A Tease in His Favorite Shirt
# Stolen Shirt ## The Tease The evening sun bled through the blinds of their bedroom, striping the rumpled sheets in gold and shadow. Leo leaned against the doorframe, his massive frame filling the space. His dark eyes, usually alight with
Chapter 1
The evening sun bled through the blinds of their bedroom, striping the rumpled sheets in gold and shadow. Leo leaned against the doorframe, his massive frame filling the space. His dark eyes, usually alight with a playful spark, were now fixed with a simmering, predatory focus. He’d been looking for that shirt—his favorite, the worn-soft black one with the faded pink graphic across the chest.
And there she was.
Maya lay diagonally across their bed, propped up on her elbows. The only thing covering her lush, tall curves was the very shirt he’d been hunting for. It was stretched tantalizingly over the full swell of her breasts, the hem hitting just high enough on her thighs to promise everything and reveal nothing. The contrast of the dark fabric against her smooth, dark skin was a visual poem he’d read a thousand times, and it never failed to stir the heat low in his gut.
A slow, knowing smile spread across her full lips as she watched his reaction. She shifted, just a little, and the shirt rode higher.
“Looking for something, baby?” she asked, her voice a low, honeyed purr.
Leo pushed off the doorframe, the muscles in his tattooed arms flexing. He moved with a deliberate, silent grace that belied his size. “You know exactly what I’m lookin’ for,” he rumbled, his voice a deep vibration in the quiet room. “And you’re wearin’ it.”
He came to the edge of the bed, his gaze drinking her in. The playful glint returned, mixed with a dominant certainty. “Think that’s funny? Teasing me with my own clothes?”
“Maybe,” Maya breathed, her submissive nature making her drop her eyes for a moment before daring to look back up through her lashes. “Or maybe I just like how it smells like you.”
That did it. With a growl that was more affection than threat, Leo’s large hands found her ankles. His touch was firm, possessive, as he slowly drew her body down the bed toward him, the cotton of the shirt whispering against the sheets. He didn’t remove it. Not yet. Instead, he knelt on the floor beside the bed, his face level with her stomach. His bearded jaw brushed against the thin fabric.
“You want my smell, Baby?” he murmured, his breath hot through the material. “Let me give you somethin’ better.”
His hands slid up her calves, her thighs, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh, leaving a trail of delicious tension. He hooked his fingers under the hem of the shirt and, with aching slowness, began to draw it up. He revealed the dip of her navel, the gentle curve of her waist, the magnificent swell of her hips. When the fabric was pooled just below her breasts, he paused, his dark eyes locking onto hers.
“You are so damn beautiful,” he said, the words rough with genuine awe. Then he ducked his head, bypassing her breasts for the moment, and buried his face between her thighs.
Maya gasped, her back arching off the bed as his mouth found her. Leo didn’t just kiss her; he feasted. With a hungry, devoted rhythm, his tongue explored her, lapped at her, worshipped her. He loved this—the taste of her, the sounds she made, the way her fingers twisted in his locs, not to guide but to hold on. His broad shoulders held her legs apart, and he took his time, learning every shudder, every silent plea her body gave.
“Leo… please,” she finally begged, her voice shattered.
He lifted his head, his beard glistening. “Please what, Baby? You gotta use your words.”
“I need you,” she whispered. “Inside me. Now.”
A triumphant, playful smirk touched his lips. He stood, and the sound of his belt buckle clinking was loud in the room. He freed his dick—thick, heavy, and impressively hard. Maya’s eyes widened slightly, a familiar flash of awe and anticipation every time she saw it. It *was* the biggest she’d ever had, and the sheer sight of it never failed to make her core clench with a mix of desire and delicious intimidation.
Leo saw the look and his smirk softened. He loved that look. He loved that he was the one who got to fill her so completely. He crawled over her, caging her body with his muscular arms, his dark skin a beautiful contrast against hers. He nudged her legs wider with his knees.
“Look at me, Maya,” he commanded gently.
She did, her eyes deep and trusting. He positioned himself, the broad head of his dick pressing against her entrance. He didn’t push. He waited, letting the tension build, letting her feel the imminent, wonderful invasion. Then, with a controlled, relentless push, he began to sink into her.
A sharp, breathy moan escaped her lips. Her tight heat stretched to accommodate him, a slow, burning surrender. He watched her face, his own jaw tight with the effort of his restraint. “That’s it,” he coaxed, his voice a gritty whisper. “Take all of it for me, Baby. Take this big dick.”
He seated himself fully, hilting inside her with a deep groan. They were still for a moment, fused, breathing each other’s air. Then he began to move.
He started slow, long, deep strokes that made her see stars. The missionary position was his favorite for this—for the connection, for the way he could see every flicker of pleasure on her face. He braced himself on one elbow, and his other hand began to wander. He cupped her breast, his thumb rubbing over her nipple until it peaked tightly against his palm. Then his hand drifted down, over the trembling plane of her stomach, through the soft curls, to where their bodies joined.
“Right here,” he murmured, his fingers finding her clit as he continued to pump into her with that steady, devastating rhythm. “You feel that? You feel how deep I am in this sweet pussy?”
His dirty talk was filth and praise woven together, a soundtrack to their coupling. “You love this dick, don’t you? Love how it stretches you open just for me.”
“Yes, Leo… yes, I love it,” she chanted, her hips rising to meet his thrusts, her own pleasure coiling tight under the dual stimulation of his fingers and his length.
The pace began to quicken, his thrusts becoming more urgent. The headboard tapped a steady rhythm against the wall. Sweat gleamed on his dark skin, tracing the lines of his tattoos. He shifted his weight, pulling her legs up higher, changing the angle. He drove into her deeper, harder.
“You gonna come for me, Baby?” he grunted, his composure fraying. “Come on this dick. Let me feel you.”
The command, the overwhelming sensation, the look in his dominant, possessive eyes—it shattered her. Her climax ripped through her with a silent scream, her internal muscles fluttering and gripping him in rhythmic pulses. The sight of her coming undone beneath him pulled his own release from him. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his own groan muffled against her neck as he spilled into her.
He collapsed beside her, careful not to crush her, but immediately pulled her into his side. Their hearts hammered a frantic, slowing duet against each other’s skin. The stolen shirt was a wrinkled heap on the floor.
After a few minutes of breathless quiet, Leo turned his head, nuzzling into her hair. “So,” he said, his voice back to its playful rumble. “You wanna explain why you were in my shirt?”
