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You would never forget the first time you laid eyes on Leon S. Kennedy. You were mesmerized from the very beginning, he had you wrapped around his finger and you had a feeling he knew it.
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You double check the address from your messages, looking baffled between your phone and the gated community maps was telling you to pull into. Surely this wasn’t right? You only wanted a casual babysitting job to have some extra spending money while you were in school, something easy with a laid back family. The houses in front of you screamed “say one wrong word in front of my baby and I’ll sue you for so much you’ll never even have a life”.
Well, that would explain the extensive background check the parent insisted (demanded) you do along with a drug screen. Oh, well. You may as well keep the interview. Maybe you’ll get lucky and get a chill rich person who will throw money at you like it’s nothing. Worth a shot.
With a steeling breath, you pull forward and state your business at the gate. The guard only scans the document in his hand for a moment before he clears you, opening the gate and allowing you to drive in. You drive forward to find the house with utmost care to avoid hitting anything. Most cars and houses here are worth much more than you would likely ever see in your lifetime.
Finally, you pull into the driveway of a large brick house that you could only describe as a mansion. The lawn was meticulously clipped with some cookie-cutter hedges and flower bushes in the front, and the path led to a sizable porch and plain red French doors. You drag yourself out of your car (that you’re now self conscious of) and make your way to the porch with all requested documents in hand. You could barely get two knocks in before the doors swung open.
You lift your gaze from the ground, only to have your breath stolen away by quite possibly the most handsome man you had ever seen in your life. His large, muscular body takes up half of the double doorway, and he’s leaning on the doorframe in a way that makes his toned biceps and forearms look delectable. His face is just as striking. Strong features, piercing blue eyes framed by subtle crow’s feet, a dusting of stubble on his jaw, and soft looking dirty blond hair that’s stylishly messy. This guy is a total knockout and you don't realize you’re staring until he raises a brow and smirks at you.
Embarrassed, you feel your cheeks heat up as you clear your throat and look down at your papers to double check his name. “Mr. Kennedy?” you ask quietly.
“Call me Leon, I’m not that old yet,” the man jokes lightheartedly. “But yes, that’s me.” He doesn’t struggle at all to remember your name, and when you confirm your identity, he steps aside and gestures for you to come in.
You step into the foyer and toe off your shoes, not wanting to scuff the expensive looking hardwood floors. Leon only shakes his head and chuckles lightheartedly at you before leading you to a living area. There is minimal decoration to note, mostly just a couple fake plants and generic wall art, but all the furniture obviously cost an arm and a leg. You wonder briefly how it is kept so nice and tidy with a 6 year old running around, but you’re sure this guy can easily afford a housekeeper.
Leon takes a seat on one end of a comically large gray couch, crossing a foot over his knee and spreading his arm across the back of the couch. He looks at you expectantly before you gingerly take a seat at the other side of the couch, turning slightly so you could more easily have a conversation. In such casual close proximity with such a handsome older man, you felt like you could combust. You had no idea how you were going to stumble through this interview.
Leon grabs your papers and glances through them before looking up at you. “I already reviewed your background check and everything looked great. Now, for some questions…”
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That was a little over a year ago. Something you said or did must’ve made a good impression, because he hired you directly after the interview process and allowed you to start immediately. You mostly worked in the evening, picking his son up from school and taking him home to cook him a simple dinner. You would play with him and help him with homework, and sometimes put him to bed if Leon was at work particularly late.
After gaining some rapport with the man, you learned that Leon was a government employee, but he couldn’t go into specifics. You just knew that his earlier years were filled with traumatic experiences (explaining his extensive background checks), and these days he got to work a blissfully boring desk job. He sure still kept himself in tip-top physical shape, though; it was something you couldn’t help but notice and appreciate every time you saw him.
Lately, you were seeing more of him. Leon would often invite you to stay for a drink or a show after he arrived back home, especially if his son was already in bed. It was an offer you rarely refused, wanting to grow closer with this hard-working, good-looking single dad. You wanted desperately to get his attention in a more-than-friends way, but you knew that would never happen; he would never be interested in a young college girl who essentially had no accomplishments in life yet. He would still make many flirty comments, but you soon learned that was just his personality. You tried not to let the thought hurt you that much.
