Page 116 of Petite Fleur

Heck, even right now, I can still feel a lingering soreness from last night.

I readjust how I'm laying, trying to get the weight off of my hip, but I must wake Leon. His hold tightens on me. "Keep rubbing that pussy on me, and I'm going to fuck it." He says in a voice still thick with sleep that sends a shiver down my spine.

How does he have this effect on me? My pussy is still throbbing from yesterday, but I still kind of wish he'd follow through with his threat.

I don't respond, but Leon grips my thigh and my waist, hauling me up on top of him until I'm straddling his hips.

I can feel how excited he is underneath me, making me tempted to grind on him. "You look beautiful this morning." Leon says. I find myself blushing as his fingers trace across a couple of the countless bite marks throughout my body.

I'm sensing a pattern here. I have teeth marks on my nipples, and they're bruised and sore. I have love bites on my stomach and probably more places I can't see from him.

I plant my hands on his chest, on each side of the "Y" scarred into his body, and I feel his hands dig into my hips, dragging me across his hardening cock. I groan every time the head drags across my sensitive clit. "I want to see you get yourself off on my cock, ma petite fleur." He insists.

I shouldn't indulge in this, but I start to grind my hips against him, feeling his hardening length rub between me and cause a friction that I'm somehow already desperate for. "That's my girl." He groans. His hands stay planted on my hips, digging into the flesh in a deliciously painful way.

Even how sore I feel somehow heightens the feeling.

"I can't…” I say when it starts to feel like too much. I'm too close, I'm too sensitive, I want it too badly.

"You can, ma fleur. It's okay. Just drop yourself down on my cock and ride me." He says calmly.

I feel his hands kneading my hips, gripping me tightly, but should I listen?

This would be me instigating sex.

Is that what I want?

Leon grins up at me. He grips onto my hips, dragging me across his cock again and making me flood him with need. "It's okay. You can do it, ma fleur. Just guide yourself onto me at any pace you need." He says.

He already knows I'm horny, so what's the point in denying him?

I sit up a little, grabbing hold of his cock with one hand. Leon lets out a groan, hissing through his teeth, and I immediately let go of him. "Keep going. You're okay. It just feels good when you grab me." He insists.

I look into his eyes for any hint that he's lying to spare my feelings, but I can't see any. So, I resume what I'm doing. I grab onto his cock again, guiding it to my opening. I don't have to worry about lubricant; I already effectively soaked him without even getting off. I would be embarrassed if he wasn't so turned on by me. "That's it, fleur. Fuck yourself on my cock." He groans.

I'm surprised to feel that Leon isn't forcing anything. He's letting me lower down on him as slowly as I need to, even though I know it's far too slow for him, but I'm still sore from last night, and he's big.

"I can't." I say with a huff, leaning my head back for a second.

Leon starts to rub his hands up and down my ribs, surprising me with how soothing the gesture feels. "If you want to stop, we can. Or you can just drop down at once and just sit there until you're comfortable." He offers.

He stares up at me like he has all the patience in the world for me to decide. I can't see how. He's already halfway inside of me and I know it must be driving him crazy. "Can you do it?" I ask instead.

Leon smiles at me, a smile that lights up his whole face and somehow softens how intimidating he looks. "Of course I can." He says sweetly.

He slides his hands from my ribs to wrap around my waist, pulling me forward until we're chest to chest and I can feel his breath on my face. "You're tensing up, fleur. It's always going to hurt if you don't relax." He says.

He starts to rub his hands along my spine until he can reach the back of my neck. He squeezes with a gentle amount of force, making me flood with excitement despite my nerves, and kisses me breathless.

His kiss starts slow and soft, but soon turns hungry and he digs his teeth into my bottom lip before driving into me in one rough thrust.

I cry out and tense, feeling like I’m being torn in half, but it quickly morphs into pleasure as Leon distracts me with his kiss.

Why does it feel so good when he hurts me?

I don't like how much I love that he can hurt me while comforting me.

Leon doesn't move until he feels me relax into him, and honestly, I love the patience he has for me, but when he feels me relax, he starts to thrust up into me.

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