by Vivien Vale
His low chuckle sets my body on fire. I’m burning up from the inside. Unable to move from where I’m caught between Leo and the window, I rest my cheek against the cool glass, hoping it will help me chill the fuck out and find the will to not give in.
“Say you don’t want this. Tell me you don’t feel this too.” Leo emphasizes his words with a thrust of his hips, wedging his cock right between my ass cheeks.
My fingers contract, trying to grip the smooth glass, needing something to hold onto because apparently going weak in the knees is a thing. Who knew?
Yes, I fucking feel it. Though I know he’s not talking about his massive cock. Which, by the way, I’m know certain is crazy huge. The knowledge of how he can fill me up so completely doesn’t help my argument.
When Leo meets my eyes in the reflection of the glass, they’re burning with the same desire that I’ve been fighting all night.
He wants this.
I want this.
So what’s stopping us?
I’m having a hard time remembering, especially when he takes his free hand and reaches around in front of me, pressing his palm firmly against my chest.
My nipples tighten instantly, my body responding to him eagerly, even though my mind is still screaming at me, trying to get a message through.
As he drags his hand roughly over the swell of my tits—just close enough to make me ache for more—then slowly down my side, I lose all sense of time and place.
There’s a reason why this is bad, why I should go with my earlier instinct and just tell the lie—insist I don’t want this. But I can’t remember what it is anymore.
Leo’s fingers dig into my hip and his cock presses harder against my ass, and the last shred of pretense disappears.
“I do, Leo,” I moan. “God, I want it too. So fucking bad.”
“Say it,” he demands, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Tell me what you want.”
His fingers are so close to my throbbing pussy. If I just shift a little to the right, I might get a little relief from the building pressure that’s begging for more.
I feel him shake his head from behind me. His laugh is full of wicked intent. “Not so easy, Sienna. Not until you say it.”
Goddammit. Fine. If this domineering, commanding asshole wants me to say it, I’ll fucking say it. Just give me a fucking orgasm already.
“You, Leo. I fucking want you.”
“Not good enough.” He presses me harder against the glass and trails his fingers down to the hem of my short dress to stroke lightly at my inner thigh.
Looking down at the Vegas Strip below us, I feel dizzy. Not from the near-vertigo effect. No, from the fact that Leo fucking Asher’s hand is mere inches from my soaking wet pussy.
“I want you to fuck me.”
There. I said it.
It’s everything I told myself I’d never do.
I’d never beg a man, least of all this one.
Yet in mere minutes he’s reduced me to a begging wreck of need. I just want more. So much more from this moment. From the way he makes me feel.
Leo won’t make me wait; he responds to my words instantly. Keeping me firmly in place by his hand on my wrist and his cock against my ass, he reaches up under my dress and hooks a finger in my thong.
I almost come at the brush of his finger against my sopping wet pussy lips.
Then he shocks the hell out of me when he yanks down—really fucking hard—and tears my thong off me with one quick jerk of his wrist.
I gasp, more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life.
I don’t have time to think about how fucking hot that was because the next thing I know Leo’s shoved two fingers so deep inside my pussy that my knees really do buckle.
My breath comes hard and fast as he slides them back out and thrusts in again, over and over, so fast and furious that it’s almost punishing.
I whimper, my hips grinding down against his hand. I’m so close to surrending to the lust that rages through my body and threatens to take over my every thought. It won’t take much for me to be wet, shaking, mess in the throes of an orgasm.
Leo finger fucks me at a desperate pace, and the sound of my slick juices slapping wetly against his skin as he does is pretty much the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever heard.
“Jesus Christ, Sienna, you’re so fucking wet,” he groans against my neck.
I tilt my head to the side to give him better access to the sensitive flesh, and he dives right in. Lips and tongue and teeth assault me just as violently as his fingers. He nips and sucks and licks at my neck, my ear, my shoulder.
“Please, Leo.” I’m begging at this point. And I don’t even fucking care now. I just need to come.
“Say what you want,” he demands again.
Fucking hell. This guy. It’s like he’s getting off on me begging for it. And I can’t seem to help myself. I’ll gladly beg if he’ll just keep making me feel this crazy, mind-blowing pleasure.
“Make me come. I want to come. Please.” I barely recognize the sound of my own voice.
That’s apparently all he wants because in the next instant he flicks his thumb across my swollen, aching clit, and I’m done for.
That’s it. Like, I completely come undone. Erupt like a fucking volcano.
My whole body shudders as my pussy contracts over and over, my juices coating Leo’s already drenched fingers as he continues to drive deep into me. Just as I’m coming down from what has to be the most intense orgasm of my life, he adds another finger, stretching me in the most erotic way, pushing the boundaries of pleasure.
And I come again, even harder. Holy fuck. That’s two back-to-back orgasms. I didn’t even finish the first before he started in on the second.
My vision goes dark for a moment and I slump against the window, still held in place by Leo’s hard body, then pinpricks of light flash behind my eyelids as I ride out wave after wave of erotic bliss.
“Fuck, Sienna,” he murmurs. “You’re so goddamn sexy.”
