I stepped back, horrified. “You’re sick in the head.”
He didn’t stop.
He didn’t even blink.
Right there, in front of me, Leo reached down and wrapped his hand around his c**k—my name falling from his lips like a prayer. “f**k Alessia, all I keep thinking is your wet p***y and my c**k pumping inside you.”
“Leo—God! Just stop,” I said, backing away.
He kept stroking. Slow and Deliberate, making sure he was taking all the time in the world so I could see.
“You’re already in my bed,” he said, voice low, breath heavy. “In my house, Wearing my shirt with those sexy hard n*****s poking out. You’re part of this now, babe. Might as well admit it.”
I shook my head. “You're disgusting.”
“And you're dripping,” he murmured, not missing a beat and I made a mistake of staring at his c**k, it was