Maya traced a design on his chest, a soft, satisfied smile on her lips. “I told you,” she murmured. “I like your smell.”
He chuckled, the sound vibrating through her. “Next time, Baby,” he said, pressing a kiss to her temple, his tone leaving no room for argument, “you won’t be wearing it for long.”
Chapter 2
His large hand slid from her hip, reaching past her head to the small drawer in the bedside table. The tender, post-coital haze was still thick in the air, their skin cooling where they touched. Maya felt him fumble for a moment before his fingers closed around something.
“Almost forgot,” Leo murmured, his voice a sleepy rumble against her temple. “I brought you a surprise.”
She tilted her head back to look at him, curiosity warming her dark eyes. “A surprise?”
“Mmmhmm.” He pulled his arm back, holding a sleek, dark blue silicone toy between them. It was a dual-ended wand, one end significantly thicker than the other, with subtle ridges along its length. “Saw this and immediately thought of stretching that tight pussy even more, Baby,” he said, a dominant, playful gleam returning to his gaze. “Been thinking about it all day. Watching you come on my dick is my favorite thing… thought we could make it even better.”
Maya’s breath hitched. The sight of the toy, presented by his tattooed hand against the backdrop of his chest, sent a fresh pulse of heat straight to her core, which still throbbed softly from his recent possession. “Leo…”
“You trust me?” he asked, his tone leaving no doubt about the correct answer.
“Always,” she whispered.
“Good girl.” He shifted, moving down her body with that deliberate grace. “Gonna taste you again first. Get you nice and slick for it.” He didn’t ask; he simply parted her thighs with his shoulders and put his mouth on her.
Maya cried out, her back arching. His tongue was relentless, licking and sucking her sensitive flesh, coaxing her back to a fever pitch with shocking speed. The obscene, wet sounds filled the room, mixing with her ragged moans. “Oh god… right there, please…”
He lifted his head, his beard glistening. “You ready for this?” He held up the thicker end of the toy, pressing the cool, smooth tip against her entrance, already swollen and wet from his mouth.
“Yes,” she gasped. “Please, yes.”
He pushed it in slowly, the silicone stretching her in a thrilling, foreign way. It was a relentless, full pressure next to his fingers, which worked her clit in tight circles. “Look at that,” he growled, his own dick hardening again against her leg as he watched her take it. “Taking that so good. My greedy girl.”
“It’s so… full,” she panted, the sensation overwhelming. “Leo, I need you… need your dick, too.”
“My thoughts exactly.” He withdrew the toy with a slick pop and positioned himself over her. He guided himself into her, his thick head pressing in alongside the incredible stretch still echoing inside her. The fit was exquisitely, almost impossibly tight. A guttural groan tore from his throat as he sank home. “Fuck, Maya… you feel that? So goddamn tight around me.”
He began to move, his thrusts deep and measured, each one amplified by the recent stretching. The combined sensations coiled a tension in her belly so intense it was almost painful. He fucked her with a focused intensity, his eyes locked on hers. “You gonna come for me again? Gonna come all over this dick I stretched you for?”
“Yes! Leo, I’m gonna… I’m gonna come!” she screamed, the plea torn from her.
“Then come, Baby. Now.”
The command shattered her. Her climax erupted, a violent, pulsing wave that clenched around his driving length. Seeing her fall apart, feeling her convulse around him, broke his control. With a final, deep thrust, he buried himself and let go, his own release hot and pulsing inside her as he groaned her name into the sweat-damp skin of her neck.
They collapsed together, a tangled, breathless heap. After a long moment, his hand came up to gently brush the hair from her forehead. “Told you,” he breathed, pressing a kiss to her lips. “You won’t be wearing that shirt for long.”
Chapter 3
Their breathing slowly synced, a warm, wet peace settling between them. Leo’s large hand stroked lazy circles on Maya’s back, his touch speaking of profound ownership and affection.
“You know,” he began, his voice a contented rumble beneath her ear, “I cancelled everything. Told the guys I’m off-grid. We’ve got the whole house, the whole weekend. Just you and me.”
Maya lifted her head, her dark eyes wide with happy surprise. “The whole weekend? Really?”
“Really.” A playful, dominant smirk touched his lips. “And that little wand was just the opener, Baby. I brought a whole bag of new toys home. Thought we could start slow tonight… with a proper massage. My hands all over you, some oil, just taking my time. What do you think?”
A shiver of pure anticipation ran through her. “I think that sounds perfect.”
“Good.” He shifted, rising from the bed with a fluid strength that still made her heart skip. He returned a moment later with a small, stylish black bag, placing it on the nightstand. From it, he produced a bottle of warmed massage oil, its scent of sandalwood and vanilla subtly filling the air. “On your stomach, Baby. Let me take care of you.”
Maya obeyed, stretching out on the sheets. Leo knelt beside her, pouring a generous pool of oil into his palms. He started at her shoulders, his big, skilled hands kneading the tension from her muscles with a firm, knowing pressure. He worked down her spine, each stroke slow and deliberate, worshiping the curve of her back, the swell of her hips.
“Your skin is so soft,” he murmured, his voice thick. “So damn beautiful.” His hands slid lower, over the full curves of her ass, squeezing and spreading her cheeks with a possessive familiarity that made her moan into the pillow.
“Turn over for me,” he commanded gently.
She did, her body pliant under his guidance. His oil-slick hands began anew on her front, gliding over her collarbone, cupping the heavy weight of her breasts. His thumbs circled her nipples until they were tight, aching peaks. He leaned down, his beard brushing her skin, and took one into his hot mouth, sucking deeply before trailing kisses down her trembling stomach.
“Leo…” she breathed.
“Just relax, Baby. This is all for you.” His hands continued their journey, oil making her skin gleam in the low light. He parted her thighs, his touch becoming more intimate, a slow, slick slide over her folds with the heel of his hand. He pressed a thick finger inside her, then another, stretching her slowly, his eyes locked on her face. “You’re so wet already. Just from my hands on you.”
“It’s you,” she gasped. “It’s always you.”
He added a third finger, the exquisite stretch making her arch off the bed. “Gotta get you ready,” he growled, his own need evident in the tight set of his jaw. “Ready for what’s next.” He reached for the bag, pulling out a sleek, purple silicone toy, a thick, realistic dildo. He coated it generously with oil, the sheen catching the light. “Gonna fill you up with this while I taste you. Get you used to the stretch before I give you my dick.”
The visual alone pushed her closer to the edge. He positioned the cool tip at her entrance. “Look at me, Maya.”
