Novel & Cerita Leon Kennedy X Male Reader

“I thought you were just being a smart-mouthed bitch when you called us Daddy, but you like it, don’t you?” My heart is racing, hammering in my chest at being discovered. Kennedy’s dick throbs in my mouth and he swears under his breath, and I know for all his trying to be sensible and sane and professional, he’s as fucked up as the rest of us. “Fuck,” Riven groans. “Your tight little cunt is going to be the fucking death of the both of us.” I don’t recognise the Kennedy that takes hold of my neck and tips my head back until I retch on his dick, but I love him.

I looked over my shoulders, a fluster of pride warming my chest. Kennedy found me in the crowd, his gaze took in mine and then he winked at me, a smirk trailing behind it. My cock throbbed. The cap of my cock growing with a strong tingle, leaking sticky precum. Fuck! I skidded swiftly hiding my boner behind another student standing before me. Kennedy was so fucking good looking his height was one thing but his build, my goodness! He was built like a Greek god. His hands were so big, I craved his thick fingers deep in my ass, stretching my tight hole and fucking my brains out till he hammered my g-spot and made me squirt cum hands-free.

Eleanor looked away and once the man was in water she heard the girls squealing loudly. "Fuck! It's sir fucking Leon! Fuck me!" It was Josephine and Eleanor face morphed into a horrified frown as she glared at Josephine for her vulgar language before following her gaze and Eleanor's breath hitch when she saw the wet Leon half in water as he combed his hairs back. The muscles of his biceps and triceps flexing and his six abs were another story but not to mention that prominent v line. Eleanor felt her face going red. Yes, she knows about male body cause she has read many romance novels which are not 18+. So she just knows the anatomy.

No man’s underwear could be that shiny and sleek and pink. My mind was doing flips at the thoughts and imaginations that badgered my brain. Were there G.strings or just regular female panties? Did they hold up the huge cock I could get he was carrying? Kelvin is a strong, six-foot-two guy who plays rugby on the weekends. His well-muscled frame is the epitome of masculinity, and was the number-one reason I couldn’t take my eyes off of him when we’d met a few weeks ago. But the fact that he had this kinky secret—this softer, sensual side—thrilled me in an indecent way.

But Zemira's contentment is all I feel as I curl up with my hands pressed against his naked, scarred chest. I open my eyes and study him. He looks nothing like Kennedy, save for the fact that they're both as tall as a skyscraper. He has a soft tan to his skin, a strong jaw and a Roman's nose. His lips are plump and pale pink, and his face is speckled in the makings of a beard.

Something in Leon’s face settled into something I recognized. Not relief. Resolve. “Kennedy,” he said, without looking away from me. Kennedy appeared at the gate with the expression of a man who had been listening to everything and had the grace to pretend he hadn’t. “Talk,” Leon said. Kennedy looked between us. Then he unclasp his hands from behind his back and reached into his jacket and produced a document I recognized — old paper, old ink, the specific quality of something that had been preserved carefully for a very long time.

Now I know why they were separated. Kennedy held my hand and raised it, “I have never introduced you all to my mate! You all are the pillars of this pack and the ones holding it down. I would love to introduce you all to my Mate, The Future Luna of the Northern pack! The only woman who will stand beside I, Kennedy Noble, the Alpha of the Northern pack!” I looked at him with eyes filled with stars, this was my man, the man I admire so much, the man who Is not my first mate but the one who

It was the voice that had whispered poetry in college, the voice that had lied about his love for her and the voice that had snarled as his thumbs crushed her windpipe. She rounded the corner, her knuckles white as she gripped the cold stone of the archway. There, perched on the edge of a velvet chair, was Kennedy. But he wasn't the titan he’d pretended to be. He looked small, an ant in the presence of a god. He wore a cheap, off-the-rack suit and clutched a briefcase like a shield. Opposite him sat Ian, draped in a black silk robe, swirling a glass of neat bourbon. Kennedy wasn't a CEO as he claimed. He was Ian’s bookkeeper. A scavenger eating the crumbs of a real man’s fortune.

Yet Leonica hadn’t done it and was taking the brunt of the entire matter. Was she trying to protect Gabriel? Because she still had lingering feeling for him after their failed marriage? Kennedy silently snickered at the thought. Impossible. He may not have been present during the years of their marriage, but from all the articles he had read, Gabriel seemed like a pretty sh*tty husband and father to their once unborn son.

He's a bachelor, however, he came with a pretty muse. Conrad watched Kennedy Charles and although he saw him from photos, he was still intrigued about his look. He's indeed handsome with a Filipino-American look and those dashing blue eyes would make someone fall in love with him. Conrad looked down at Johanna who was sipping on her wine and watching Kennedy Charles. "So, you like the guy?" He asked.