You were pulled out of your thoughts when you heard your phone buzzing next to you on the couch. You had just finished putting the kid to bed and were curled up on the couch with a cozy blanket, browsing through a massive selection of streaming services. You grab your phone and look at the screen, seeing it was Leon who texted you twice.
’Running late at the office. I should be home in an hour. Make yourself at home.’
‘Sorry for wasting your Friday night.’
You glance at the time. It’s just past ten o’clock and you had no plans for tonight, anyways. You type and delete several responses, some too bland and others too flirty. You enjoyed flirting back and forth, but you still wanted to keep it lighthearted so you could chalk it up to a joke if need be. You didn’t want to deal with that rejection or heartache. Finally, you settle on a simple response.
’stop and get some pizza and drinks and it won’t be wasted at all. that’s about as exciting as my weekend plans are anyway lol’
It doesn’t take long to get a response. You choose to think he was waiting eagerly for your message.
’Yes, ma’am.’
You bite back a grin at your phone, both at the nickname and the fact that Leon texted like a true dad. When he first began sending you messages, you were worried something was wrong or he was mad at you, simply used to being texted by people your own age who texted excitedly and used plenty of emojis. You actually asked him about it and were relieved to find out (by his own explanation) that he wasn’t mad, just old.
Setting your phone down on the table in front of you, you return your attention to the television. It only takes a few more minutes of clicking before you decide on a trashy reality TV show, something that was very entertaining but you didn’t have to pay much attention to.
An hour ended up flying by much faster than you expected, and you couldn’t help but jump when you heard keys jingling in the front door. Not long after you turn toward the foyer, Leon walks through with his briefcase and a bottle of wine in one hand, large pizza in the other. You quickly hop up and walk over to him, offering to help him carry something.
He chuckles at your eagerness to help. “You can take the wine and grab a couple glasses from the kitchen,” he states as he reaches his hand forward.
You fight off goosebumps when your fingers accidentally brush his and you notice his sleeve is rolled up on his forearm. You bite your lip and focus your eyes upward, away from the delicious sinew of muscle on display. That turns out to be a mistake, as well. You immediately catch the way his dress shirt is already unbuttoned partially down his chest, showing off more muscles and a light spattering of chest hair.
You feel your face go beet red and you turn before you can even look Leon in the face. “Grabbing the glasses, be right back,” you call over your shoulder as you scurry away.
In the spacious kitchen, you lean forward against the counter on both hands and take some deep, calming breaths. There’s no way he didn’t notice the way you were so flustered by him. Should you make an excuse to go back to your apartment so you don’t have to face him after that? No, you sent him out of his way for pizza and drinks after a particularly long day at work. It would be rude to bail on him like that.
With a deep sigh, you turn to rummage through the cabinets. You quickly find and grab a couple of crystal wine glasses that you’re sure cost more than your entire paycheck. Glasses and wine in hand, you turn to march back into the living room as confident and calmly as possible.
When you cross into Leon’s field of vision, you hold up the glasses with a smile. “Got the expensive glasses for the expensive wine,” you joke; it was true. You would probably never drink wine as expensive as this outside of Leon’s home. It still blows your mind that he can just casually drop money on it on a whim.
Leon only gives you a smile that you could almost describe as shy. Despite his expensive residence and motorcycle, he didn’t actually like to flaunt his wealth. You surmised that he didn’t grow up with a lot of money and that he didn’t particularly care for the wealth due to whatever trauma he had to go through to get it. It seemed to be a band aid the government slapped on him to try to fix whatever hell they put him through.
Shaking the thoughts from your head, you flounce toward the couch and plop down next to Leon. Your shorts ride up and you feel your bare thigh press against Leon’s firm, slack clad one. You try to ignore the butterflies in your belly as you lean forward and pour two generous glasses of wine, reaching one to the man next you and leaving the other on the table as you dig into the pizza first.
You nearly moan as the extra cheesy and greasy food enters your mouth. It earns a chuckle from next to you, drawing your attention from the heavenly slice in your hand. “Enjoy eating pizza without a side of tums while you’re young, kid,” he laughs, reaching for a slice himself.
