebrated without her. You had a little cupcake sitting on your desk but couldn’t bring yourself to eat it, the weight of her absence crushing every ounce of spirit you had left. The DSO had been working you to the bone for almost 6 months now, and it was starting to feel like no justice would ever be served to Umbrella.
Was this all for nothing? What would your mom think of you sitting here, crying pathetically?
“Something the matter?” a sultry voice drawled from the doorway. Hurriedly wiping your cheeks, you whipped around and forced a tight smile in his direction.
“Just, uh. A little tired, that’s all. Did you need something?” you feigned indifference, clicking a pen tepidly.
His gaze was soft. Kind even. He spun your chair back around so you were staring directly at the sad looking cupcake on your desk. Chocolate frosting was slung over its top in a lopsided fashion. A hand clamped over your shoulder gently, rubbing the tense muscle until you let your tears fall once more, melting under his touch.
“You’re doing a really good job here, you know. We can take them down,” he spoke gently. Knowing you had a common enemy made you feel close to him in your own fucked up way.
Pride swelled in your chest. Maybe you were gonna be okay. He left before you could turn to look at him, the room feeling impossibly empty once more.
It was a rare occurrence, but one you looked back on when you were feeling like shit. Even though Leon seemed to dislike you most of the time, he did value you as his subordinate. That was enough for you. For now, at least.
You were snapped out of your thoughts by a disturbance at your office door. Since you had become a permanent part of his team, it wasn’t unusual for you to hear Leon's gloved knuckles wrapping loudly at odd hours of the night. He opened it without waiting for a response and you groaned in contempt.
“Why even knock?” you scoffed as you shifted papers on your desk.
“This office and everything in it belongs to me. I do you a favor by knocking at all.” He crossed his arms and peered down at you inquisitively, taking note of your messy desk. “You finish that report from the Ashford investigation?”
“Not yet,” you snapped. “Can you give me a fucking break? I’m up to my ears in your paperwork.”
“That’s your entire job, doing my paperwork. Got a problem with that?” he challenged, stepping closer to you. Cool as a cucumber, he loved reminding you that he was above you.
“Leon,” you breathed, already bored of this game, "I'm so fucking tired." Your voice caught in your throat a bit, uncharacteristically. Leon noticed.
He paused a beat before shutting your door, locking it, and even closing the blinds. The workday technically ended 2 hours ago, so the office was a ghost town… why the theatrics? Dread filled your belly as he stalked over to you.
"You've been so tense the last few days. Care to share?" Leon asked, looking down at you expectantly.
"Work is just… a lot. I go home, I think about Umbrella constantly. I have no off switch, no way to relax. I can't even remember the last time I had a full night of sleep," you babbled. You couldn't recall the last time someone asked you a personal question, so it spilled out hurriedly. You sounded desperate and childish.
"We have deadlines to make. You need to find a way to unwind outside of work if you wanna keep your job," he replied coldly.
"Any fucking suggestions?" you retorted, growing more frustrated by the moment. Leon's eyes darkened and flicked down to your lips.
"I think I know how to put your smart mouth to use," he spoke smoothly as he walked towards you. "You won't have a single thought running through that pretty little head. Come here."
It wasn't long before you found yourself forced to your knees, chin tilted up at Leon expectantly. His smoldering gaze never left yours as his calloused palm caressed your cheekbone, slipping down to your lips.
You parted them in response, darting out your tongue, desperate to get a taste of him. Feeling bold in this submissive position, you licked a messy stripe onto his open hand. A low hum sounded in his throat as he lazily dragged his first two fingers between your lips. The outline of his dick pulsed angrily in his jeans as you wrapped around his digits.
Maybe… this was what you needed. An escape, a way to connect. Maybe you could channel your pent up aggression towards something other than working yourself to death.
"Someone's desperate to get a taste. You weren't this compliant a minute ago," he teased you, pressing knuckles into your mouth until you tasted the leather of his fingerless gloves. The material brushed against your lips as you gagged a bit.