She did, her gaze hazy with desire.
“You take this for me, and then you come on my face. You understand?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
He pushed the toy into her, a steady, unforgiving invasion that stole her breath. The fullness was immense, overwhelming. As he seated it fully, he didn’t wait. He buried his face between her legs, his tongue lashing her clit with fierce, devoted strokes.
The dual sensation was too much. The deep stretch inside, the ruthless pleasure on her most sensitive point—it coiled the tension in her belly to a breaking point. “Leo! I’m gonna… I’m gonna come!”
He growled against her, the vibration tipping her over. Her climax detonated, a raw, pulsing wave that clenched around the silicone inside her. She cried out, her body shaking uncontrollably as he drank her in, lapping at her until the last shudder passed.
Only then did he pull the toy free. In one smooth, powerful motion, he was over her, his thick, heavy dick pressing against her well-stretched, dripping entrance. “My turn,” he grunted, and he plunged into her in one deep, claiming stroke.
He set a brutal, perfect pace, each thrust punctuated by a slap of skin. “This is my pussy,” he growled, his hand finding her clit again, rubbing hard. “You come again, Baby. Come on this dick. Now.”
The command, the overwhelming fullness, the look in his eyes—it pulled a second, shattering orgasm from her almost instantly. She screamed his name as she convulsed around him, the intense, fluttering grip milking his own release from him. With a final, deep drive, he hilited himself, a hot, pulsing rush filling her as he groaned her name into the crook of her neck.
He collapsed beside her, pulling her tightly into his side. They lay spent, slick, and utterly connected. After a few moments, he pressed a tender kiss to her forehead. “Happy beginning to our weekend, Baby,” he whispered, his voice full of satisfied promise.
Chapter 4
The bedside lamp cast a warm, intimate glow over their tangled bodies. Leo’s hand traced idle patterns on Maya’s bare stomach, his mind buzzing with a specific, thrilling idea from his bag of toys. He turned his head, his beard brushing her temple.
“Baby,” he began, his voice a low rumble in the quiet room. “I’ve been thinking. I got that butt plug in my bag. The small, smooth one. I know you’ve never had anything… back there.”
Maya stilled, her breath catching. She turned to look at him, her dark eyes searching his.
Leo cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking her skin. “It’s just a thought. We don’t have to. But I’d love to try it on you. Just to see how it feels for you while I’m in your pussy. Stretch you in a whole new way.”
Her gaze held his for a long moment, and he saw the flicker of nervous curiosity. To his surprise, a slow, sly smile touched her lips. “Okay,” she whispered.
His heart kicked against his ribs. “Yeah?”
“Yes. But,” she said, her voice gaining a playful, submissive strength as she laid down her terms. “You have to get me there first. Extremely wet and horny. So wet I’m begging for it. That’s the condition.”
A dominant, wicked grin spread across Leo’s face. “That’s my favorite condition, Baby.” He rolled over her, caging her beneath him. “You think I can’t get you there? I’m gonna have you so fucking desperate, you’ll be guiding my hand to that plug yourself.”
He sealed his promise with a deep, consuming kiss, his tongue claiming her mouth. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark with intent. “On your knees. Now. Face the headboard.”
A shiver of anticipation ran through her as she obeyed, getting onto her hands and knees. Leo positioned himself behind her, his large hands gripping her hips. He leaned forward, his lips brushing the shell of her ear. “First, I’m gonna eat this sweet pussy from the back. Get you dripping.”
He didn’t wait for a reply. He spread her cheeks and buried his face between her legs from behind. The angle was deeper, more intense. His tongue speared into her pussy, fucking her with it, before laving broad, wet stripes over her clit.
“Oh god, Leo!” Maya cried out, her arms buckling so her chest was against the mattress, her ass held high for him.
“Taste so good, Baby,” he growled against her, his beard scraping her sensitive skin. He feasted on her, his tongue and lips working her into a writhing, moaning mess. One of his slick fingers pressed against her tight back hole, just a gentle, circling pressure. “You getting wet for me? Getting nice and loose?”
“Yes! Please, don’t stop!” she begged, pushing her hips back against his mouth.
He added a second finger to her pussy, curling them inside her, stretching her open as his mouth continued its ruthless assault on her clit. The dual sensations were overwhelming. She could feel her own wetness coating his chin, hear the obscene, slick sounds of his worship.
“I need you,” she sobbed, her body trembling on the edge. “I need your dick, please, Leo!”
He pulled away, breathing heavily. “You ready for that plug? You wet enough and horny enough for me to try?”
“Yes! Please, just fuck me and put it in, I need it!”
With a grunt of satisfaction, Leo reached for the nightstand. He slicked the small, tapered silicone plug with oil. He pressed the cool tip against her tightest opening, his other hand guiding his thick, heavy dick to her dripping pussy. “Take them both for me, Baby. Take this dick and this plug.”
He pushed forward, sinking his dick into her wet heat in one smooth, deep thrust at the same moment he pressed the plug into her ass. The double penetration was immense, a full, stretching pressure that made her scream. The plug was small, but the unfamiliar sensation of being filled in both holes was utterly consuming.
“Fuck, Maya… look at you,” he groaned, beginning to move. Each thrust drove his dick deeper and nudged the plug, creating a ripple of intense, forbidden pleasure. “You feel that? You’re so fucking full. All for me.”
He fucked her with hard, driving strokes, his hand reaching around to rub her clit in frantic circles. “Come on this dick, Baby. Come with my plug in your ass. Let go for me.”
The command, the overwhelming fullness, the relentless stimulation—it shattered her completely. Her climax exploded, a violent, pulsing wave that clenched around his dick and the plug simultaneously. Her choked scream was muffled by the sheets.
Feeling her convulse around him, milking his dick while her ass fluttered against the silicone, was too much. With three final, deep pumps, Leo buried himself and roared his release, his hot cum flooding her pussy as his own body shuddered with the force of his orgasm.
He collapsed over her, carefully supporting his weight, both of them panting and spent. After a moment, he gently withdrew and pulled the plug free, placing a tender kiss at the base of her spine. He gathered her into his arms, turning her to face him.
“My brave, perfect girl,” he murmured, kissing her forehead, her cheeks, her lips. “You took that so good for me.”
Maya nuzzled into his chest, boneless and sated. “You kept your promise,” she whispered, a smile in her voice.
“Always,” he vowed, holding her close as their hearts slowed together in the warm, quiet dark.
