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14. Cadence

I’d barely gotten my breath back from the first orgasm when Leo forced another from me. Tension coiling in my lower belly, it exploded when he sucked on my clit, lashing it with his tongue until my legs shook and the sensations became too much.

My hands unclenched from the bedding, moving to his shoulders to push him away. He refused to release, tormenting the over-sensitive bud.

“Please, Leo!”

My gasped plea seemed to work as he switched from fast, hard licks, to slower strokes all the way from my opening to the abused bundle of nerves. Opening my eyes to look down at him, he stared back, unashamed of the way he was enjoying me.

Chest heaving, my muscles relaxed as he lapped up my release. The lust in his gaze was unmistakable, sending new flutters through my core as he finally pushed himself up and moved to cover me.

His brow was set with determination, and my nervousness tried to flare to life again. I was surprised when he lifted his hand to cup my face, smoothing my hair back.

“I won’t lie and say it’s not going to hurt, but the pain should only last a moment.”

I gave a short nod as those emerald depths continued to stare down at me. I knew it was going to hurt. Leo wasn’t a small man, and even if I’d had previous partners, I was sure it still would have hurt to take him.

My breath caught in my throat when I felt the blunt tip of his cock press against my entrance. Bracing against the coming pain, I was distracted when he leaned down and pressed his lips to mine. Breathless and lost in his kiss, I wasn’t prepared when his hips snapped forward and he buried his length inside me.

The pinch of pain caused me to suck in a gasp of air, lips ripping from his as tears pricked my eyes. Leo held still, kissing my cheeks and neck as I adjusted to the invasion. When he pulled back, I could feel every ridge and bump on his shaft, and the following thrust burned, causing me to cry out.

I thought I’d felt full before, but he went impossibly deeper. Pausing inside me again, he started making tiny thrusts, and I realized he still wasn’t fully seated.

Whimpering through the stretch, I dug my nails into his back, focusing on what his mouth and tongue were doing to my neck. I finally felt his thighs press against mine, and his hips stilled. Nibbling along my ear, he let out a groan that sent goosebumps across my flesh.

“So tight.”

His warm breath ghosted against my neck, shivers rushing through my body. I could still feel the stretch in my core, but the burn was fading away, and as he ground his pelvis against my clit, the need to move grew.

Adjusting my legs around his waist, my hands released their grip on his shoulders, and I tilted my hips. The new angle caused his shaft to brush against something inside me that stole my breath and ripped a moan from my throat.

Leo lifted his head, a grin spreading across his face as he pulled back further to thrust into me again. I tried to hold back the noises, but it was impossible.

As he slipped a hand under my hip and tilted my bottom upward, I lost control. His length rubbed along my channel with each stroke, the head of his cock battering against some magic button deep inside that made me writhe in search of more.

Each of his increasing thrusts brought a fresh surge of wetness from me, enough to spill from where we’re joined and cause lewd noises, but I couldn’t focus on the resulting flush of embarrassment. I could feel a new wave building inside me, higher than the last two.

Muscles drawing tight, I trembled with the tension as Leo sat up. Gripping my hip with one hand, the other rested over my mound, his thumb dipping down to press on my clit.

Each time my body rocked with his movements, the little pearl ground against his thumb. Just as I thought I was going to explode, he removed it, yanking a whimper from my throat.

The grin on his face when my eyes popped open was evil, his joy in tormenting me obvious.

“Say it, Cadence.”

I knew what he wanted, and while I usually would have balked at being given orders, I couldn’t handle the pressure building inside me. I needed release, and I knew he could give it to me.

“Make me come! Please.”

My voice was hoarse, throat raw from what we had done in his club and the cries he had torn from my body. His eyes darkened at my words, grip tightening on my hip.

“Say my name.”

The words were a snarl released through gritted teeth. His thrusts rocked my whole body with their force and would have pushed me away if not for his hold on my flesh.

His hand moved back to my mound, but his thumb hovered over my clit, refusing to touch it.

“Leo. Please, Leo.”

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