You toss him a teasing look. “Sorry, old man, I forgot to grab your antacids. Did you remember your dentures or do I need to cut up your food?” you joke lightheartedly.
Leon lightly shoves you with his shoulder in retaliation to your quip, unable to hide his smile. “Better be careful, my days are numbered until I have to hire you to be my babysitter instead of my son’s,” he quips.
“My god, I can think of no worse hell. You’d be the most stubborn senile old man,” you state with a laugh as you grab the remote, pressing play. The episode you stopped on resumes and Leon watches curiously, brows knit in slight confusion.
“What’s the point of this?” he finally asks.
You can’t help but laugh. “It’s just some trashy show. They lock a bunch of horny 20-something’s in a house for a couple weeks and we get to enjoy all the petty drama,” you explain.
Leon nods in understanding, but the confused look doesn’t leave his face. Nevertheless, he leans back and continues to eat, sipping his wine on occasion and asking you questions about what’s going on.
You patiently explain all that you can, and eventually he seems to run out of queries. You both are done with the pizza, wine still there but forgotten as you get more comfortable on the couch. You freeze up when you feel Leon’s strong arm drape behind you. It’s lightly touching your shoulders, but not enough for you to say he has it wrapped around you. You try your best to relax, taking another long sip of wine and telling yourself he’s just trying to stretch out and get comfortable after a long day.
Not long after you manage to relax a little, Leon leans closer and speaks next to your ear like the two of you are in a crowded theater and not his private home. “I know this is dramatized, but is this how kids date these days?” he asked, almost seeming scandalized.
You bite back a giggle. On screen, two girls were getting quite close to a physical altercation for sleeping with the same guy. Meanwhile, the camera cut to him flirting with yet another girl. “I definitely try to stay away from fuckboys, but they do run rampant, unfortunately. As far as the hooking up, I guess we can be more casual when it comes to sex than you all,” you explain before pausing. “But I don’t know, I’ve heard some pretty wild stories about some of y’all back in the 60s.”
Leon turns to give you a mock hurt expression, clutching his heart dramatically; he couldn’t hide his amused grin, though. “Us in the 60s? I’m not that old, sweetheart.”
You smirk at him teasingly. You obviously knew that, Leon was early-to-mid-40s at the latest. It was fun to mess with him, though. “Could’ve fooled me,” you retort with a shrug, returning your attention to the television. As you did, you decide to test the waters a little bit; you’re not drunk by any means, but the small amount of alcohol does have your confidence up. You and Leon were already sitting quite close, but you relax just a little closer under his arm, slightly resting your head on his shoulder and bringing your legs up halfway under you, knees partially on his thighs. You can’t help the goosebumps when Leon drops his arm fully around your shoulders, pulling you in even closer, his attention back on the TV as well.
The two of you sit in comfortable silence for a beat until Leon suddenly looks down at you wearing a confused expression. “What’s a fuckboy?”
You can’t help your giggle this time. You bite your lip as you think of the best way to explain it. “Basically a giant douchebag. They act so nice and into you and lead you on to have sex with you, then drop you like nothing and move on to another girl they’ve essentially been cheating on you with, even though if casual sex is what they want, they could probably get it easier by being forthright about it. Anyway, if they’re especially bad, they’ll make sure to tell everyone how much of a slut you are after you sleep with them, or call you an ugly bitch if you don’t want to have sex with them.”
Leon actively listens, nodding his head in understanding at your explanation. He deliberates for a moment, then asks, “Do you have any experience with one?”
You sigh, sinking further into him and groaning, hiding your face behind your hands. “I’m not proud to say yes,” you admit, voice muffled. Hey, you were in college and that was their hunting grounds! You fell for it once as a freshman and never again.
Leon chuckles in amusement as he runs his knuckles soothingly up and down your arm, encouraging you to drop your hands and look at him. As soon as you do, you’re shocked by the question that leaves his mouth. “Was he at least good in bed?”
Despite your face burning red at the inquiry, you couldn’t help but laugh at the memory. “God, no! Two pump chump and he wouldn’t even touch me. Actually had the audacity to ask if I came after the whole thirty second ordeal,” you explain.
Leon tuts as he pulls you even closer, until you’re practically leaning over him with one hand on the arm rest by his side for balance. He’s so close you can feel his breath fan across your face as he replies, “What a damn shame. Had no idea what a treat he had.”