Chapter 5
His hands, slick with oil, gripped her hips firmly. “On your hands and knees, Baby,” Leo commanded, his voice thick with intent. “I want to watch that tight pussy stretch around my fat dick.”
Maya obeyed, presenting herself to him, the small plug still nestled securely within her. The air felt cool on her wet skin. Leo positioned himself behind her, one hand guiding his thick, heavy length to her entrance. He watched, mesmerized, as the broad head pressed against her slick folds and began to disappear inside.
“Look at that,” he growled, pushing in with a slow, relentless thrust. “Taking me so deep. Stretching open just for me.”
Maya cried out as he filled her completely, the plug creating an unbelievable, full pressure that made every inch of his penetration more intense. He set a punishing pace immediately, each deep drive making her body jolt forward. The lewd, wet sound of their joining filled the room.
“Oh god, Leo!” she sobbed, her arms trembling.
“That’s it, Baby. Sing for me.” His hand snaked around her hip, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing in frantic, perfect circles. The dual assault was overwhelming. “You feel how full you are? My dick in this sweet pussy, my plug in that tight ass… all mine.”
He fucked her harder, his thrusts becoming erratic with his own rising need. “I’m gonna pull out,” he grunted. “Wanna see your face when you come.”
In one fluid motion, he withdrew and flipped her onto her back. He was between her legs in an instant, driving back into her weeping heat. The change to missionary was profound—deep, intimate, connecting. He braced himself on his elbows, his face inches from hers.
“Look at me,” he demanded, slowing to a deep, grinding roll of his hips. “I wanna watch you fall apart.”
His hand went back to her clit, and the eye contact was too much. The coil in her belly snapped.
“Leo, I’m coming!” she screamed, her eyes squeezing shut.
“Open your eyes! Look at me!” he roared.
She did. As her orgasm ripped through her, he felt it—a hot, gushing rush of her release coating his dick, more intense than ever before. The sight of her creamy release, combined with the incredible new tightness as she clenched around him, shattered his control.
“Fuck! Maya!” His own climax tore from him, a hot, pulsing flood deep inside her as he drove home one last time, his body shuddering against hers.
He collapsed, breathing ragged, but quickly gathered her into his arms. He held her close, both of them slick and spent.
“Did you see that?” he murmured into her hair, his voice awed. “You creamed all over my dick, Baby. Never felt anything like that.”
She nuzzled into his chest, a soft, sated smile on her lips. “You made me.”
“Yeah,” he said, kissing her forehead with a possessiveness that promised forever. “I did.”
Chapter 6
The afterglow was a warm, heavy blanket, but the fire between them had only banked, not died. Leo’s large hand smoothed over Maya’s hip, his fingers tracing the curve he loved so much.
“Turn over for me, Baby,” he murmured, his voice already thick with renewed intent.
Without a word, Maya shifted, the sheets whispering as she moved onto her stomach. Leo knelt behind her, his hands settling on the lush swell of her ass. He leaned down, his beard scraping a hot, wet trail up her spine before he gripped her cheeks and spread them wide, exposing her completely.
“Look at you,” he growled, the possessive rumble vibrating through her. He positioned himself, the thick head of his dick nudging insistently against her soaked entrance. “This tight pussy is mine, Baby.”
He drove into her in one deep, claiming stroke, burying himself to the hilt. Maya cried out, her fingers clutching the sheets as he filled her, the stretch exquisite and overwhelming. He didn’t wait, setting a brutal, pounding pace that rocked her whole body forward with each thrust.
“Tell me whose it is!” he demanded, his hand snaking around her hip, his fingers finding her swollen clit.
“Yours! Leo, it’s yours!” she screamed, the dual sensation of his relentless pounding and his skilled fingers pushing her to the edge instantly.
“Damn right,” he grunted, fucking her harder. “Cream for me. Let me feel it.”
He felt it the moment it happened—a sudden, hot gush of her release, slick and abundant, coating his dick as she clenched around him in a violent climax. The sensation, that new level of her surrender, was his undoing.
“Fuck! Maya!” he roared, his own control obliterated. He plunged deep and stilled, his body seizing as the biggest, hottest load he’d ever released pumped into her in pulsing waves. He shuddered, collapsing over her back, breathing ragged.
But he was still hard, mesmerized by the way her ass still quivered beneath him. With a hungry growl, he pulled out and flipped her onto her back. He was between her legs again before she could catch her breath, driving back into her wet, welcoming heat.
“Need to see you,” he panted, linking his fingers with hers and pinning her hands by her head. He fucked her with deep, purposeful strokes, his eyes locked on hers. “Come again for me, Baby. Do it.”
The intensity in his gaze, the overwhelming fullness, the coiling pressure he was stoking with his hips—it crested without warning.
“Leo, I’m—!” Her warning became a broken cry as a torrent of release, a true squirt, erupted from her, soaking his abdomen and the sheets beneath them.
The sight and feel of her coming apart so completely unleashed his second climax. He thrust home, groaning her name as he emptied himself into her again, their shared shudders a perfect, exhausted harmony. He slumped onto her, burying his face in her neck.
“What did you do to me?” he whispered, awestruck, his body still joined with hers.
She could only hold him, her whispered reply a promise against his skin. “Everything.”
Chapter 7
Breath still ragged, Leo didn’t let her float back down. He kept her anchored in the high-tide rush of their bodies. With a low rumble of pure possession, he rolled them until he was sitting up against the headboard, Maya sprawled bonelessly across his lap. His hardness, still potent against her thigh, was a promise.
His large hands smoothed up her back, his voice a gravelly tease in her ear. “You think we’re done, Baby?”
Before she could answer, he shifted, his strength effortless. In one fluid motion, he stood from the bed, cradling her against his chest, and carried her the few steps to the nearest wall. He pressed her back against the cool drywall, the heat of his front sealing her in.
“Arms up,” he commanded, his tone leaving no room for hesitation.
Maya obeyed, raising her hands above her head. He pinned her wrists there with one of his own, his other hand gripping her hip. The dominance of the act, the sheer physical control, sent a fresh thrill through her core.
“Leo…” she breathed, her voice trembling.
“Shhh,” he murmured, nudging her legs apart with his knee. “Just feel.”
He positioned himself, the thick, blunt head of his dick pressing against her soaked entrance from behind. With no ceremony, he pushed forward, sheathing himself inside her in one deep, claiming stroke. Maya cried out, her head falling back against his shoulder as he filled her completely.
