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“Stretch out your arms and bend over. I need access to your perfect ass.”

Leo nodded before doing as he was told, his fingers soon splayed out across the wall in front of him, his back bent in half. I crouched down behind him, just enough to part his cheeks, just enough to press my mouth up against his waiting entrance.

When I was in the perfect position, I ran my tongue across his sensitive hole. He shivered, and I repeated the motion, again and again, letting my tongue taste him and tease him. Leo shamelessly pressed his hips back against my mouth, like he was trying to get my tongue to go even deeper inside him. When he pushed his hips back for a second time, I raised one of my hands in the air before slamming my palm down hard against one of his cheeks.

“Fuck!” Leo cried out, before letting out a distinct moan of pleasure, my tongue licking him right after the spank.

“You were breaking the rules. Pushing your hips back like that was your way of trying to touch me,” I said, matter-of-factly. “You break the rules, you get punished.”

“Yes, sir. I understand.”

“Good.” I went back to pressing my tongue against his hole, but seconds after starting up again, I felt Leo’s hips yet again pushing against my mouth. A lightning strike moved through my chest, as I raised a hand to spank him, this time on the other cheek. Leo whimpered, but I could see a small pool of precome forming underneath him, his legs shuddering with need and anticipation.

“Is that what you like, baby?” I murmured. “You like it when I punish you? When I spank you for breaking the rules?”

“No…,” Leo lied.

And I couldn’t help the grin that came over my face. “Good to know. In that case…”

I suddenly shifted position, pushing Leo’s waist up toward the wall with me pressed close behind him. Without warning, I shot my hand down to his leaking cock, purposely getting some of his precome on my fingers before I started to stroke him with that same wetness. As I moved my palm up and down his cock, I used my other hand to steadily spank him, moving from one cheek to the other, unrelenting.

“Wait! Jacob!” Leo whined, even as his cock was getting harder and harder in my hand.

“Why are you getting so hard for me, baby? I thought you didn’t like being spanked.”

“I don’t,” Leo lied again, and I slapped his ass again, eliciting a shameless groan out of his chest. “Fuck…”

“Shit. You have that sit-down interview tomorrow, don’t you?” I feigned concern in my tone, as I spanked him again. “How’s that going to feel? Sitting down across from Tommy andhaving to pretend like your ass isn’t sore from getting spanked all night? Having to remember giving yourself over to me?”

“Jacob…” Leo whimpered my name, and I could tell that he was seconds away from coming for me. Knowing that, I shifted the way I was holding his cock, now aiming it up toward his stomach and chest. When Leo finally came for me, his come sprayed against his skin, white strand after white strand landing on his chest and stomach. When he was covered in his own come, I turned him around to face me, wanting to see the work of art I’d created.

“Sir…?” Leo’s voice was low, as he watched me watching him. “Do you want me to go get a towel or?—”

“No. Don’t move,” I warned, as I pulled down my pants and boxers now, too. “Don’t you move a fucking muscle.”

I hastily pulled off my shirt and let it fall to the floor. Moments later, I had my cock in my hand and was stroking myself to the image of Leo covered in his own come. Leo’s eyes moved down to my shaft with a hunger behind them, like he wanted to get on his knees and suck my cock until I came down his throat. When he looked back up at me, he bit his lip, like he was holding himself back from saying something.

“What is it, baby? What do you need?”

“You don’t want me to…?” Leo nodded toward my cock, my hand still stroking it. “I can take care of that for you, sir.”

“You are going to take care of this for me,” I replied. “With your perfect ass. And your perfect mouth. But first…”

I groaned, as I felt myself coming, my come decorating more of Leo’s skin, my strands mixing with Leo’s own from moments ago. Leo looked down to watch the scene unfolding, and I nearly growled when I noticed the way his cock twitched at the sight, already coming back to life for me.

“My mess. My perfect fucking mess,” I groaned again, as I moved toward Leo, crashing my mouth against his. “Get on your knees for me, baby.”

17

LEO

Iwas on my knees, taking Jacob’s cock into my mouth.

And it felt like fucking heaven.

He was right about me being a mess for him. I was a complete fucking mess right now, covered in his come and mine. But I was also a mess for him, emotionally, my thoughts swirling together as he pumped his cock between my lips, the tip of him touching the back of my throat. I wanted him so much it felt like I was going to break into pieces if he didn’t want me, too, if he used my body like his own little playground and then tossed me aside like I was nothing.

Fuck.

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