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"I want you to have a life, hobbies, friends, a job if you want one. If you don't, that's fine, I will support us. I have more than enough money that you will never want for anything. I just want you to be happy with me." He explains. His hands rub along my body, scrubbing body wash into my skin with his large calloused hands. "How are you so sure we're ever going to get there?" I ask him. I feel like I know the answer, he's just going to keep me hostage until I do what he wants of me. This is going to be one of those moments that gets ruined by the situation he put me into, I can feel it.

"Because you're the same kind of fucked up that I am. I know deep down something in you is dark, that it's just begging to come out. I can help you, we can make all our broken pieces fit together. We can be perfect together if you're willing to give us a chance." He explains. He keeps rubbing his hands along my body despite the water already washing the soap away. That is until he grips onto my waist and pulls me into his firm chest. "I don't want you to be a prisoner here, I want you to be happy." He says. I wish I could believe that, but the collar around my neck makes it hard to believe. Without even meaning to, I reach up and touch the collar around my neck. "It doesn't feel that way." I say sadly.

Leon drops his forehead against mine, holding my head in place with a strong hand gripping the back of my neck and his fingers lightly tugging at my hair. "I know it doesn't right now. But I promise this is temporary." He says quietly to me.

All I can do is nod, I don't know what to say. I don't know how to feel or how to act. It's easy to know how I'm feeling when he says things that are cruel, but when he treats me well, I feel lost. It's confusing when he treats me like we're just a regular couple having a regular day. "Can I go back to my original plan now?" Heasksme. I pick my head up, raising an eyebrow at him. I don't know what plan he wants to go back to. That is until he closes the distance between us and kisses me.

The same chills run down my spine when his warm lips press into mine. It's a feeling that sends goosebumps across my skin and butterflies in my belly. His teeth dig into my lower lip, tugging on it until it reaches a painful level and his tongue slides across the sting he created. He tugs at my wet hair hanging down my back, keeping my head tilted back so he can access my lips.

I audibly groan as the pain tugs at my scalp, but it sends a flood of arousal to my core. It's embarrassing that a bit of pain has that effect on me, but it's where we are. His tongue slides into my mouth the first chance he gets. If I had known kissing him would have felt like this, maybe I would have done it sooner.

His spare hand grips onto my butt, squeezing roughly. I even feel his nails dig into the flesh of my cheek. He breaks the kiss when I feel like my need to suck in a breath of air becomes too much. His mouth trails down my neck, kissing and biting along my throat and towards my collar bone.

Leon moves to get down on his knees, but I don't want him to fall with his makeshift leg on, so I stop him. I wrap my arms around his torso to keep him standing. "I'm not going to fall, I've lived with this leg for twenty years. Trust me." He says with another brief kiss. I think he's feeling the same way I am, that kissing each other feels like electricity and we were fools to hold off for so long.

I keep a hold of him while he drops to his knees in front of me and his eyes stay locked on me while he lifts my thigh and props it up onto his shoulder. He doesn't even break eye contact when he drags his tongue along me.

I lean my head back onto the shower wall and close my eyes while I enjoy this larger than life man on his knees for me. His lips wrap around my clit, sucking hard on me until I feel like my knees are going to buckle, but he wraps his other arm around my leg, steadying me while he feasts on me. His tongue spears into me, licking every inch of my sex like I am the dessert he'd been waiting on all night. This somehow feels different than Shelby, this feels different than anything I've experienced. I feel alive, like if my hair wasn't wet it would be sticking up from the electricity that's practically buzzing all around me.

Leon grips onto my butt tightly, his tongue flicking at my clit at a somehow perfect rhythm that has my entire body shaking. I grip onto his hair, ruining the perfect style he had going for him when I tug on his hair, grinding my hips into his face. "Please don't stop." I beg. I hear this jerk chuckle, the rumble sending vibrations through me, but he doesn't stop. He feasts on me until I finally feel myself crash like an inevitable wave crashes during a storm. I scream out, tugging on his hair so tightly that I'm not sure how I'm not hurting him, but he doesn't stop. He licks and sucks at me, drinking in every drop of me as I cum all over his face.

Chapter 36

Leon's POV

I've never showered so fast in my fucking life. But I need to get Maeve into our bed like ten minutes ago. I need to feel her all over me, I need to be inside of her again.

Like the fucking angel she is, Maeve helps me to bed so I don't have to put my leg back on. I toss her onto the bed as soon as we're close enough to it, I climb on top of her a moment later. I wish I would have kissed her sooner, I wish I would have kissed her the day I brought her here.