“God, you’re tight,” he growled, his lips against her neck. He began to move, a slow, deliberate rhythm that rubbed every perfect, deep spot. His free hand left her hip, sliding around her thigh, then up, his fingers seeking and finding her other entrance.
“This, too,” he stated, his voice thick with intent. He pressed a slick finger against the tight ring of muscle, applying steady pressure until it yielded, sliding slowly inside her alongside his thrusting dick.
The dual invasion was overwhelming, a fullness that bordered on delirium. Her moan was a broken, continuous sound.
“Tell me,” he demanded, his pace quickening, his finger working in time with his hips. “Tell me who this pussy belongs to, Baby.” His thrusts became harder, deeper, pounding her against the wall.
“You! It’s yours, Leo!” she sobbed, the coil inside her pulled taut to snapping.
“Louder.”
“IT’S YOURS!” she screamed, the words torn from her as the climax detonated. It wracked her body, a violent, shuddering release that milked his dick and clenched around his finger.
The intense squeeze was his final trigger. With a guttural roar, he buried himself to the hilt and held there, his own release pumping into her in hot, pulsing waves. He slumped against her, their sweat-slicked skin sticking together, both of them trembling.
After a long moment, he carefully withdrew, turning her gently in his arms to cradle her against his chest. He leaned back against the wall, supporting them both.
“Mine,” he whispered into her hair, the word now a tender vow. “Always.”
She nodded against him, spent and utterly claimed, knowing it was the only truth she’d ever need.
Chapter 8
The afternoon light was lazy, but the energy in the room was anything but. Leo walked through the front door, shrugging off his jacket. He’d been thinking about that missing shirt all day.
“Baby? You home?”
“In the bedroom,” Maya’s voice floated out, smooth as silk.
He found her standing by the window, backlit by the sun. She was dressed in jeans and a simple top. He pulled her into a hug, nuzzling her neck. “Mmm. Missed you.”
“Missed you too,” she murmured, a secret smile playing on her lips. She took a step back, her fingers going to the hem of her top. “I have a confession.”
“Oh yeah?” he asked, his dark eyes intrigued.
In one fluid motion, she pulled the top over her head. Underneath, worn soft and stretching perfectly over her full breasts, was his black shirt with the faded pink graphic.
A low, appreciative groan rumbled from his chest. “You little thief. You been in that all day?”
“All. Day.” She emphasized each word, her hands sliding down her own curves, framing the stolen fabric. “Thinking about you. Thinking about how bad you want it back.”
The tease was a live wire. He reached for her, but she was quicker. Her hands planted firmly on his chest, and she pushed. He let himself fall back onto the mattress with a surprised chuckle, his large frame sinking into the comforter.
“My turn,” she breathed, climbing over him. She settled her weight on his thighs, her fingers making quick work of his belt and jeans. She freed his dick, already thick and heavy with anticipation. “You just lay back.”
She didn’t go straight for it. She leaned down, her lips tracing the line of his jaw, his neck, the planes of his chest. Her mouth was everywhere, a slow, torturous exploration. When she finally took him into her mouth, it was with a deep, humming sigh of pleasure. She worked him with a devoted, slick rhythm, her hand stroking what her mouth couldn’t take.
“Fuck, Baby… your mouth feels so good,” he gritted out, his hands fisting in the sheets.
After an eternity of exquisite torment, she rose up, her eyes blazing with a new fire. She positioned herself over him, guiding him to her entrance. “You want your shirt back?” she whispered, hovering just above him. “Come and take it.”
She sank down, taking every thick inch in one slow, breathtaking slide. A shared gasp filled the air. Then she began to move, rolling her hips in a deep, grinding circle that made his eyes roll back.
“Ride this dick, Maya. Just like that,” he urged, his hands gripping her hips.
“You like that?” she panted, rising and falling with increasing force. “You like watching me take all of it?”
“I love it. I love this fucking pussy,” he groaned, his composure fraying. The sight of her, his shirt riding up, her body mastering his, was too much. “I’m gonna… Maya, I’m gonna cum…”
“Do it,” she commanded, slamming down onto him. “Cum in this pussy. Give it to me.”
With a shattered shout, he obeyed. His release pulsed into her, hot and endless, his body arching off the bed. She milked him through it, shuddering with her own peak.
Before the last tremor faded, he moved. In a blur of muscle, he flipped her onto her hands and knees, pulling out only to plunge back into her from behind. The new angle was deeper, animalistic.
“You thought you were in charge?” he growled, driving into her with hard, punishing strokes. “This pussy is still mine. Tell me.”
“It’s yours! It’s always yours, Leo!” she cried, pushing back against him.
“Damn right. And this dick owns it.” He slapped her ass, the sound sharp in the room. “You’re my good girl, taking this dick so deep in your slutty little pussy.”
The filthy talk pushed them both to the edge again. Their climax was a simultaneous explosion, a raw, shouting release that left them collapsed together, breathless and spent. He held her close, his lips against her sweaty temple.
“Still my shirt,” he mumbled, a tired, triumphant smile in his voice.
She laughed, weak and happy. “You earned it back.”
Chapter 9
“You earned it back,” she whispered, nuzzling into the hollow of his throat.
A low, possessive chuckle rumbled through him. His hands, which had been gently stroking her back, stilled. The air shifted, thickening with a renewed, predatory charge.
“Yeah, I did,” he murmured, his voice dropping to that gritty, dominant register that made her shiver. “But I’m not done collecting.”
Before she could process his words, his powerful arms moved. In one swift, effortless motion, he rolled her onto her stomach. The sheets were cool against her heated skin. His large hands gripped her hips, lifting them high, arching her back until she was presented perfectly for him.
“Leo,” she gasped, the submission in her voice a heady thrill for them both.
“Shhh, Baby. Just take it.” He positioned himself behind her, the thick, blunt head of his dick nudging at her soaked entrance. He was still slick from their first round, and she was stretched and sensitive. “This pussy’s still mine, ain’t it? Still stretched wide open for me?”
“Yes,” she breathed, pushing her hips back in a silent plea.
He answered with a single, devastating slam, burying himself to the hilt in one deep, claiming stroke. Maya cried out, her fingers clutching the sheets as he filled her completely, the angle impossibly deep.
“Fuck, yes,” he growled, setting a relentless, pounding rhythm. Each drive of his hips pushed a choked moan from her lungs. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, a raw, carnal music.
One of his hands remained anchored on her hip, holding her in place. The other snaked around her trembling body, his fingers finding her swollen clit with unerring accuracy. He rubbed tight, frantic circles against the sensitive bud, perfectly in time with his deep thrusts.
