Leon Toca Boca Novels & Stories

asked Toby. "No I don't think so," I said my voice laced with sarcasm. "Someone hand me some hand sanitizer," I said in anger remembering that girl touched him. Justina handed me one and I stopped down near him. "Where did she touch you Leornado?!" I hissed. "My hands" he replied. "You're lying, where else did she touch you" I responded angrily. "My cheek, my hands, and my neck" he replied. Never seen Leornado scared before, it was definitely a sight to see.

Leon sneered, "Need me to help you think about it?" "I don't know what you're talking about!" I looked at him desperately, "You're crazy, you're not Leon!" " "Of course I'm not!" Leon's eyes became fierce, "I let you look at the moon, you look at the moon now!" " Instead of doing what he intended, I turned my head the other way. Who knew that this action angered Leon, who turned my head forcefully and lifted my chin, "Look at the moon!" Look at her!"

Daring him to argue. "Elena is just my stepsister." My name hit the air like something rotten, like the word itself made her sick. "And nothing more." The tension spiked, so thick it felt like it might crush me. I didn’t move. Didn’t breathe. Trevor’s eyes flickered between us, searching. Studying. Like he already knew something we didn’t. But he didn’t argue. Didn’t react. Just gave a slow, measured nod. "Of course," he said smoothly. "My apologies, Luna."

“I don’t like this.” Firing again, I just couldn’t shake the feeling we were missing something. “They don’t want us showing up tomorrow.” I growled as I fired again. We were holding our own with Brett and I as backups. “LUNA!” One guy came running back. “50ish rogues approaching from behind us!” “FUCK!” Cade screamed, and I could hear the engine roar. “We have a grenade launcher?” He said, looking unsure. “Where? Go get it.” I demanded. He took off in a sprint.

Leon owned me, body and soul. My screams echoed through the room, each one a plea for more, and Leon was more than happy to oblige. His pace quickened, his thrusts becoming harder, more erratic as we both neared our breaking point. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, Leon pulled out, his hand tangling in my hair as he yanked my head back, forcing me to face his throbbing cock. I opened my mouth instinctively, desperate for a taste of him, my eyes locking onto his as he began to stroke himself.

Navia instantly realized he was fishing for advantage again. “You’re impossible.” “Say it again.” “You…” Navia wanted to curse him. “I was originally planning to show you the offspring of a world champion racehorse,” Leonel said casually. “Just arrived from Europe. But if you’re not interested—” Navia had already been hooked the moment he mentioned horses. Now he was talking about a world champion bloodline. In the end, she decided pride wasn’t worth it. Keeping a straight face, she said, “Then come closer.”

Leon smile, flashing his pearly white teeth. "Oh"I seat back on the chair and he takes the other chair beside mine. "There's a shit load of paps out the first gate" Leon said. "Are you sure you're alright?" "Yeah" I nod before sipping the fruit punch I brought out with me. "Good then." He sighs and relax against the couch. We both sit in silence for almost half an hour. Me soaking up the sun and I think he fell asleep but when Fabricos car came through, he stirs up.

Ha! "Or..." Leonel deliberately left his statement hanging. Hoping to see a change in Chloe's expression, but what he hoped for didn't appear. Chloe just stared at him, waiting for the continuation of his words. Luckily, in the current traffic jam, Leonel could indulge himself in gazing at Chloe. Who, for some reason, he found incredibly captivating.

Leonel whispered, his words vividly stated, his eyes held sternly his desire to possess. Ismael silent to his words, moved forward, gazing upon his eyes, smashed his lips back unto Leo's, moaning forth words of acceptance, giving up himself to Leonels full grasp. Lifting Ismael off his feat, Leonel Placed him down,unto the dressing table, pulling down his shorts, tearing off his briefs. Turning to his stomach placed upon the table, at his feet drop to the floor, Leonel placed his hands firmly upon him, pressing down his back with a palm. Lubricating his cock, Leonel aligned himself with Ismael's entrance, brushing his cap upon it, plunged deep into his walls, his cock plustrated at the voice

Leon shouts. “Breaking it!” I fire back. The creature’s other hand moves— aiming for my throat— but again— I don’t react the way it expects. I lean into it. Closing space. Forcing contact. Messy. Unpredictable. Human. It hesitates again. Longer this time. And that’s when Leon moves. Fast. Precise. He slams into it from the side— driving it back— hard. “Now!” he snaps. I don’t think.