“Don’t stop,” I whisper against his mouth. “I gave it to you. You’re not going to take it?” My words do as I thought they would. Leone thrusts fully into me.
A small scream leaves me as I’m stretched to fit him. A mixture of pain and pressure fills me. Part of me wants to tell him not to move while another wants to demand he do it.
“Zoey. Little one. Open your eyes. You know I need them.” They flutter open for him. The second they lock with his, the pain starts to fade, and there is only him. “There you are. I don’t like it when you try to leave me.”
“I’d never leave you, Leone. Not willingly,” I admit.
“Promise?”
“Promise.” He claims my mouth in a kiss. I wrap my arms around him, holding him close. “Move.” The second the word leaves my lips, the tension melts from his body. He pulls out and thrusts back in.
Another gasp escapes me. This one is only filled with pleasure. He’s deeper than his fingers were inside me. The sensation is different.
“You feel so damn good. Too good,” he grits out between his teeth. “I’ll never last.” I stare up at him, watching him try to fight for his control but lose it. I marvel at the fact that I’m the one doing that to him.
I lift my hips, meeting his thrusts. “Little one,” he growls at me.
“Don’t stop,” I moan out. Another orgasm is building inside of me. This one is deeper than all the others.
“I’ll never stop,” he says before he starts to thrust harder. His hand slipping between us, his fingers going to my clit. It’s too much. I come. My body locks down all around him. Leone groans my name, his body jerking over mine a moment before I feel his warm release spill inside me. He buries his face in my neck as he thrusts hard one more time like he’s trying to get himself deeper.
“Leone,” I whisper into his ear. My hands go to his back.
“Yeah, little one?” he says against my neck.
“You, ah—” I lick my lips. Why am I being shy? The man is inside me. “You came in me.”
“I did.” He doesn’t freak out. Maybe he thinks I’m on something. Lots of girls just do those shots or whatever. Maybe we should have discussed this beforehand.
“I’m not on anything.”
“Didn’t think you were.” He nuzzles my neck, his cock jerking. I let out a small moan.
“You’re still hard,” I point out next. His whole body shakes with laughter. He lifts his head.
“I want you again, but we shouldn’t.” He starts to pull out, but I wrap my legs around him to stop him.
“I’m greedy, remember.”
“No, you’re mine is what you are,” he declares before he gives us both what we want. Taking me again and again.