The dual assault was overwhelming. Pleasure coiled, white-hot and urgent, deep in her core. “Leo… I can’t… I’m gonna…”
“Tell me,” he commanded, his voice a harsh growl against her ear as he pistoned into her. “Tell me whose tight little pussy this is, Baby. Say it.”
“It’s yours!” she screamed, the words tearing from her as the coil snapped. “It’s yours, Leo! Only yours!”
Her climax detonated, a seismic wave of sensation that clenched around his dick in rhythmic, milking pulses. It was different, deeper, a creamy flood of release she’d never experienced before that seemed to go on and on.
The feel of her coming apart around him, so wet and claiming, shattered his control. With a final, deep roar, he slammed home and held, his own release pumping into her in hot, endless spurts, joining the slick heat of hers.
He collapsed over her, his weight a comforting anchor as they both shuddered through the aftershocks. His lips found her shoulder, placing a soft, reverent kiss on her damp skin.
“Mine,” he whispered, the possessiveness now laced with awe. “Always. That was… fuck, Baby. You feel that?”
“I felt everything,” she murmured, utterly spent and utterly claimed. He slowly pulled out and gathered her into his arms, turning her to face him. He held her close, their hearts still hammering a frantic, slowing rhythm against each other’s chests.
Chapter 10
Maya drifted to consciousness on a tide of pleasure. The first thing she registered was a deep, stretching fullness, a slow and steady rhythm rocking her from behind. A sleepy moan escaped her lips before her mind could catch up.
“There she is,” a husky voice murmured close to her ear. Leo’s breath was hot on her neck.
Her eyes flew open. She was on her stomach, one arm tucked under the pillow, the other flung out. The sheets were pooled at her waist. She had fallen asleep naked after their last round, and now, in the deep quiet of the night, she was exposed. Her legs were splayed open, her body utterly surrendered in sleep.
And Leo was buried inside her.
“You were moaning in your sleep, Baby,” he said, his voice thick with desire. He gave a slow, deliberate roll of his hips, pressing deeper into her slick heat. “Layin’ here like a feast, all spread out for me. Soaked this sheet. Couldn’t help myself.”
The realization washed over her, sending a fresh rush of wetness around his invading dick. She had been sleeping, vulnerable and wanting, and he had simply taken what was his. The possessiveness of the act made her clench around him involuntarily.
“Leo,” she breathed, pushing her hips back to meet his next lazy thrust.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his large hands smoothing over the curve of her ass, gripping her firmly. “You wake up already fucked. You wake up *owned*.”
He began to move in earnest, each stroke a deep, claiming possession. The angle was devastating, hitting a place inside her that made her toes curl. Her earlier sensitivity was gone, replaced by a raw, open need.
“Feel how wet you are for me?” he grunted, the pace quickening. The room filled with the sound of their joining, skin slapping against skin, his low groans mixing with her high, breathy cries. “This pussy’s always ready. Even in your sleep, it knows this dick.”
“It does,” she gasped, turning her head to the side, her cheek pressed into the pillow. “It knows… it’s yours.”
“Say it again.”
“It’s yours, Leo! Only yours!” she cried out as he drove into her with a force that shook the bed.
His rhythm became frantic, a powerful piston driving her toward the edge. One of his hands slid around her hip, his fingers finding her swollen clit. The dual sensation—the deep, brutal penetration and the frantic circles on her most sensitive nerve—was too much.
“I’m gonna come,” she sobbed, her body tightening like a coiled spring.
“Come on it, Baby,” he commanded, his own control fraying. “Soak this dick. Let me feel you.”
Her climax erupted, a violent, convulsing wave that ripped through her core, milking his dick with pulsating intensity. The force of her release triggered his. With a final, deep roar, he slammed into her and held, his hips jerking as he poured himself into her, his hot release joining the flood of hers.
He collapsed over her, his weight a comforting anchor as they both trembled through the aftershocks. After a moment, he softened and slipped out, then gently rolled her onto her side, pulling her back against his chest.
His lips found her shoulder. “Mine,” he whispered into her skin, the word a solemn vow in the dark. “Every part of you. Even your dreams.”
Chapter 11
The next evening, the atmosphere in the bedroom was thick with intention. Leo was lying on his back in the center of the bed, propped against the pillows, his dark, muscular frame relaxed but expectant. He watched Maya move around the room, lighting a few candles, her tall, curvy silhouette a mesmerizing dance in the low light. He assumed this was a prelude to his worship of her.
“Come here, Baby,” he rumbled, patting the space beside him.
“In a minute,” she said, her voice smooth as velvet. She approached the bed, but instead of joining him, she held up a long, soft strip of black silk. His brow furrowed in playful confusion.
“What’s that for?”
“For you,” she said, a slow, powerful smile spreading across her lips. Before he could react, she leaned over him, her breasts brushing his chest, and gently tied the blindfold over his eyes. The world went dark.
“Maya…” he started, a note of surprise and intrigue in his voice.
“Shhh,” she whispered, her lips grazing his ear. Her hands, sure and steady, guided his large, calloused palms to her waist. She pressed them against the soft cotton of her dress, then slid them upwards, under the fabric, until his warm hands were splayed over the bare skin of her ribcage. He inhaled sharply at the contact. “Tonight,” she breathed, the words a hot promise against his cheek, “I’m going to show you how much I own you too.”
A low groan vibrated in his chest. The reversal was instant and electric. His dominant posture melted into eager submission, his hands flexing against her skin, waiting for her command.
She began with his hands, guiding them over her body in a slow, instructional dance. “Feel this,” she murmured, moving his fingers up to cup the heavy weight of her breasts. His thumbs found her nipples, already hardened into tight peaks. He kneaded gently, as she’d taught him by example over countless nights. “Good,” she praised, and the word sent a thrill through him.
She guided his hands down her stomach, over the curve of her hips, and finally between her thighs, over the lace of her panties. They were already damp. “Feel what you do to me,” she said, pressing his fingers firmly against her heat. “Even when I’m in charge, I’m still wet for you. Only for you.”
She then pushed him back gently until he was flat on the bed. He heard the soft rustle of fabric as her dress fell to the floor. The scent of her, of coconut oil and her own sweet arousal, filled his senses. Then her hands were on him, warm and slick with oil, starting at his broad shoulders.
Her massage was a study in deliberate, torturous sensuality. She worked the powerful muscles of his chest, her thumbs circling his nipples until they tightened. She worshiped the lines of his tattoos with her fingertips, traced the ridges of his abdomen. Every stroke was a claim. He was panting by the time her hands slid lower, her fingers wrapping around his dick, which was achingly hard and pulsing against his stomach.