You gasp as you feel his hand ghost down your waist to grip your hips before he pulls you completely over onto his lap, your weight like a feather to him with those well maintained muscles. You move your grip from the couch to his shoulders, pushing back just enough to get a better look at his face. He’s wearing a dangerous smirk as he drops his gaze pointedly to your lips. The look would have you clenching your thighs together for some relief if they weren’t straddled across his own. Instead, your clit throbs untouched, causing you to bite your lip and fight back a whine.
Leon hears it, though, of course. He looks back into your eyes with a wolfish smile now, hands rubbing confidently from your hips to your waist to as much of his back as he could reach in this position. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, he finally speaks. “Want me to show you how a real man treats a lady in bed?”
You frantically search his face for any sign that this is just a cruel joke. All you find are pupils blown so wide you can barely see blue and slightly flushed cheeks. Finally, you whisper your reply, “Yes.”
Leon chuckles low in his chest, and you can feel the vibrations of it as he grabs the back of your neck and pulls you into him. Before you even have a chance to register what is happening, his lips are meeting yours in a skilled kiss. Electricity sparks through your veins and gathers in your core as he works his mouth gently against yours, encouraging your lips to part farther and farther until he can fit his tongue between them. When his slick appendage meets your own, you sigh and melt into his lap, tossing your arm around his shoulders. You don’t even put up a fight for dominance; you just let him leisurely explore your mouth, sloppily kissing him back and feeling a warm thrum of arousal build in your lower belly.
After what felt like an eternity, Leon separates your lips but doesn’t pull away. Instead, he presses a soft kiss to the corner of your mouth and slowly trails them down your jaw and towards your neck. As he works his way lower, he introduces his tongue and teeth, causing you to throw your head back to allow him better access. He lavishes so much attention to the sensitive area, sucking a harsh bruise on your sweet spot when he finds it.
When his mouth reaches the collar of your shirt, he pulls back with an inquisitive look in his eyes. His hands sneak under your shirt and caress the bare skin of your back softly, sending shivers down your spine. As he slyly works his hands (and therefore your shirt) higher and higher, he finally asks, “May I?”
Not trusting your voice, all you can do is dumbly nod. You raise your arms above your head and Leon is quick to peel your shirt off, haphazardly tossing it to the side. You don’t even have time to think before his mouth is on your newly exposed skin, licking and sucking at your chest all the way down to your bra line. His thumbs ghost over your hardened nipples through the thin fabric, then he’s pushing your tits up to bury his face in your cleavage, breathing in deeply. When he moves his face over a breast and his pink tongue ghosts out to tease at a nipple, you bury your hands in his hair and urge him closer.
“So eager,” Leon breathes before attaching his mouth to your peak, licking and sucking as best as he could through your bra. He left a sizable damp spot on the fabric and gave that breast a firm squeeze before moving his attention to the other one. You sigh in pleasure, clit throbbing and desperate for some sort of friction. Mindlessly, you roll your hips forward against his and feel his rapidly hardening cock beneath you. You whimper as it catches your clit just right through layers of clothes, and you can’t help but grind yourself against it some more.
Leon detaches himself from your chest to look up at you with a salacious grin at your ministrations, hands guiding your hips to rub down against him even harder. “My little baby that desperate?” he teases. One hand slips up your back to expertly unclasp your bra in a smooth movement, tossing it to the side to join your shirt. He only briefly nips and sucks at your now exposed tits, unable to help himself from the sight before him. He soon returns his attention to your hips, pulling them down as he also ruts up into you a few times. “Don’t worry, daddy’s gonna take care of you.”
Your hips stutter and you gasp, staring at him with wide eyes at his words. You never thought you had a daddy kink, but you couldn’t deny the way wetness gushed in your already soaked panties hearing Leon call himself that. Despite the fact that you stopped moving, Leon continued his lazy thrusts upwards, smirking at you. Damn him, he could tell you liked it.
