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He said he would punish me, deal with me. Then how on earth did I end up here, in his new house? In his bedroom?And not just that on his bed, flat on my back, bare and folded in half until my ass lifted off the bed and both holes were shamelessly displayed for him.A mix of shame and unwanted arousal twisted in my gut, making my skin prickle with heat.He held me open with rough hands, thumbs digging into the softness of my butt, spreading my pussy lips apart until I felt the cool night air brush over my swollen folds, sending a shiver up my spine that made my core clench involuntarily.“Leo, I don’t understand what’s going on, but we need to talk.”I said, my face feeling hot.“Go ahead.”His voice rumbled, and the warm air from his lips fanned my folds in a very dangerous way, teasing the sensitive skin and heightening the ache building inside me.I whimpered softly. “I.....Ahhh…Leo… I…”Suddenly, I felt my clit throb visibly under his stare, begging for attention. The pulse was

He was supposed to be punishing me, why am I getting more aroused by it.This is his idea of punishment?He sucked my clit between his lips hard.I cried out, back bowing off the bed as much as the position allowed.“Ahhhh—! Leo—oh fuck—!”The suction was merciless.His tongue lashed the swollen bud in tight, fast circles, making every nerve scream. Pressure coiled low in my belly, tighter and tighter, until it felt like I might shatter.My moans came in ragged bursts now, overlapping and desperate.“Nghh… ahh… ahhh… don’t stop—please—!”He growled in approval, the sound rumbling straight through me, and doubled down—tongue flicking faster, lips sucking harder, one thumb sliding down to circle my slick, fluttering entrance without pushing in.The dual sensation snapped something inside me.My whole body seized.“Ohhh—fuck—I’m—!”The orgasm ripped through me like a storm. My walls spasmed violently around nothing, clit pulsing against his tongue as wave after wave of blinding pleasure

"Relax, damn it... I'm locked in—you're gonna make me fucking lose my mind." He groaned, panting like a beast in rut, chest heaving with feral need. "I can't... it's not that easy," I gasped, voice splintering as another vicious throb slammed through my clit, the engorged bud so brutally swollen it felt seconds from bursting, every pulsing vein scorching against the relentless grind of his pelvis. "Fuck... I'm not stopping now. I want to claim every goddamn inch of you," he growled, voice thick with dark determination. That filthy promise made it worse. My walls clenched harder, spasming greedily, trying to trap him deeper. "Fuck!!!" He grunted, then surged over me, broad chest crushing against my back, hot mouth sealed right at my ear in a deep, gravel-rough whisper. "Come on... you gotta relax, baby," he rasped, the same low, filthy timbre vibrating against my skin as one rough hand slid underneath to viciously pinch and twist my nipple. “Breathe, baby. Let this tight little

Before I could say another word, thick arms banded around my waist and lifted me clean off the bed. My legs were trembling and dangling uselessly, juices dripping all the way down to my toes."What… where are you taking me?"I managed to say that with the only energy I had left.“I need a couch… a wall… a table… the bed’s too fucking soft for what I need to do to you right now,” he growled against my throat, teeth grazing skin."Wait… Leo… ain't you tired?"I protested."Tired?"He dropped me onto the wide leather sectional—ass up, knees sinking into the cushions, face pressed to the cool armrest.My thighs were already trembling, slick running in sticky trails down the insides, pooling under me from my orgasm."Tired?"He said again as if he was trying to remember what the word meant."Do you know what you taste like, Charlotte? Ever tasted yourself inside you? If you do, you would understand… why I am not tired of being in you."His hand fisted my hair, yanking my head back so I was

**LEO'S POV** 10am the next morning. I stood at the foot of the bed holding the tray—freshly squeezed orange juice, croissants still warm from the oven, with nice heart shaped threats. I woke up and found myself still buried inside her,it was sad pulling out finally...it was a place I was supposed to be...I wish it was possible to stay joined in her. Anyway,I made breakfast..because I knew she would be hungry when she wakes up. Charlotte was sprawled across the sheets like she’d been dropped from a great height. One leg hooked outside the duvet,her hair tangled across the pillow, with lips slightly parted,snoring heavily. She looked so worn out and it was my fault. I sighed and looked at the tray. Last night I’d lost my damn mind. Multiple rounds. Positions from bedroom to living room to the bathroom back to the bedroom. Now, staring at the faint red marks on her inner thighs and the way she was sleeping like someone had pulled her plug, I felt guilt for being