"That won't do," he tutted, "We'll need to open you up a bit more if you really want to do this, princess."
With that, he eased a third finger into your mouth, slowly rocking his hand into you. You resisted the urge to sputter on his fingers, desperate for praise.
After months of banter and brazen comments, tortuous glimpses of his chiseled frame stalking through missions, you finally gave into your selfish desires. You were tired of pushing them away, pushing him away. You hated him so fucking bad, hated how bad you wanted to be close to him. You'd never felt this desperate to suck cock before, your eyes fluttering closed as you imagined his thickness crowding your mouth.
"Such a mess for me, pretty girl. Just look how well you're taking my fingers." You let out a broken sound at this, peering up at Leon with watering eyes. His brow was furrowed deeply, eyes shadowed and dark. You refused to gag, needy and determined to prove you could take him. It was only when tears rolled down your flushed cheeks that he pulled his fingers out, a thick layer of spit connecting him to you.
He popped them into his mouth and hummed once more, seemingly relishing in the taste of your spit without a second thought. Your jaw dropped a bit, feeling a sinful volt of electricity at the thought of swallowing his spit.
"Can I taste yours too?" you asked, your tone sounding a bit bolder than you felt.
Leon's expression faltered into one of shock for an instant before hardening once more. A wicked smirk painted his face as his hand wrapped firmly around your jaw, prying your lips open. Without a second thought, he leaned down and spit into your open mouth.
Something about it felt so filthy, your tongue lapping up his hot saliva like it was nectar. It didn't have much of a taste, save for the lingering twinge of spearmint you often caught on his breath. You smiled coyly up at him as he released your face, backing up slightly.
"Dirty girl. Can't even wait to get a taste of my cum."
He popped open the button on his black jeans and slowly pulled down the zipper, the sterling silver whispering down your spine with every second passing.
A sigh fell from Leon's lips as his member was freed from confinement. You could see the outline of it better now, and your thighs clenched together so hard you saw stars.
All those sleepless nights you spent imagining what he would feel like, pressed up behind you. Hands between your thighs as you gave in, cumming hard to thoughts of him overpowering you and –
At that moment, he peeled down the front of his briefs and his leaking cock sprung forward. The head was pink and weeping, his shaft thick and pale. You dedicated every inch of skin to memory, making note of a single freckle on the inner corner of his toned thigh.
Your eyes widened even further as he took off his belt, snapping it once before snaking it behind your neck.
"Gonna fuck your mouth properly," he explained. "Maybe you'll learn a thing or two about talking back to your superior."
The leather bit into your skin in a delicious way as he guided you towards his groin.
"Ask nicely," Leon breathed out.
"Please… can I please taste you?" you begged pathetically, tears finally beginning to dry onto your cheeks.
"Hmmm? I didn't quite catch that." His voice was sterner now, belt pulling you in tighter. Your throat was now pressed directly onto his throbbing cock, forcing you to lock eyes with the agent.
"Can I please taste you, sir?" you whined, voice coming a bit rough from the pressure on your larynx.
"Of course. What a good girl."
He loosened his grip and you finally got to taste him. You moaned instantly as your lips wrapped around his head, sucking softly. He shuddered but remained silent as you licked along the underside of his shaft, desperate to feel every inch of him before he took control once more.
Your tongue traveled from his shaft down to his balls, and only then did he make a sound. A broken groan came from above you as you sucked the sensitive skin of his sack, catching him off guard. You continued the assault for a few seconds before being pulled back up, the belt constricting you again.
"Open your fucking mouth."
With little warning, his dick was shoved into your drooling entrance, belt immediately tightening as he sunk in. Leon moaned out loudly as you gagged around him. Something about this tantalized you, being completely full of him. You could barely breathe as he rocked into your wet throat greedily.
"I imagined doing this every fucking time you've mouthed off to me," he groaned out as his cock made obscene noises in your mouth. He pulled extra tight on your constraints as he spoke, your vision blurring a bit.
