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Leon ends up just dropping you off at your place and leaving. He got a call from dispatch which meant his night with you is, sadly, cut short.
Since the call wasn’t an emergency, he walks you to your door to bid you goodnight.
“Rain check, pretty girl?”
He crowds you against your front door; his left forearm is braced on the door frame by your head so he can lean into your personal space.
“Sure,” you smile shyly.
He still has that dark, hungry look in his eyes as they run down your body and back up.
“Gonna be good for me?” his voice rumbles in his chest, the low tone giving you goosebumps and parting your lips.
You nod quickly. He runs his free hand up your arm to your neck. He glides his fingertips across your clavicle then up to tilt your chin.
“Make sure you stay away from that ex of yours,” the set of his mouth serious, “let me know if he bothers you, okay? I don’t want him touching you anymore.”
“I will,” you murmur, eyes drooping at his tone, “promise.”
He leans forward to nose at you check, whispering right into your ear, “Cause you’re mine, got it? You and that tight little pussy. You’re all mine. Okay?”
Pulling back, you give him a dazed nod. Your nipples are hard and you feel hot all over.
“Good girl,” he grins, eyes cutting down to your chest before coming back up to your face, “such a sweet, pretty girl for me, huh.”
Your eyelashes flutter as he dips closer and presses a heated kiss to your lips. You sigh and wrap your arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer but he doesn’t budge.
He pulls back, “I have to go. I’ll come back by this week. You gotta phone?”
“Yeah it’s dead though.”
He gives you a crooked grin and hands you his phone, “Put your number in.”
You enter your information and hand it back. He gives you a quick kiss on the lips.
“Talk later, okay?”
You watch as he climbs back into his car and drives off down the street. You touch your lips and sigh, shoulders sloping in exhaustion. You finish unlocking your door and make your way inside.
//
Coming home one day from classes, you see a nondescript box on your doorstep. You frown to yourself not remembering ordering anything to warrant a package. You nudge it with your foot as you unlock your door.
Before bringing it into the house you double check the address. Since it’s for you, you use your keys to slice through the packing tape to take a quick peek inside.
You know your eyes are cartoonishly wide as you see what contents are inside the box. You look around quickly, then grabbing the box, rush into your house and shut the door.
You make a beeline for you bedroom and drop it onto the bed. You feel flushed as you take off your jacket and toss it on top of your dresser. You sit down on the edge of the bed and drag the half opened box towards you. Before you let the embarrassment win out, you yank the top open and peer down at the contents inside.
Each 'gift' lay unwrapped in its packaging. You see two bottles of lube laying on top with some scented massage oils. The embarrassment comes roaring back as you drop the last gift back into the box. Glancing down at the packaging, curiosity has you picking it back up to examine it.
At least it doesn’t vibrate you thought to yourself, turning the box over in your hands. It even came with a suction cup on the end for 'luxurious position changes'. You frown to yourself; where in the hell would you suction it to? Pausing, you look at the gift in thought. Were you seriously contemplating using it?
Pursing your lips, you leave that question unanswered and open the toy. It slid out along with a couple of slips of paper.
Lifting up the first page, you read the few lines of care instructions.
The second page is written in handwriting you don’t recognize.
‘For my pretty girl, so maybe she won’t be so nervous her first time.’
You squeak in disbelief and humiliation. You re read the note a few times just to make sure.
Mortified, you pulled out your phone and send a quick text to Leon.
'I got your gift 🫣 😳’
You sit your phone down only for it to light up with a new message. You slide open the notification.
'Just want my girl to feel good. Maybe Saturday night won’t be so overwhelming now.’
You feel your ears get warm as you type back.
'Overwhelming?'
'Yeah, I know how inexperienced you are baby. Just trying to ease the tension.'
You bite your lip, cheeks flushed in ridicule and a twinge of excitement.
'Yeah but that's mostly cause I wouldn't even know what to do!'
'Would you like some help?'
"Holy shit," you whisper, eyes widening. Is this really happening?
'Sure' you type out quickly as you slip your skirt and panties off. You pull your shirt up over your head and unclasp your bra, tossing them down onto the bedroom floor. You feel like you shouldn’t turn down this opportunity.
Your phone begins to buzz with an incoming call as you lay back on your bed.
"Hi," you answer a little breathlessly.
"Hello," Leon’s low timbre replied. “You already sound a bit worked up, sweetheart.”
You bite the edge of your thumbnail, “I’m just a little nervous.”
He hums, the vibration tickling your ear and making your shoulders relax.
“Want me to walk you through it?”
“If I’m not bothering you. If you’re too busy, we—“
“Trust me, sweetheart, for you, I am never too busy.”
You feel your shyness creeping back into your tone, “Okay, daddy.”
“Call me Leon for now, baby. Want this to be comfortable.”
“Okay, Leon.”
“Good girl, such a good girl for me, huh.”
“Want to be,” you cover your face with your free hand, trying to cool your flaming skin.
“We’ll start off easy, sound good?”
“Yeah,” you clear your throat, “yes, Leon.”
“Touch your neck, slowly drag your fingers down between your breasts.”
Your breath hitches as you follow is directions.
“Bring you hand back up, but across one of your tits. Graze one of those hard nipples with your fingers, baby.”
You moan a high, whispery note. He keeps you there, playing with your nipples until they’re sensitive and sore.
“Leon, please.”
“Wish I was there right now, baby. God, what I’d do to you.”
“Yeah? Tell me.”
“Fuck open that sweet little cunt. Know you need it, sweetheart. Need a fat cock fucking you’re stupid, just like you want.”
“Leon!” you gasp, pussy leaking from his words.
He laughs, meanly, “Don’t worry, we’ll get there. Now slip a couple of fingers into that wet pussy for me. Scissor yourself, baby.”