Kissing Maeve feels right, like a once in a lifetime experience every time she lets me. Her lips are soft and she tastes sweet and innocent andeverything rightin the world. I climb my way down her body, leaving love bites all over her until I suck one of those small, perky breasts into my mouth. Fuck, I thought I was a breast man. I thought the bigger the better, I was wrong.

If someone were to ask me what my type was, I'd say Maeve Henderson. No questions.

Maeve arches her back when I bite down on her nipple, pulling it through my teeth until she's no longer in my mouth and immediately diving back in. I suck until both her nipples are solid and glistening with me before I make my way further down her gorgeous body. Her tanned skin shows off the few stretch marks on her hips from hitting puberty, I grip onto her hips and squeeze the perfect warm flesh.

Fuck!

She feels amazing in my hands, and she's not even pushing me away! I crawl between her legs, stroking my cock a couple of times. I've needed this, ever since the day she told me no, I've needed her. I brace myself on one hand, the other gripping my cock to guide into her smooth cunt.

Maeve's walls flutter around me as soon as I start to slide home, tightening around me until I feel like I have to stop. "Are you going to let me in?" I ask against the skin of her throat, sucking on her until I'm sure there's a mark. She's got her nails digging into the sheets and her perfect thighs squeezing my waist, but she nods, taking a few deep breaths, and loosens up her body a little bit to let me push further in.

My girl makes a small, pained noise from her throat, making me lean down to kiss her lips. "Mhmm, I know, you're doing so good, though. We're almost there." I praise her. I still feel like a fucking asshole for slamming into her in one thrust in the yard that day, so I'm trying to make it easier on her now. She's wet, fucking soaked actually, but tight. Slowly, I inch further in as she'll let me until I'm finally buried in the cunt I want to spend the rest of my life fucking.

I drop my head down onto Maeve's shoulder, kissing her soft skin. "Fuck, you feel so good." Itellher. She lets out a sexy little moan, nodding her head at me when I start to move. She wraps one leg around my waist, holding me close, and I grip onto her throat with the hand that isn't holding me up.

She brings her face to mine, gripping my hair and tugging until I feel the sting in my scalp, but it just spurs me on more. I invade her mouth with my tongue while I fuck her nice and slow. I savor the feeling of her sucking me in further with every thrust, I drag my cock along her g-spot, desperate to feel her cum on my cock. Over and over, I rub that spot inside her, feeling her leg tighten around me to keep me close. "That's it, fleur, cum on my cock." I say, leaning down to connect our lips yet again.

This feels better than before, her not fighting me, her kissing me, and holding me against her feels better. I like my girl when she's feisty, when I have to hold her wrists down and fuck her senseless. But I love her now, open and willing for me and about to let me feel that perfect cunt milk every drop from me.

Maeve's body slightly twitches, her hips lifting to meet my thrusts and to let me in. Her nails dig into my shoulders and she cums with a scream, her head thrown back into the pillow, and her walls clamping down on me so hard I have to slow my thrusts. I slow my movements, fucking into her slowly, letting her ride out her waves of pleasure before I bottom out on her, earning me a surprised noise from taking all of me. "Please..." She says so quietly. I do a quiet "Shh," kissing her lips lightly while I drain every drop of my seed into this gorgeous woman under me.

I sit up onto my knees, putting my hand between us. I start to lightly rub circles over her clit, needing her to cum again. It's a myth that has never been fully disproven that an orgasm after sex increases the chances of getting pregnant, but it doesn't hurt to try it out. Plus, I want her to stay in this bed with me inside of her for as long as possible. "You're going to cum all over me again, okay?" I say, watching her squirm to my touch. I'm so fucking sensitive like this, but she feels too good to pull out. "I can't." She whines.

I grin down at her, my thumb still rubbing her sensitive nub. "I know you can take it, just one more for me, hmm?" I say. It's not a choice, she needs to soak my cock once more, I need to feel her again. I keep my touch light, not wanting to overstimulate her like I'm already doing to myself.

Slowly, I work my girl up to a peak so high I know she's going to wear herself out. She clamps down around me again, strangling my cock. I feel her gorgeous cunt flutter around me and her cum soaks me and the sheets under us. Her eyes roll back, and I reach for a hand rather than let her grip the sheets. I want her to grip onto me, and she does. She laces our fingers together and squeezes, moaning and panting while she falls apart. I keep my thumb rubbing her until she jerks at my touch, finally having overcome her orgasm and feeling as sensitive as I am.

I pull out, seeing my cum leak from this gorgeous girl. I reach between us, scooping up as much as I can and pushing it back into her. She winces, clearly a little sore and overstimulated. "I know, fleur. I know." I soothe, rubbing my fingers along her walls just to make sure she's still painted with me. I don't want her to lose a single drop.