He continued his assault, sweat beading down his face as he chased his high. Selfishly, you hoped he would fuck you after he grew tired of getting blown. You hummed around him, hoping to provide extra sensation.
Sneaking a teary glance upwards, you felt electrified at what you saw. Normally so composed, he looked wrecked in the best way. Leon's face was screwed up in total bliss, hair pushed back off his sheening forehead. The veins in his arms were on display as he pulled expertly on your reins, forearms looking fucking sculpted.
Feeling determined, you enveloped him impossibly further, trying to swallow every last inch of his girth. He was truly to the hilt. His hips began to stutter, a whimper falling from his lips. He was willing himself not to finish, dick pulsing hard in your mouth.
He stilled for a moment, raggedly breathing, and began to sink out of your swollen hole.
Opening your jaw impossibly further, you fucked into him when his movements halted. You were going to milk him dry whether he liked it or not.
"What are you –" his eyes fluttered open in shock as you planted an iron grip on his toned ass, demanding he stay in your throat.
You were surprised by the instantaneous heat of his load dripping down the back of your throat. Leon let out a guttural moan, absolutely animalistic, as he flexed into you. The taut skin of his abs shuddered as he came, heart beating hard.
There was a pause for a beat, Leon's euphoria engulfing him entirely. You swallowed every drop he gave you and looked up at him with doe eyes. The second his eyes snapped open, they were full of rage.
"You little slut."
The belt hit the floor with a loud clatter as you were freed from its grasp. In an instant, you were being hauled up by your throat. Your head spun as you were slammed into the desk, shirt riding up. The cool surface bit into your tummy and you gasped at the contact.
"Trying to get out of being fucked?" Leon snarled, pressing himself into your ass. His dick was still wet and pulsing, already growing hard again. "Think again. I get to decide when we're done here."
Your arms were taken behind your back, your cheek pressing into the dark wood of your desk. A click filled the room as you were handcuffed, a bit of panic setting in at your position.
"Wait, no! Stop, that's not –"
"Did I give you permission to fucking speak?" He pressed on your wrists, cuffs biting into your skin at the pressure. You whimpered helplessly.
Suddenly, your pants and underwear were shoved down. Leon's large boots spread your ankles wide, pinning them in place. You attempted to squeeze your thighs together to no avail. Tears sprung to your eyes at the feeling, utterly vulnerable.
"Look at you, spread open and helpless." A slap rang out through the room as Leon smacked your ass, open palmed and marking the flesh. You heard the telltale snap of his belt, fear filling you.
"No, please don't!" you begged. You had never experienced this feeling before, paralyzing fear mixed with your desire. An internal war waged within you: should I beg him to stop, or beg him to keep going?
"It's too late for that, princess. You're gonna sit there and fucking take it."
With that, the leather belt bit into your ass once… twice… three times. You were sobbing now, pussy absolutely drenched as you babbled pleas for him to stop.
"Good girl, you took your punishment so well," he cooed above you, tucking hair behind your ear. "So fucking pretty when you cry for me."
You felt him gently kiss the shell of your ear and down your neck, sucking the skin softly. You continued crying silently, ass raw and stinging. He rubbed your hips and ran his hands over your backside gently. You cried out from the stimulation, desperate to close your legs and run off like a wounded animal.
Leon's cool breath ghosted over your ass, planting the gentlest kisses imaginable over the welts. You leaned into the touch, dying to feel anything other than pain.
"Poor thing. Daddy will take care of you now, shhhh," Leon spoke softly, his tone calmer than before. You heard shuffling behind you as he sank to his knees, his name a repeated prayer in your mouth.
In an instant, his mouth was on you. You cried out and writhed against your restraints as his tongue moved over your slit, humming at the taste.
"So fucking wet," he breathed against your mound. "All this for me?" He pulled away far too soon, the heat of his mouth gone. You felt absolutely ravenous for his touch, your wetness dripping down onto your own thighs.
A strangled cry left your mouth as he gently nudged 2 fingers into you, stretching you slowly. Leon's other hand was rubbing gentle circles over the pink skin of your ass.