Leo pulls his fingers from my pussy, and I’m left feeling satisfied but somehow still wanting more. He spins me around yet again, this time so that I can see him as he lifts his hand to his mouth. His fingers glisten with my sticky cum. Then he proceeds to lick every last drop of me from his fingers while I stand there and gape at him.
Holy hell. Did he really just do that?
I lock eyes with him, and the desire I see there makes me feel like I didn’t just come two times in the last five minutes. Like I’m ready to go all over again.
I fumble for his belt, desperate to see his cock for myself. I need to know if it’s as huge as I think it is.
But he wraps his hand around my wrist again and shakes his head slightly, his dark eyes unreadable.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
Leo
Greed.
Mania.
Hunger.
Madness.
Sienna evokes a thousand conflicting sensations within me. I want to own her. I want to possess her. I want to make her mine.
In that same barrage of primal urges, I know on a logical level that I need to get as far away from her as I can.
She’ll be my undoing. She makes me weak. I can’t afford to be weak.
Not anymore.
I want to punish her for making me feel this way, for dredging up all the memories that I’ve fought against for so long.
What I really need to do is send her right out that door.
I know that I can’t. That I won’t.
Sienna’s mine now. For the next thirty days, I own her.
The thought makes my cock throb, almost painfully.
The way she completely surrendered to my touch, let me ravage her hot, tight little pussy, makes me wild.
I want to shove her dress up and drill my cock into her until neither one of us can think anymore. Fuck thinking. I need to be inside her. Everything will make sense when I fill her up with my cock and hear her soft little moans
.
Sienna fights against my restraining grip, trying desperately to free her hands.
“I said I’m not done with you yet,” I whisper, my voice tense with the thin grasp of control I have left.
I know she doesn’t want to get away from me. Her eyes drop to my hips that still have her pinned, to my cock that’s demanding to be freed. “Leo,” she whimpers. “I want to see you. I want to touch you.”
Fuck.
My sweet, innocent girl from years ago is gone. In her place is a woman who knows exactly what she wants. Right now, what she wants is me.
This shouldn’t turn me on as much as it does. I shouldn’t be ready to give her whatever she wants if she’ll just make those hot little noises again, calling out my name in a blissed out cry of pleasure.
I click my tongue and cock my head, my eyes burning into hers. “How soon you forget. I’m the one calling the shots here, Sienna. I own you.”
Her eyes flare at my words, her pupils dark and dilated. She likes the sound of that, even if she’ll never admit it.
“I’m not a whore for you to fuck whenever you want.”
I chuckle. Her breathy, needy voice does nothing to convince me that I’m wrong. I’m not in the business of being fucking wrong. I am in the business of owning her and she is going to admit it. “But you are mine.”
Mine .
The word echoes in my head, a primal chant demanding that I claim her. She may have become my escort by default, but I’m going to make sure every second of the next thirty days counts.
My hips surge forward again, and she lets out a low, throaty moan. “Leo…”
“Tell me you’re mine.” I order.
Her mouth drops open, the words suspended as she wages an internal struggle. I can see it all over her face. She wants more of this, but she’s still fighting for control. She doesn’t want to give me the upper hand.
I fucking love it.
Yeah, I like to be in charge and call the shots…but so many women submit to me all too easily.
There’s no challenge.
It’s completely different with Sienna. If challenge were a woman, my golden fucking temptress is that woman.
There’s no doubt she wants me, but she’s fighting it off as hard as she can, even after I just made her come all over my hand.
“You taste delicious,” I whisper, lowering my mouth to her neck, scraping my teeth along her flushed skin.
Her pulse pounds beneath my mouth, and I flick my tongue over the hollow of her throat.
Then because I want to see what she does, I loosen my grip on her wrists, giving her full use of her hands for the first time since I pushed her up against this glass.
Her fingers go straight for my head, tangling in my hair as I lick lower. Over the top of one tit, down into her cleavage that I really want to shove my cock into.
I groan at the image of fucking those glorious tits and spraying cum all over her.
Jesus, she’s making me crazy. I drop my head and capture her nipple in my teeth, biting down hard through the thin fabric of her dress.
She cries out again, and I bring my hand back to her pussy in time to feel more of her hot, sweet juices gush out. I swipe my fingers through it then lift them up between us as I raise my head to watch her reaction.
Her eyes flick between me and my cum-coated fingers, her mouth open as she practically pants with lust.
My gaze trained on her, I run my sticky fingers over her lips, painting them with her own arousal.
When her pink little tongue flicks out, I about fucking lose it. Without thinking, I shove my fingers deep in her mouth, so deep I’m sure she’ll gag. I want her to gag. I want to imagine she’s gagging on my thick cock.
Her eyes water, but she doesn’t struggle. Instead, she surprises the fuck out of me by swirling her tongue around my fingers, lapping up every drop of her own cum. Her muffled moans make my cock twitch.
I know she feels it because her eyelids drop halfway, hooded with drugging lust.
Sienna’s hands are back on my belt, working quickly. Probably hoping I won’t stop her again.
