All I can think of, all I can focus on, is Leo, Leo, Leo.
I cry out when I peak. Instead of slowing down, he f***s me harder, faster and more aggressively. My second orgasm is even bigger than the first, and when it’s done with me, I can barely move. I’m in a daze.
I’m only vaguely aware of Leo growling as he empties himself again and again. And when that last thrust finishes, when his body shudders into stillness, the safe warmth I’ve been chasing since the moment I woke up envelopes me like a dream.
He doesn’t kiss me or hold me afterwards. I’d never expect something like that from someone ike him.
I asked him to f**k me, and that’s what he did. That’s all he did.
Tomorrow, I might look back on this as a mistake. But for right now, I’m content. And when I fall back to sleep, I don’t