"Stop…ahh!" your voice broke as he continued a torturous pace, fingers squelching into you.
"You get to cum when I say you do," he said matter-of-factly, pace leisurely. You tried to rock back against him and he simply spread your legs wider, nudging his knees between them.
"Please Leon… sir… Daddy. I'll do whatever you want," you sobbed. The feeling was becoming too much. You needed to catch your breath and get out of these restraints, or cum now.
"Well, since you asked so nicely."
He instantly picked up the pace, drilling his fingers into you. The angle, the speed, the thickness…you felt yourself sinking into a euphoric haze instantly. Curses spilled out of you as you lost yourself in the feeling. No one had touched you like this since before.
His other hand trailed away from your ass and began rubbing gentle circles on your clit, taking note of the way you tried to clamp your thighs shut at the feeling. His rhythm was consistent and quick, setting your skin on fucking fire.
"Please Leon, can I please cum?" you begged, absolutely wrecked and getting closer by the second.
"Hmm… " he pondered, increasing his pace even more. "What's in it for me?"
"I… Anything you want. Please," you mewled, so fucking desperate, so close.
"I'll hold you to that baby. You can cum for me," Leon replied, laughing to himself sinisterly.
You finally let go, your body convulsing violently around Leon's fingers. He fucked you through the tantalizing buzz in your veins, white hot energy coursing through your aching pussy at his touch. Your entire body was flooded with warmth and your chest beat erratically into the papers now strewn across your desk.
Finally, his movements stilled, and only then did he uncuff you. Your body was completely limp and drained as Leon spun you around gently. Once more, he popped his fingers into his mouth, smirking around them at your disheveled state.
"I could get used to that taste. Come on, let's get you in a bubble bath." He softly shimmied your pants up your hips, leaving a few sloppy kisses on your thighs along the way. You held onto his broad shoulders, still wobbly and hazy-headed.
You were fully dressed and placed in Leon's car before you knew what hit you. Chilly streaks of sleet danced along the windowpane, the cold leather of the passenger seat biting through your jeans. It soothed your sore ass as you rubbed around your mascara stained eyes.
"Where… we going?" you murmured sleepily. After your long week, then getting mercilessly finger fucked, you were a bit worse for wear.
Leon rested his hand on the backside of your seat as he pulled out of his personal parking spot. "My place. I have plans for the rest of our evening," he spoke softly. There was an undertone in his voice that you were too drained to read into. Anxiety bubbled up inside you, a carbonated rush in your bloodstream waiting to be uncorked.
"Mmm," was all you could manage as you closed your eyes and pressed your cheek to the windowpane.
You awoke to the feeling of falling, jolting frantically before getting a look at your surroundings. Squinting at the brightness of the room, you registered that you were… on an expensive couch. Velvet and green and smooth against your clammy skin.
The walls around you were lined with mahogany bookcases, texts varying from self help memoirs to law textbooks. Throw pillows were propped under your neck, your combat boots placed by the iron wrought door neatly. A piano was nestled adjacent to what looked to be a dining room. It was oddly clean and almost impersonal, looking prim and posed for an open house.
Footsteps came from behind the couch, the spiral staircase creaking a bit as Leon approached you slowly.
"Come," was all he said as his hand tangled with yours, leading you up the stairs.
The sound of running water was roaring down the hallway as you made your way to the second story. Vacant looking art covered the walls as you followed your superior towards the sound.
Anticipation shuddered through your body as you finally caught a glimpse of the tub – large enough to fit a crowd, egg shaped, full of bubbles. It smelled like lavender, the mirror beginning to fog from the heat of the water.
"Come here, baby," Leon ordered. Your body moved before your brain could even process your response to the pet name, cheeks flaming a bit.
He slowly peeled off your shirt, eyes glued to the skin of your chest. A simple camisole adorned your torso under your uniform and you felt embarrassed, childish at how plain it was.
"Cute."
He smirked and your cheeks reddened impossibly deeper as you tore off the tank top entirely. He immediately ran his hands across your breasts, greedy to feel you for the first time.