His large hands snake under the fabric of your shorts and panties, splaying over your ass and giving a firm squeeze to the flesh. “Daddy’s dirty girl, I’m gonna make her feel so good,” he murmurs, lips and tongue meeting your neck once again. One hand dips farther into your underwear and you can’t help but moan as a finger easily glides through your embarrassingly soaked folds. Leon groans into your ear, nipping at the lobe as he circles his finger slowly around your bundle of nerves. “So wet, all for me,” he whispers huskily. “I’m gonna stretch out that tight little cunt, give her what she needs.”
That was all the warning you got before he suddenly plunged two fingers into your wet heat, burying them down to the knuckle. You cry out at the intrusion, leaning forward and subconsciously sinking your teeth into the junction between Leon’s neck and shoulder. He grunts at the sensation, leaning his head to the side to give you better access; you take full advantage of it, biting and sucking everywhere you could reach between moans.
Leon’s fingers pump rhythmically in and out of you, the stretch and drag against your gummy walls delicious but just not enough. “More, Leon, please,” you pant against the sensitive skin of his neck, undulating your hips until his fingers catch on your g-spot and you gasp.
“Shhh, I’ve got you, baby. Just gotta stretch this tight pussy out and get it ready for my cock, okay?” He coos gently, bullying your sweet spot and causing you to writhe in pleasure. As he feels you relax and pulse against his fingers, he easily adds a third, scissoring them and stretching you just as he promised. The extra stretch feels delectable,causing you to cant your hips forward to try to find some friction on your clit.
“Need something else?” Leon teases, noticing the way your hips are grinding and searching. “How about my tongue on that sweet clit, hmm? Think that would do the trick?”
You nod desperately, the mental image of Leon’s face between your legs only adding to the knot of pleasure growing in your belly.
Leon laughs darkly, urging you off his lap and onto the couch. He drops to his knees in front of you, fingers hooking in the elastic of your shorts. Before he can pull, however, you grasp his hand with your own to stop him. He looks up at you inquisitively, eyebrows furrowed.
“Should probably go to your room,” you explain simply. He understood, though; neither one of you wanted to risk his son coming downstairs for a glass of water or midnight snack and walking in on you.
“I’d love to see you in my bed, anyway. All sprawled out and needy for me,” Leon states, standing up and encouraging you to hold on to his neck. You oblige and he grips you under your thighs, picking you up like you weigh nothing. As he carries you down the hallway towards his room, you pull the collar of his shirt to the side and lave kisses everywhere you can reach. You swear you hear him whimper, but you don’t dare mention it for fear it won’t happen again.
Before too long, Leon is fumbling with the door to the master bedroom, wiggling it all over before he finally gets it open and steps inside, kicking it shut behind him. He looks at you and slams his lips against yours in a sloppy, needy kiss before unceremoniously tossing you into his large, plush mattress. You quickly peel off your remaining clothes, long string of slick pulling between you and your panties until tension snaps it. Leon watches hungrily, eyes attached to the garment as you toss it to the floor. While you’re busy scrambling up the bed to lay against the pillows, he’s diving for your underwear, unabashedly smelling them before poking his tongue out to lick at your slick. You watch enraptured as his eyes close and he groans, muttering, “tastes so good, can’t wait to have my tongue in you.” He quickly pockets the panties before returning his attention to you, squeezing your thighs together at the show he put on.
Noticing the way you watch him with longing, Leon smirks and decides to prolong his little display for you. He reaches up to the buttons on his shirt, slowly and deliberately undoing each one. Your pants and desperate whines grow in volume with each inch of skin that is revealed to you, just a teasing glimpse of his sculpted body as he doesn’t open his shirt any wider. Finally Leon reaches the last button, dragging his hand up his abdominals all the way to his pecs after it is undone. You bite your lip and rise to your knees, clumsily making your way across the bed as if by gravitational pull.
Your hands follow the same trail as his, practically drooling when you feel his muscles jump beneath your touch. You run your hands leisurely up to his broad shoulders, appreciating the firm ridges and soft hair of his chest. Once you reach his shoulders, you push his shirt off of them and sit back to admire the view.
His large biceps flex as he tries to keep his hands to himself, watching the way your eyes trail over him hungrily. They finally land on the vee of his hips and the trail of hair that leads below his pants. You lean forward, eagerly tracing your tongue and lips over the lines of muscle. You raise up enough to lick and nip his nipple, rewarding you with a grunt of satisfaction and a large hand in your hair. You don’t stay there long, though, lips trailing back down, dipping your tongue into his belly button before biting and sucking along his pants line, making sure to leave marks.