“This is mine,” she stated, her voice leaving no room for argument as she pumped him slowly, her thumb swiping over the slick head. “All of this… is mine.”
“Yes,” he gasped, his head thrashing against the pillow. “Yours, Baby. All yours.”
“I want to hear you,” she said, her tone shifting, becoming commanding. She straddled his hips, her heat hovering just above his. He felt her hand guiding him, the blunt head of his dick pressing against her soaked entrance. “I want to hear you scream my name.”
With a slow, devastating roll of her hips, she sank down onto him, taking every thick, hard inch until he was buried to the hilt inside her. A ragged, broken shout tore from his throat. “Maya!”
She began to move, setting a fierce, riding rhythm that stole the air from his lungs. Her hands braced on his chest, her nails digging in slightly as she rose and fell, her tight, wet pussy milking his dick with every descent. The blindfold made the sensations overwhelming—the sound of their skin slapping together, her breathy moans, the incredible clench of her around him.
“Who do you belong to?” she demanded, her pace unrelenting.
“You!” he cried out, his hands gripping her thighs. “Fuck… Maya!”
“Say it again!”
“Maya!” he screamed, her name a wild, desperate prayer as his control shattered. The sensation of her on top, taking her pleasure from him, claiming him so completely, was too much. With a final, guttural roar, he erupted, his hips bucking off the bed as he came deeper inside her than he ever had before, a hot, pulsing flood that filled her as she rode him through his climax, her own cries joining his in the dark.
Spent, she collapsed forward onto his chest, both of them slick with sweat and trembling. After a moment, she reached up and untied the blindfold. He blinked up at her, his dark eyes wide with awe and satiation.
She smiled, tracing his beard. “Mine,” she whispered.
He pulled her down for a deep, possessive kiss. “Yours,” he agreed against her lips, the word a surrender and a promise all at once.
Chapter 12
The first thing Leo felt was a soft, wet heat enveloping him. The thick, morning hardness of his dick was cradled completely in the slick, velvet embrace of Maya’s mouth. A ragged groan tore from his sleep-roughened throat before his eyes even fluttered open. Dawn light filtered through the blinds, painting her dark, curvy form hunched over him between his legs.
He could only watch, pulse hammering, as she took him deep, her lips a perfect seal around his shaft, her head bobbing with a lazy, devastating rhythm. Her dark eyes looked up at him, glinting with pure mischief and power. When she finally released him with a soft *pop*, he was already panting.
“Good morning, Baby,” she purred, her voice low and thick with sleep and intent.
“Fuck, Maya…” he managed, his hands instinctively moving to tangle in her hair.
She caught his wrists, gently pinning them to the mattress beside his hips. “Uh-uh,” she chided, a slow smile spreading across her lips. “My turn.”
Leaning forward, she brushed her lips against his ear, her breath a hot promise. “My turn to claim you.”
She kissed a blazing trail down his neck, over his tattooed chest, pausing to swirl her tongue around a nipple until he shuddered. She owned every inch of his attention, her touch a command. When she settled between his legs again, it wasn’t to take him in her mouth, but to guide his hands.
“Touch me,” she whispered, placing his large palms on her bare thighs. She was gloriously naked. “Just like I like it. Slow. Make me feel it.”
His dominant nature humbled itself, becoming an eager servant to her desire. He let her guide his hands up her smooth skin, over the swell of her hips, until his thumbs brushed the outer curls between her legs. She was already soaked.
“Right there,” she sighed, arching into his touch as he began to circle her clit with a gentle, worshipful pressure. “Yes, Leo… just like that.”
He watched her face, utterly captivated, as her pleasure built under his ministrations. He added a finger, sliding it easily into her wet heat, curling it just the way she loved. Her breath hitched.
“You feel how ready I am for you?” she moaned, her own hands coming up to cup her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers. “All this… it’s for you. But you don’t get it yet.”
She leaned down, capturing his mouth in a searing kiss, letting him taste himself on her lips. “I want more,” she demanded against his mouth. “I want your mouth on me. Now.”
With a growl of pure need, he flipped their positions in one smooth motion, his submissive eagerness transforming into focused intensity. He buried his face between her thighs with a hungry cry, his tongue lapping at her core with a desperate, devoted rhythm. He feasted on her, drinking in her taste, his beard scraping deliciously against her sensitive skin as her moans filled the room.
“That’s it,” she chanted, her fingers gripping his locs. “Right there, Baby! Don’t stop!”
He didn’t. He worked her with his tongue and lips until her thighs trembled around his head and her back bowed off the bed. Her climax ripped through her with a sharp, beautiful cry, her body pulsing against his mouth.
As she came down, gasping, he crawled up her body, his dick, thick and impossibly hard, pressing against her stomach. Her eyes, dark and satisfied, locked onto his.
“Now,” she whispered, her voice raw with authority and need. “Now you can give it to me.”
He didn’t need telling twice. He drove into her in one deep, possessive thrust, sheathing himself fully inside her clenching heat. She cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders.
“Who do you belong to?” he groaned, already moving, his pace fierce and deep.
“You!” she gasped, meeting every thrust. “Always you!”
“And this pussy?”
“Yours! God, Leo… yours!”
The admission, the feel of her tight around him, the sight of her completely claimed and claiming him back—it shattered them both. His control vaporized. With a final, guttural roar, he plunged deep and held there, his release flooding her in hot, pulsing waves as her own second climax tightened around him, milking him dry.
Spent, he collapsed atop her, then rolled to the side, pulling her tightly into him. Their hearts raced against each other’s skin.
After a long, breathless moment, she tilted her head up, her smile soft and triumphant. “Mine,” she whispered.
He kissed her forehead, his voice a reverent rumble. “Always, Baby. Yours.”
Chapter 13
The languid afterglow of the morning was shattered by Maya’s sudden, mischievous move. As Leo lay on his back, catching his breath, she slid a hand under her pillow and produced a small, sleek, black device. It was a slender, tapered plug with a discreet base, its surface glinting in the morning light.
Leo’s brow furrowed, then lifted in recognition and pure, hot anticipation. “What’s this, Baby?” he rumbled, his voice thick.
Maya leaned over him, her dark eyes gleaming with power as she whispered the words directly into his ear, her breath a hot promise. “Remember how you loved stretching me? I want you to fuck me from behind for a little bit and make me so fucking wet, baby. Then place this in my ass before you finish me off.”
