Page 37 of Leverage & Obedience

The last time he was naked in front of me, I was scared of staying. Today I drove across town to stay.

He lays me down on the bed. The sheets are cool against my back as he settles over me, his weight braced on his forearms. He looks at me. His cock is hard against my thigh, hot through thebare contact, and the friction sends a zing straight to my clit. My hips shift before I tell them to.

“Green,” I whisper, before he asks.

His mouth tugs up, the smallest version of his smile, the first one in days.

He kisses me, and his hand slides between us, fingers tracing through my folds, spreading the wetness. I gasp against his mouth, and every nerve ending zings alive at once.

“Christ,” he murmurs against my lips. His fingers circle my clit with the perfect pressure. “You’re so wet.”

“Four days,” I manage. “And then this. What did you expect?”

He pushes two fingers inside me, and my walls grip him as my hips roll into his hand. Pleasure zips through me, and I moan.

He curls his fingers and finds the spot that drives me wild. His eyes stay locked on my face, and he murmurs, “Good girl.”

His fingers aren’t enough. “I need you inside me.”

“Beg for it.”

“Please, please. I need you to come inside me. Like you always do. Like four days didn’t happen.”

“That’s my girl.”

The thick head of his cock presses against my entrance. I hold his gaze as he pushes in slowly. Every ridge of him drags along my walls. The stretch builds until I’m whimpering and my legs hook around his hips.

When he’s fully seated, pleasure pings every nerve ending deep inside. My pussy clenches around him.

“Fuck, Lily.” His voice is gravel. “You feel—”

He doesn’t finish his thought. He pushes deeper, and this is what I want. Him, both of us, choosing this. Neither of us thinking about when it’s going to end.

His forehead drops to mine. He exhales hard. His hips still, and we stay locked together. His heart pounds against my chest.

“Look at me,” he says.

His face is inches from mine, his jaw set hard. His eyes are wide open. He’s looking at me like he’s not letting me leave again. I’m not going anywhere.

Then he pulls almost all the way out before slamming back home.

“Fuuuck,” I cry out as pleasure zaps every thought from my brain.

He fucks me with long strokes, every thrust dragging against that spot inside me that makes my eyes roll back. He watches me the whole time, gaze fixed on my face like he’s memorizing this moment.

My hands grip his shoulders, fingers sinking into the hard muscle, and all I can do is hold on. Every stroke sends jolts of electricity through my core.

I can’t control the sounds coming out of my mouth. Desperate, needy noises. Each whimper makes his jaw tighten.

“Don’t stop,” I moan as the room spins from pleasure. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

“Never.” His mouth finds my neck, teeth grazing my hammering pulse. “I’m going to fuck your pussy forever.”

He pushes deeper, grinding into me. “I’m going to keep you cumdrunk and happy.”

The pleasure builds in layers. Heat floods my veins while my body tenses. If he wasn’t fucking me, I might come from his words alone.

“You like that,” he murmurs against my throat. “You like the thought of all the cum you’re going to get?”