“Your body is a mess, Fabiano. Let’s go to the hospital. There’s no way you can do anything right now anyway.”
I guided her hand to my dick, which was growing hard under her touch.
Her blue eyes met mine. “So every part of your body is hurting except for him,” she said, squeezing my cock through the fabric. I chuckled and regretted it at once. “Seems so.”
“Sure,” she murmured doubtfully. “You should really go see a doctor.”
“I will, later,” I said quietly. “Now I want to remember why life is better than fucking death.”
She leaned forward once more, kiss sweet and almost shy, as if something in her mind was distracting her. When she pulled away, her uncertainty had been replaced by resolve.
She slid down my shorts, grazing several wounds on the way, and got down on her knees before me. My cock jolted at the tantalizing sight. I hadn’t expected her to do it after what she’d said about cock sucking being degrading and all, but I wasn’t going to remind her. She wrapped her fingers around the base of my cock, opened her mouth and slowly took me in inch by inch.
Holy Fuck.
I’d been with so many women, but every experience with Leona outshone my past. She gagged when my tip hit the back of her throat and quickly moved a bit back, and I had to resist the urge to grab her hair and hold her in place so I could fuck her sweet mouth. Instead I forced my body to relax under her soft tongue, allowed her to explore and taste me. But eventually I needed more, so I took control. I began moving my hips, sliding my cock in and out of her warm mouth harder and faster every time.
Leona and I could have been dead by now. But we weren’t. I jerked my hips upwards, and she let me. She struggled to take as much of me into her mouth as possible, and the sight fucking undid me. My balls tightened and I called out a warning but Leona didn’t pull back and I released into her mouth.
It was the most painful orgasm I’d ever had, and yet as I watched Leona lick her lips uncertainly, I decided it was also the fucking best.
She ran a hand over her mouth, looking up at me. I could see vulnerability in her eyes.
I pulled her up to me despite the agony that shot through my ribs, needing her to get it out of her head that anything I did was to degrade her and finally understand what I felt for her, even if I had a hard time understanding it myself. “Leona, nothing I do will be to degrade you. And no one else will ever dare to degrade you either.” I softened my voice. “Are you okay?” I ran my thumb over her soft lips.
She ran a hand through my sweaty, blood-streaked hair. “Can we be together now? I mean for real?”
“We can and we will. I want you to move in with me. I want to bind you to me, want to stop you from getting away ever again.”
It wasn’t romantic, it wasn’t nice. But I wasn’t either of those things.
“Then I’m okay.”
I let out a small laugh, then winced. She lightly traced my ribs but even that hurt.
“But why did you want me in the first place? I’ve been wondering about that from the start but I knew you’d never tell me the truth anyway,” she said.
“And now you think I’ll do?”
She traced the cut below my cheekbone. “You are pretty rattled. I think now is my best chance.”
“You are becoming more cunning.”
She shrugged. “Survival of the fittest, and all that. Or what did you call it?”
I slipped my hand under her shirt and bra, and ran my forefinger over her nipple. It puckered immediately under the ministration. Leona licked her lips as her eyes glazed over. “Why?” she repeated her earlier question. I tugged at her nipple. She smiled. “Stop distracting me.”
I slid my other hand up her thigh and into the leg of her shorts. My thumb brushed aside her thong and slid into her wet heat. She was still tight but there was no resistance. Her walls squeezed around my finger as I slid it in and out slowly. She moaned and began rocking her hips.
“Why,” she ground out again as she rocked her pussy against my hand. I exchanged my thumb for two fingers and moved faster. I stood and lifted her shirt, then closed my lips around that perfect pink nipple. I tasted sweat on her skin. She’d been afraid for me, for us. I sucked her nipple harder. She gasped, slowly coming undone. I added a third finger and she clawed at my shoulders, her expression a mix of ecstasy and discomfort. Pain shot through me when her fingers dug into bruised skin but it felt fucking good. I thrust my fingers harder and faster into her, enjoying her tightness, her wetness, her whimpers. Fuck, those breathless sounds were music to my ears. Her walls clamped down on my fingers and she threw her head back, letting out a long moan. I released her nipple and watched my fingers slide in and out of her. Her grip on my shoulders loosened. Slowly her eyes peeled open and she watched me. I kept moving my fingers in and out of her very slowly, letting her ride out the last gentle waves of pleasure. “Because you didn’t judge me. You didn’t know me. You didn’t go into our conversation hoping to get something out of it.”