A fierce, possessive growl vibrated in Leo’s chest. The command in her whisper, the submissive taking control of her own pleasure, ignited him. “That’s my girl,” he said, his hands already gripping her hips. “Turn over. On your knees. Right now.”
She obeyed instantly, the sheet falling away as she presented herself to him, her curvy, dark skin a beautiful offering. He knelt behind her, his large hands spreading her cheeks, admiring the view. He didn’t enter her yet. Instead, he leaned forward, his bearded jaw brushing against her inner thigh before his mouth found her pussy from behind.
“Gotta get you nice and ready,” he growled, his tongue delving into her with a hungry, broad stroke.
Maya cried out, her fingers twisting in the sheets. “Yes! Just like that, Leo. Make me drip for you.”
He feasted on her, lapping and sucking until she was trembling, a slick, wet mess. Only then did he position himself, the thick head of his dick pressing against her entrance. “You want this big dick, Baby?” he asked, his voice a dark, gritty command.
“Please,” she begged, pushing her hips back. “Fuck me, Leo. Please.”
He drove into her in one deep, claiming thrust, burying himself to the hilt. She gasped, her tight heat stretching deliciously around him. He set a relentless pace from the start, his powerful hips pounding into her from behind, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. One hand gripped her hip, the other snaked around to her front, his fingers finding her clit and rubbing tight, fast circles.
“You feel how deep I am?” he grunted, his thrusts becoming harder, faster. “This your pussy?”
“Yours!” she screamed, her body bowing under his. “Always yours!”
“Gonna come?” he demanded, feeling his own climax coiling tight in his gut.
“Close… so close!”
“Not yet,” he commanded, slowing his pace but not pulling out. He reached for the vibrating plug, clicking it on. A low, insistent hum filled the air. He slicked it with her own wetness, then pressed the cool, tapered tip against her other entrance. “This is what you wanted, right, Baby?”
“Yes! God, yes, put it in!”
With a slow, controlled push, he fed the plug into her, stretching her exquisitely as he remained buried in her pussy. The dual fullness made her sob with pleasure. The vibration resonated through her, straight into his own throbbing length.
“Now,” he growled, his composure shattering. He grabbed her hips and began fucking her in earnest, his thrusts turning frantic and deep, powered by the tight, vibrating pressure around him. “Come on this dick, Maya. Now!”
The command, the overwhelming sensation, tore her climax from her. She screamed, her inner walls clamping around him in violent, rhythmic pulses. The feeling pushed him over the edge. With a final, deep roar, he slammed into her, holding tight as his own release erupted, hot and endless, filling her as the plug hummed against him.
He collapsed over her back, both of them breathing in ragged, shattered gasps. After a moment, he carefully withdrew and gently removed the toy, pulling her limp body into his arms. He held her close, his lips against her sweaty temple.
“You,” he panted, awe in his voice, “are fucking incredible.”
Chapter 14
Leo nuzzled into the fragrant hollow behind Maya’s ear, his voice a low, reverent whisper. “I want to taste every single inch of you, Baby. Every curve, every secret place.”
He shifted, pulling her gently to her stomach. He retrieved a warm bottle of scented oil, poured a generous pool into his palm, and rubbed his hands together. The first touch of his slick, heated palms on her bare shoulders made her sigh into the pillow.
“Just relax,” he murmured, his strong hands beginning a slow, deliberate journey. He kneaded the tension from her shoulders, worshipped the elegant line of her spine, and spent luxurious minutes massaging the full, generous swell of her ass. His touch was firm, possessive, yet utterly devoted.
“Your skin is so soft,” he whispered, his lips brushing her shoulder blade as his hands slid down to her thighs. “Feels like heaven under my hands.”
He turned her over gently. The oil gleamed on her dark skin in the low light. His eyes, dark and hungry, drank her in. He started again at her collarbone, his thumbs circling outwards, lavishing attention on the sensitive skin of her chest before his hands finally, slowly, cupped her breasts.
“God, these are perfect,” he growled, his thumbs brushing over her nipples until they tightened into hard peaks. He leaned down, taking one into his mouth, sucking deeply while his hand continued its worshipful massage of the other.
Maya arched beneath him, a soft moan escaping. “Leo…”
“Shhh, Baby,” he said, moving to lavish the same attention on her other breast. “I’m just getting started.” His mouth blazed a trail down her stomach, his tongue dipping into her navel, before he settled between her legs. He didn’t rush. He kissed her inner thighs, nipped gently, until she was trembling. Then, and only then, did his tongue finally find her.
He ate her pussy with a slow, worshipful intensity, his broad strokes and focused sucks designed to build her up without breaking her. He lapped at her until she was gasping, her fingers tangled in his locs.
“Please,” she begged, her hips lifting off the bed. “I need you inside me. Now.”
He rose above her, his body a dark, muscular shadow. He kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on his lips. “You want this big fat dick, Baby? You want me to stretch that tight little pussy open?”
“Yes! Please, Leo!”
He positioned himself, the thick, broad head of his dick pressing against her slick entrance. He pushed in with one slow, relentless thrust, seating himself to the hilt. They both groaned at the exquisite, familiar stretch.
“Look at me,” he commanded, and she did, her eyes wide and full of trust. He began to move, a slow, deep, worshipful rhythm in the missionary position he loved. He braced himself on one elbow, and his other hand wandered. He cupped her breast, rolling her nipple between his fingers, then trailed down her trembling stomach.
“You feel how deep I am, Maya?” he grunted, his pace gradually intensifying. His fingers found her clit, rubbing tight, perfect circles in time with his deep thrusts. “You love this dick?”
“I love it,” she chanted, her heels digging into the backs of his thighs. “I love your dick, Leo. It’s so big… it feels so good.”
“This pussy is mine,” he stated, driving into her harder, his own control fraying under the dual sensation of her tight heat and the feel of her clit pebbling under his thumb. “Come on it, Baby. Come all over this big dick. Let me feel you.”
The command shattered her. Her climax ripped through her with a sharp cry, her inner walls fluttering and gripping him in frantic pulses. The intense squeeze pulled his own release from him. With a final, deep roar, he slammed into her, holding still as he emptied himself into her, his heat spilling deep inside.
He collapsed beside her, pulling her instantly into his arms, both of them breathless and slick with sweat and oil. He kissed her forehead, her eyelids, her lips.
“Every inch,” he panted, a vow in his ragged breath. “Just like I promised.”