"You really managed to hide these from me for a fucking year?" he groaned, rolling your nipples between his fingers. Your eyes were screwed shut at the sensation, sensitive to his calloused touch.
"So fucking soft," he breathed out, kissing the valley between your breasts before licking a messy stripe over your nipples. They pebbled angrily at this, a squeak slipping through your lips.
Seemingly satisfied, Leon began undressing your lower half. Your jeans were tricky to get off, and you stumbled a bit as he helped you step out of them. In no time, you were standing naked before him. He towered over you and said nothing for a moment, simply drinking in your vulnerability in its entirety.
"My turn."
It shocked you a bit, his willingness to bare himself to you. Leon was an enigma in every way. Learning anything about his personal life was like pulling teeth, so you'd come to accept the mystery shrouding him.
He stepped out of his jeans, toned quads on display once more. His legs were pale and surprisingly bare, only a smattering of sandy hair adorning his inner thighs. You wanted nothing more than to spend hours nipping and marking the skin there, head crushed between them. His belt clanged against the tile and elicited a slight wince from you.
With unbearable slowness, he unfastened his shoulder holster before dropping it to the ground ceremoniously. He looked a bit hesitant as a hand drew to the nape of his neck, finally tossing off his tight black tee. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight. He was obviously fucking chiseled, looking like a Greek statue. He was mostly hairless, pale, and incredibly broad. But… there were so many scars, too many to count. You searched his eyes and found a tinge of shame within them.
Without thinking, you stepped forward and began kissing each protruding scar tenderly, pink pinnacles tickling your lips. You heard his sharp intake of breath as you treated him with the softness he had been denied for so long. A nasty, crooked tear in the divot of his shoulder. A burn mark just above his belly button. An incision scar near his ribcage.
You had heard so many rumors about Leon Kennedy when you started working at the agency last fall. Nothing could have prepared you to see the broken man before you, head hung low as he spilled his secrets to you. His failures, his slip ups in combat. His weakness, his humanity.
You pressed yourself against him, breasts flattening against his abdomen like a pancake. You wrapped your arms around him cautiously, not sure if this was overstepping. A sigh of relief fell from you as he wrapped around you in response, heartbeats bouncing off one another.
Leon pulled away and grabbed a washcloth from the countertop. He flicked his head to the sink with a sharp nod and you followed his gaze, standing in front of the sink. You were embarrassed by your raccoon eyes, mascara an absolute wreck from your crying earlier.
To your surprise, he wet the rag and began gently scrubbing at the skin. You squeezed your eyes shut at the scratchy sensation. It was weirdly intimate, you leaning into his touch as he washed off the reminder of the pain he inflicted. Eventually his movements stilled and you looked back in the mirror. Clean as a whistle.
"The water will get cold."
You tiptoed behind him as he sunk into the steamy tub. He let out a sensual sound as he dropped into the water, heat flooding his senses. You dipped a toe in and shrieked at the volcanic temperature.
"Way too hot," you complained, backing away cautiously.
"You said anything I wanted," Leon spoke smugly. "Something tells me you should do as you're told."
Rolling your eyes at his sudden shift in tone, you stepped into the tub and submerged your body. Bubbles tickled your skin, body covered up to your shoulders in the scalding water.
After a few seconds of adjusting, the heat flared through your sore ass and muscles, relaxing your whole body.
"Mmm," you hummed cozily, allowing yourself a moment of comfort.
The two of you sat in silence for so long you lost track of time, feeling absolute bliss in the lush tub. Your shoebox of an apartment only had a shower. You fantasized about coming home to this tub every night, lining your hips up with the thick stream of warm water…
Leon's warm touch snapped you out of your daydream, eyes flying open. You had slipped your fingers between your legs subconsciously, though the bubbles thankfully hid this from his view.
He began rubbing your thighs with his thick fingers, hands big enough to wrap around you. Your months of training had paid off and granted you with some muscle tone, so this was no common feat. His sheer size made you shudder, everything about him intimidating in the most erotic way.