I wait until she has my pants and boxer briefs shoved down around my hips before I pull my fingers from her mouth and clamp them around her wrists again, holding them inches away from my throbbing cock.
“Goddammit, Leo,” she bites out in frustration, her eyes wild. She even stomps her foot on the ground, and I laugh.
“I told you to tell me you’re mine.”
I know it’s a dangerous game I’m playing, forcing her to say these things to me.
I can’t help it if I wanted to. I’ve wanted to hear it for ten fucking years, and right now I have her so horny I know she’ll say anything to get my cock inside her.
Sienna narrows her eyes. “I’m yours,” she says.
I drop her wrists instantly, and her fingers wrap around my shaft. My eyes close and I groan at the sensation of her soft hands on my steely cock.
“For tonight,” she adds.
My eyes snap open, and she’s fucking smirking.
I shake my head. Should have known she’d try to keep some semblance of control.
I start to tell her that’s not good enough, but then she starts stroking my cock, tugging and twisting her hand just fucking right, and I give in. It feels too goddamn perfect and I’ve wanted this for so long.
Fine. I’ll give her this one.
“Well played, Ms. Reid,” I say, bracing my hands on the glass on either side of her head as she continues to work me over.
Now that she has the upper hand, she seems determined to keep it.
Sienna drops to her knees in front of me, one hand still wrapped around my cock, the other cupping my balls. I smirk when she pauses for a moment, her eyes going wide when she sees up close and personally just how much I’m actually packing. She swallows, and the bob of her throat makes me impossibly harder. I want to see her swallow my cock as I pour hot jets of cum down her throat.
With a growl, I grip her head, wrapping my fingers in her silky blonde hair, and take advantage of the fact that her mouth is gaping.
I shove my cock right past her pretty lips until the tip rams into the back of her throat. This time she does gag, and I grin in satisfaction. But she barely bats an eye. She takes it all, flattening her tongue and hollowing out her cheeks as she creates a suction around me that threatens to make me blow my load right the fuck now.
Looking down at her with her lips stretched tight around my thick shaft, it takes every last shred of self-restraint to maintain control.
For years—fucking years—I’ve imagined what it would be like to have Sienna’s mouth wrapped around my cock.
The actual sight of it is a million times better than I ever could have hoped. It feels so fucking good.
In a goddamn heartbeat, I feel my balls tighten and a tingle start at the base of my spine, spiraling out as I feel myself getting ready to explode.
My grip on her head tightens and I fuck her mouth harder and faster, torn between the need to empty my cum down her throat and the need to draw this out as long as possible.
Indecision wars within me, but in the end, I don’t have a choice.
Because just as I start to pull out, Sienna shakes her head slightly, her eyes looking up at me while she takes my massive cock in her mouth. Then she swallows, her throat massaging my cock in a way that leaves me totally at her mercy.
Combined with the vision of her gorgeous face staring up at me, her eyes dark and hungry with desire, I don’t stand a chance. I let go of her head and brace myself again on the glass wall, then empty myself down her throat as the almost violent orgasm rips through me.
I’m left gasping for breath as I stare down at her. When she’s swallowed every last drop of cum, she pulls my cock from her mouth, licking the dripping tip for good measure, then stands up. Her breath is ragged and her golden hair is wild from where my hands were tangled in it, but there’s no mistaking the look of satisfaction on her f
ace.
“Or, Mr. Asher ,” she smirks, “perhaps it’s you who’s mine.”
Then she starts to step aside as if she’s done here.
I growl. This fucking girl is going to be the death of me.
I’m the one in charge. Always.
So why does her need to maintain some bit of control have my cock already—or still, really—rock hard and ready to go again?
I grab her dress and yank it up, exposing her pussy. And fuck, it’s so pink and swollen and glistening. I drag my eyes away from it for a moment to pin her with a hard glare.
“Still not done with you.”
I grab her by the hips and lift her up, this time trapping her against the glass with nothing but my rock-hard torso. Then I slam my cock inside her.
Sienna
Leo has me pinned against the glass again, his cock deep inside my pussy, and I don’t think I’ve ever felt so full.
His cock is massive. I swear it has to be ten inches long. And it’s so thick that it fills me completely, stretches me until I’m clenched tightly around him, gripping his cock like we were made for this.
“Fuck, Sienna,” he groans, his head dropping to my shoulder as he stays there inside of me, holding still for a moment while I adjust to how large he is. “You’re so fucking tight.”
It’s not the first time I’ve slept with Leo, but it might as well be. I’ve never been with another man as big as he is, and oh my fucking god, I must have forgotten how crazy awesome it is when he’s buried in me balls deep.
Leo stays there for the span of a few heartbeats, then he tilts his head and watches me while he slides back out and slams into me again, just as hard as before.
I cry out and grip his shoulders while he continues to drill into me, holding me up against the window with nothing more than the strength of his body and the power of his thrusts.
Again and again, Leo slams me back against the glass, and every time it feels even better than the last as I quickly feel my body building right up to another orgasm.
Fuck, how many times is he going to make me come tonight?
My fingers dig into his tanned flesh, scratching and clawing as I try to hang on while he takes me on one of the wildest rides of my life.