Your hand drops to his pants, groping the prominent tent and giving his (rather impressive) clothed cock a few rubs before turning your attention to the button. It takes a few tries for your trembling hands to release the plastic, but it finally unsnaps and you drag his zipper down as well. You pull his slacks down until they pool at his feet, then look at the growing wet spot on the front of his boxers. You whine as you rub his bulge again, mouthing at the tip through the fabric of his underwear. Leon throws his head back and groans, gently petting your hair.
Before you can pull them down, Leon is grabbing your shoulders and pushing you away from him, back on the bed. He climbs on top of you, murmuring, “I told you I was taking care of you, baby.”
You pout pitifully. “Wanna make you feel good, too, Leon,” you reply, sinking your nails into his shoulders as he begins kissing his way down your body.
“Another time,” he promises, spreading your thighs apart and coming face to face with your cunt. His eyes are glued to the sight as he begins to pepper kisses and nips to your thighs, stubble scratching the sensitive skin there pleasantly. You buck your hips up impatiently. “Gonna make you cum all over daddy’s face.”
That was all the warning you got before Leon licked a broad stripe up your slit, slurping up all the slick he could find. Your back arched off the bed with a wail, arms thrashing and gripping the sheets below you. Leon devoured you like a man starved, licking and sucking everything he could reach, tongue dipping in your entrance to lap at it and thrust into it before coming back up to circle your clit. Your limbs feel like jelly as pleasure shoots through your veins, having never experienced being eaten out past two or three unenthusiastic licks. You don’t think you can take it.
“Leon—daddy—‘s too much,” you whine. Leon simply shakes his head in response, the action causing a whole new wave of pleasure to wash over you, before he slipped two fingers past your entrance. You couldn’t help but scream, hips lifting off the bed to grind against his face and hands burying in his messy hair. He groaned at the feeling, doubling his efforts with his tongue and curling his fingers inside of you just right.
Leon pulls you closer by your hips, encouraging you to grind harder against his face without risking pulling away to tell you to. You comply, chasing him with your hips until he just drops his tongue out of his mouth, letting you ride it however you need while his eyes roll back in his head. You notice his own hips rutting forward against the mattress, desperate for some relief. You throw your head against the pillow, the sight finally sending you over the edge. Your entire body explodes in white hot pleasure as you all but scream variations of his name cut off by every curse your hazy brain can think off, yanking at his hair unceremoniously hard. He moans against you, tongue and fingers working you through your orgasm and prolonging it as much as possible.
Suddenly, the overstimulation is just too much, bordering on pain. You push him away with a whine, and Leon comes back immediately for one more kiss before relenting and crawling up your body. You wrap your legs around his waist and bring a hand to his cheek, noting what a mess his chin and lips are, shiny with his saliva and your cum.
He leans forward, lips ghosting over yours and blown eyes scanning your flushed face. “Wanna taste? You are divine, baby, best pussy I’ve ever tasted. Couldn’t get enough.”
You mewl and surge forward, capturing his lips in a kiss that was nearly all tongue as you cleaned him up as much as you could, moaning at the taste of yourself. “Was so good, daddy, you made me feel so good. Want more,” you babble absently, hips thrusting up to meet his cock through his last layer of clothing.
With a chuckle, Leon leans back enough to rid himself of his boxers, cock bouncing up nearly to his stomach. He was so big, the biggest you had ever seen. Long and thick and weeping precum, it twitched up at your attention. “So big, Leon, don’t know if you’ll fit.”
Leon preens at your compliment. “It’ll fit, sweetheart, we’ll just have to take it nice and slow,” he reassures. Using one arm to lean over your form, he brings his other hand to his cock and gives it a couple slow strokes before swiping it through your folds. You shudder at the sensation, the warm head circling your clit with just the right amount of pressure.
You whine when he moves it away from your sensitive bundle of nerves, though it’s quickly replaced by a keen when he begins pushing into your walls. You can definitely feel a stretch, but it’s definitely more pleasurable than painful as Leon thrusts shallowly, going just a little deeper each time. He’s peppering kisses all over your face, murmuring sweet nothings about how you’re such a good girl and you’re doing so well taking him.