"It hurts," you whine, slowly scissoring as Leon instructed.
"It’ll pass, sweetheart; your body will adjust," his husky voice spoke, "soon you'll be greedy for more, won't you, baby?"
"Ngh, yeah," you gasp out. Leon was right, already your body’s adjusting as the pleasure begins to override the discomfort.
"Talk to me, pretty girl."
"So good," you pant.
“Be more descriptive, baby."
You groan. "It's hot," you mewl as your fingers dip deeper into your wet hole, "and tight. Leon, please."
"Add another finger," he spoke, his voice rich and gravelly.
You quickly slip in a third finger, crying out in pleasure.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you," you chant, fingering and scissoring yourself open.
“Slow down, baby. Take your time. Enjoy it."
"Okay," you slowly finger yourself letting out a deep moan. "Fuck, Leon," you whine, "it's so good, but…"
“But?"
“I want your fingers; you have amazing hands. I bet you'd be so good, fingering my hole," you cry out, slowly pulling your fingers out to trace over your puffy clit.
"You want that? Finger you slow and hard, baby. See if I can get that little cunt to squirt all over me,” his voice rasps in your ear.
“Yes, I want you to tease me for hours. Have my hole so sloppy and sensitive. Will you, Leon? Please?" you babble, just saying whatever entered your mind.
"If that’s what you want," Leon’s voice had went dark, like velvet covered steel, "tell me what you are doing right now to have you so worked up this way."
"I'm just going slow like you said," you moan, "so fucking good like this. Touching my clit, feeling how swollen it is from playing with it so much."
"You sound like sin, pretty girl," Leon husked, "do you think you can take me now?"
"Oh god, please. Even if I couldn't, I would want you to anyways, just stuff me so full of your cock."
A low growl echoes from the phone, "What a mouth on you."
You gasp out as you slide three fingers back into your wet and needy cunt. "You like my mouth. Bet you want me to suck your cock.”
You hear him moan. “Of course, baby. I want you to suck it, choke on it. Get me to cum down your tight fucking throat.”
You whine a high note, “Fuck, can I touch myself now? Please Daddy—Leon, please."
A low hum, "Maybe later. I want you bouncing on that dick before touching yourself more.”
You keen, hole tightening on your fingers, "Yes, yes. That sounds so good."
You grab the toy from where you placed it on the bed earlier. You reach down and open the bottle of lube. Pouring some onto your fingers, you slick the toy until it’s wet and shiny.
“Tell me, baby; let me hear what you’re doing.”
“I-I’m putting it in now.”
You bite your lip as you slowly ease the toy into your clenching heat. You toss your head back with a low groan, the toy stretching you open more than your fingers did.
"Fuck," you pant, a low whine building in your throat.
“You feeling good, pretty girl?” His low chuckle sends goosebumps down your arms, “I bet you are, bet you feel nice and full, huh?”
“Please,” you choke out, eyes clenched shut.
A slow burning pleasure creeps down your body as you begin to thrust the thick dildo in and out. Your eyes flutter shut as a low moan leaves your throat. You can picture a pair of strong hands gripping yours hips, guiding up up and down onto a hard, thick cock. Leon’s face swimming in your thoughts.
“Leon, fuck!” your cunt spasms around the toy buried deep in your body.
“That’s my girl,” he purrs into the phone.
You can barely make out the sound of slick noises coming from his end of the call.
"Please," you whine, imagining Leon fucking you instead of the toy.
Your pussy is leaking so much a puddle is forming under your thighs and ass.
"Fuck me, Leon," you sigh, arching your back as you eased the rubber shaft in and out, "wanna be so good for you."
“Mm, oh I know, baby. My good fucking girl,” he groans, wet shlick shlick shlick noises weaving into the background of his words.
Your pussy feels sensitive and sore, but you can feel that knot of tension winding tighter and tighter. You were going to cum from just fucking yourself on the toy while Leon listened.
What if next time he makes you suck his cock while fucking you with the toy?
You moan, bringing your right hand up to your mouth, slipping a couple of fingers past your lips, sucking eagerly. You can hear his low groans in your ear as he strokes himself to you.
“Want you to cum for me, pretty girl. Think you can do that?”
“Yes, yes, yes.”
He moans and you work yourself harder, pressing the head of the rubber cock against your g spot with each thrust down.
"Gonna cum, gonna cum," you gasp and pick up the pace, pressing the cock into your pussy in quick, deep thrusts.
Giving your clit quick flicks with your fingers, you moan loudly and clamp down on the fake cock, grinding the head of the toy against your g spot again and again. You cry out as an intense orgasm washes through your body, seeming to last forever.
Somewhere in the back of your mind, you hear as Leon grunts and moans out his own orgasm on the other line. Taking a few deep breaths, you body sags into the mattress. You hiss in displeasure as you pull out the toy.
"Sounds like you enjoyed yourself, sweetheart."
A fit of giggles overtakes you and you try to muffle them with your hand.
You can hear the smile in his voice, “Feeling good?”
“Yes,” you press your face into your pillow, smothering your smile for a moment.
“It was amazing, Leon,” your voice is shy now.
“This is just to tide us both over until Saturday. Think you can keep practicing for me, pretty girl?” His voice is so deep that you bite your lip in arousal.
“Yeah,” a breathy exhale from you lips, “Leon?”
“Yeah?”
Butterflies swarm in your stomach.
“You’re not just— like this isn’t just a one off for you, right?”
“You worried, baby?” He coos at you, “when I told you that you’re my pretty girl and I don’t want anyone else touching you, I meant it.”
His voice gets darker with every word. “I’m serious, sweetheart. You and that pretty little cunt are all mine.”
Your clit throbs at his words and you moan softly.
“All yours, Leon. Promise.”