"I would apologize for earlier, but I think we both know you needed that," Leon's voice echoed through the steamy bathroom.
"I could do without the belt next time," you retorted, though the thoughts of the leather biting into your skin made you feel something wicked deep inside.
"Mmm, I guess you'll get a spanking next time, then. Can't bear to keep my hands off you."
With that, he hauled you into his lap, splashing water everywhere. You made a discontented sound, your comfort compromised as you settled onto his thigh. The muscle there was thick and comfortable.
"Grind against me," he whispered into your hairline. The heat of his breath rippled through you, nipples hardening at the thought of riding his thigh. When you remained still for a moment, both hands squeezed your tender ass, rocking you into him.
"Jesus," you cried out, a mixture of pleasure and pain at the contact. Your pussy glided against the expanse of his thigh, clit swollen and desperate for attention. His kneading against your welts made you throb even harder.
You rocked against him at your own pace now, experimentally shifting to get the most contact on your sensitive bud. Your arms snaked around Leon's shoulders, him supporting your hips.
"How's that feel, baby?" he breathed out, forehead pressed to your own.
"So good," you responded softly, too wrapped up in the feeling to be embarrassed by how whiny your voice rang out.
He began sucking at the tender flesh of your jugular, not quite hard enough to leave a mark. This assault was simply about pleasure, and the gesture surprised you.
"Leon," you spoke shyly. This was never a position you imagined yourself in, feeling spoiled by the gentle scenario. "Can you please fuck me?"
"Was gonna do that anyways, baby. But it's cute that you think you have a choice."
He lifted you off his thigh, repositioning you so your entrances were aligned. Leon grabbed ahold of his member and rubbed it through your folds, a mutual sigh leaving your lips as you felt each other. Slowly, he lowered you onto his thick length.
"Ahhh," you inhaled a sharp breath, feeling impossibly full. Completely sitting on him, eyes locked, hands around his neck.
"Feels even better than I imagined," Leon breathed. "So fucking tight."
The stillness became too much for your superior, and he began rutting his hips up into you, his hold on your waist tight. He scraped up against something inside you that had you seeing stars, eyes screwing shut as you rocked your hips in tandem.
"No wonder you walk around like you own the fucking place," you spoke disjointedly. The size of his cock was no surprise, but the way it nudged against your cervix felt incredibly unfair.
"That's right, baby. You're all mine, always have been," Leon murmured into your skin, his lips on your neck as he continued shredding into your walls almost painfully. His pace was unrelenting.
You sat back a bit, Leon stilling. You hadn't been on top in a long, long time, but something about the position felt so fucking good. Better than you remembered.
"Whatever helps you sleep at night, sir."
Your hand laced around Leon's throat, catching him off guard as you began riding up and down sinfully on his cock. You felt his heart rate soaring under your fingertips, your tits bouncing wildly at your pace. He breathed deep, struggling a bit against your grip.
"Such a fucking brat. Can't stop talking unless my cock is in your mouth," he choked out once you released his throat.
Your thighs burning, you continued bouncing on top of him. Water was splashing around the two of you as he ground his hips into yours once more.
A familiar knot was building deep in your spine, this angle working wonders for your pleasure. Leon seemed to notice, beginning to nudge your clit with his thumb.
"That's right, baby," he praised you, "Cum on my cock."
His husky tone increased your pleasure tenfold, a wave building deep inside. You went limp as your peak washed over you, exploding and gushing onto him in a jolting haze. Leon rocked into you the whole time, knocking into a spot that had you shaking from head to toe.
"No… no more," you begged, attempting to climb off him.
He laughed darkly and thrusted into you harder, a few strokes away from his own release. Only then did he pull out of you, hurriedly stepping out of the bath and yanking on his own dick.
"Wanna cum on your pretty face."
Seconds later, he did, painting you his own warm hue. You sat there, absolutely sated and dripping in Leon for a few moments.
"Let's wash your face. Gonna fuck you to sleep in my bed."
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