Page 13 of A Chance at Love

Whitney

Leo doesn’t have to tell me twice. I move over to the huge bed, which is made up in luxurious linens, and sit down on the silky sheets. I start to scoot into the middle of the bed, but Leo grabs my ankles and pulls me back to the edge.

“No,” he says. “Stay right here.”

The grip of his hands on my ankles turns me on even more. I submit to him, letting him do whatever he wants.

He kneels down before me on the floor. He pushes my legs wide open.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” he says.

I lean forward to kiss him. He lets me have one kiss before dipping his head and clamping his mouth around my nipple. I arch my back and let out a moan. But it’s a gasp that escapes my lips as he slides two fingers into me, pumping them slow and deep.

“Oh, God,” I moan. “Leo.”

He pulls his fingers out of me and drops his mouth down between my legs. When his tongue enters me, I gasp again, louder this time. Then he pulls out his tongue and drags it up over my clit and a noise comes out of my mouth that I don’t even recognize.

Leo slides his hands beneath me, grips my ass cheeks, and pulls me further off the bed. I’m hanging off the edge now, but he’s holding on to me like I’m weightless, his face buried between my legs. It feels so incredible that I can’t stop moaning his name. He dips his tongue into me again, then pulls out and laps at my swollen clit, then dips his tongue back inside of me.

“I’m going to come,” I gasp. My hips are shaking. My breath is ragged. My whole body is vibrating with intense pleasure. “Oh, God. Oh, God! Leo!”

The wave hits, and I scream out, convulsing against Leo’s mouth.

I melt into the bed as I come down the other side, moaning and catching my breath. My ass is still hanging off the edge of the bed, Leo holding up the weight of my lower half. When I finally catch my breath, I look down at him and feel a tingle again between my legs.

“Fuck me,” I whisper. “Please, Leo. Please.”

“Fuck you or make love to you?”

“Fuck me. And don’t use anything. I need to feel you raw inside of me. I’m on the pill.”

Hot desire fills his eyes. Then he flips me over, sets my knees down on the edge of the mattress, and pulls my ass up into the air. I can feel how dripping wet I am, and when he pushes the engorged head of his cock against me, there’s not even a hint of resistance at all—his rock-hard cock slides right into me, filling me up to the hilt.

“Oh,” I moan, pushing my mouth into the bedsheet. “Oh my God.”

Leo grips my ass cheeks, draws out of me, then thrusts in again. Hard. The slap of our bodies is erotic and hot.

“You good, Whit?” Leo grunts out.

“Uh huh,” I say. “Oh, God. So good.”

He pulls out and slams into me again. And then again. And again. When he picks up the pace, I mute my moaning with the bedsheets and dig my fingers into the silky fabric. I’ve never felt like this before. Never.

Leo grips my ass harder and pumps into me faster. Our heavy, barely-controlled breathing fills the room. Another orgasm builds between my legs, fast and intense, and before I even have time to tell him, I’m screaming out into the sheets.

When I come, it triggers an orgasm for Leo, too. He shudders against my body, cursing as he explodes inside of me.

Afterward, we rock against each other, him still in me, the both of us catching our breath. When he finally slides out of me, I immediately want him inside of me again. I want to be with him over and over. I want everything. I never want this to end.

I lay down on the bed, flipping around to my back, and look at the gorgeous, incredible, hot-as-fuck man standing between my legs. He grins at me, then lowers himself on top of me and kisses my lips.

“Remember in high school when you wouldn’t even let me go down on you?” he says.

I laugh. “To be fair, Leo, I don’t think you would have been that good at age eighteen.”

“Guess we’ll never know.”

I feel his cock harden against my thigh and look at him in disbelief. “Are you seriously hard again?”

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