Before you know it, he’s bottomed out. “There you go, my sweet girl full of daddy’s big cock. I told you you could do it,” Leon coos in your ear as he begins a steady pace. Your legs wrap firmly around his waist, drawing him in tight and making him toss his head back and groan. His pelvis meets your clit on each thrust, providing some much needed friction but just not enough. You begin to undulate your hips against his in time with his thrusts, trying to get more friction.
“Please, need more daddy. Harder, faster, anything,” you beg.
Leon grins down at you before leaning back, grabbing your thighs and pushing them down against your chest. The new angle has him thrusting impossibly deep as he speeds up his pace, bullying your sweet spot over and over again with his cock. “That’s it, baby, this what you needed? Need daddy to fuck a baby into that tight little pussy?”
Of course not, you want to say, but his filthy words have you spasming around him. “Yes, please, need you to fill me up, fuck!”
Leon thrusts his cock in you harder and harder, and you can tell he’s getting almost as close as you. He’s intently watching the apex of your thighs, enraptured by the sight of him disappearing in you over and over again. His lips are parted and he is panting heavily, sheen of sweat shining on his chest and face flushed. His eyes rise to meet yours, the feral look in them making you clench around him.
“‘M getting close, baby, you feel so good around me. So wet and tight, you squeeze my cock just right, never had a better pussy,” he tells you. One hand drops from your thigh to your clit, rubbing quick circles on it and making you see stars. “Need you to cum for daddy, now.”
His words and fingers working your clit and cock dragging against your walls were too much, pleasure crested in your core and bloomed throughout your body as you came around Leon’s cock, milking him for all he was worth. The drag of it through your sensitive, spasming walls dragged out your orgasm for an impossibly long time before Leon had to stop and grip the base of his dick tightly.
“Fuck, baby, so sexy, almost made me blow my load. Where do you want it? Gotta tell me now baby, can’t hold it for much longer.”
Through your post-orgasm haze, you scramble up in front of him. “In my mouth,” you plead, still bitter about not getting to taste him earlier.
“Yes, perfect sweetheart,” Leon praises as he guides his tip to your mouth and releases the base. He watches you with wild eyes as you take as much of him into your mouth as you can, hand pumping what you can’t fit. His hand fists in your hair and pulls lightly, but he doesn’t try to push you forward. You watch him through your lashes as you bob your head back and forth, moaning at the taste of him and your cum mixed together.
That vibration was all it took for Leon to go tumbling off edge, groaning a “fuck fuck fuck yes baby” as he firmly held your head in place, pushing his hips forward to spurt rope after rope of cum down your throat. You greedily swallowed every drop, allowing him to thrust shallowly into your mouth to ride out his orgasm.
After several long moments, Leon pulled out of your mouth and collapsed onto the bed, pulling you into his chest. “You did so well, such a good girl for me.”
You nuzzled into his chest, warmth blooming in yours. You knew this just majorly complicated your job because it would be impossible for you to not have feelings for him after this. That would be a problem for future you, though. For now, you would enjoy the moment.
“Thank you, Leon. Made me feel so good, best I’ve ever had,” you replied, pressing a sweet kiss to his neck. He held you tighter and dropped a sweet kiss of his own to the top of your head, running soothing fingers up and down your arm.
“Get some rest, sweetheart, you deserve it.”
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The next morning, you and Leon woke up and showered in his en suite bathroom. The shower was ridiculously huge, and the two of you couldn’t keep your hands off each other long enough to avoid another round before actually cleaning up.
After exiting the shower, Leon leant you a pair of his boxers and an old t-shirt that was comically large on you. You tried to ignore the butterflies in your belly as he appraised you in it with a soft smile, letting you know how good you look in his clothes.
Finally, after the two of you looked presentable, you meandered down the hallway into the kitchen to get started on some pancakes and bacon and coffee. You would bump arms and hips and shoulders as you moved around each other to work, giggling and making a mess of batter.
The pitter patter of little feet startled you and you turned around to find a certain child staring at you with confused blue eyes, blond hair mussed from sleep.
“Why didn’t you guys tell me we were having a sleepover?!”