Leon carefully laid Rose onto the bed, and she surrendered to sleep almost imdiately, her body slumping heavily into the mattress. A loud, unrestrained snore burst out of her, echoing through the room, and she instinctively tugged the covers over herself, curling up tight like a cat seeking warmth.
"Ahhh~, L-Leon, if you do that, I’ll cum before you do...~" she mumbled out in her sleep, voice dripping with half-ford pleasure that only dreams could craft.
Leon let out a low chuckle, his shoulders shaking slightly. "I wonder what kind of dream she’s having."
It wasn’t hard to guess—it was obvious, really. A naughty dream, no doubt.
"Leon," I called out, my voice softer than I’d ant it to be. "Thank you for helping ."
"It’s nothing," he replied casually, his eyes warm, almost teasing. "Well then, I should go."
"Ah..." The small sound escaped before I could even think to stop it, my lips parting on their own.
Why? What the hell was wrong with ? Why did I let that slip out so suddenly?
"What is it?" Leon turned to face , brows raised slightly, the corners of his mouth lifting in curiosity.
"A-Are you busy?" I asked, my voice cracking slightly as my heart began to race.
Leon paused, tilting his head like he was weighing the question, then shook his head. "I don’t think so."
I felt heat creep up my neck as I stepped closer, my hands slipping behind my back to hide how they were trembling. I probably looked like so shy girl confessing for the first ti.
"A-Are you sure?" I asked again, my words spilling out clumsily.
"Yeah, I’m sure. Why do you ask?" His tone stayed light, almost playful, but deep down I could see it in his eyes—he knew. He definitely knew.
"Then..." I whispered, my pulse hamring so loud it almost drowned out my thoughts. When I got close enough, I reached out, grabbed the collar of his shirt, and pulled him to , pressing my lips hard against his.
My tongue slipped inside imdiately, tracing over the edge of his teeth before twisting around his tongue. The kiss was wet, hot, ssy, our breath mixing together as I swallowed every taste of him I could get.
It wasn’t even more than a kiss, but it was enough to make my legs feel shaky, my thighs clenching tight. Heat pooled between them, and I felt my panties turn damp, sticky with my juices.
Gosh, how could a man do this to a woman? Just being near him was enough to make wet. Or maybe I’d trained my own body to react this way. After all those nights I’d spent with my fingers buried inside myself, moaning his na into my pillow, it felt almost inevitable. Even back at the bar earlier tonight, when I saw him for the first ti in what felt like forever, my pussy had already started to ache. Really, this man was such a slut, knowing exactly how to get under a woman’s skin and make her lose control. But then again, that was only natural. A man who had so many won hanging onto him would know all the buttons to push.
"You’re pretty bold, Irene. Especially with Rose right there," Leon murmured when we pulled back, his lips still glistening.
"W-Well, I think she’s so knocked out she couldn’t wake up even if we shook the bed," I said quickly, casting a glance at Rose. She looked almost dead from how deeply she was out—but really, she was just stupidly drunk.
"What do you suggest we do, then?" he asked, his voice low, that sly smile playing at the edge of his mouth.
He knew exactly what was happening here—what I wanted—and yet he still pretended not to. Honestly, he was such an irritating asshole... and yet, damn it, I liked that about him too.
"Are you really sure you’re not busy? Don’t you have an appointnt with one of your girls tonight? Or maybe even a few?" I teased, words coming out more breathlessly than I’d planned.
"Well, I was supposed to get so company," he admitted, calm as ever, "but then you called, so I ca here instead. Maybe I can spend my ti with you instead?"
"Fufufufu~ You really are hopeless," I laughed softly, my voice teasing but my chest tight with anticipation. "But I’m not saying I’m against it, you know."
That’s when my eyes landed on the couch tucked away at the side of the room, half-hidden in the shadows.
An idea sparked in my mind, and I couldn’t help the tiny smirk tugging at my lips.
"Leon, why don’t you sit there?" I suggested, nodding toward it.
Without a word, Leon walked over and sat down, resting back casually as if waiting for my next move.
But that wasn’t quite what I ant.
"No, Leon, sit on the floor," I said, my voice coming out rougher, almost commanding, and my own heart jumped at the sound of it.
"Huh?" His brow arched in surprise.
"Hurry up and do it," I pressed, my chest tight with nerves I couldn’t quite explain.
Leon just shrugged, his expression amused, and lowered himself to sit on the floor in front of .
I moved to the couch and slowly lowered myself onto it, then placed my stocking-covered feet gently onto his thighs.
"What are you going to do now?" he asked, his voice light but his eyes dark with interest.
I swallowed hard, heat crawling up my neck and over my face. My breathing had grown heavy, each inhale feeling hotter than the last.
"Why don’t you unzip yourself and let see your penis now?" I asked, the words spilling out with a mix of sha and shalessness, my lips curling into a nervous smile.
The crotch of my stockings felt unbearably damp now, the sticky heat pressing against my skin, and every breath felt ragged and raw.
But Leon didn’t move. He just t my gaze calmly.
"I don’t know why you want that, but isn’t the one who’s actually desperate the one who should make the move?" His voice was steady, and his eyes flicked downward knowingly. "I an, you’re obviously soaking through your stockings."
"What?"
"Well, from this angle—and the way you keep spreading your legs—I can see the wet patch on your crotch. You’re really perverted, you know that?"
Heat flared painfully in my face. Goodness, could he really see that?
My throat tightened, and I had to force myself to swallow.
"So if you really want it," Leon added, his voice quiet but unyielding, "you can pull it down yourself."
My pulse roared in my ears, my breathing turning rough, chest rising and falling faster. I was so horny it felt like my whole body was burning from the inside out.
So, trembling, I raised one foot and pressed it against the bulge in his pants. His cock was already hard under the fabric, its shape clear against my sole. Carefully, I curled my toes around the zipper and tugged it down, the small sound of tal scraping filling the air.
Then, using both feet, I worked at unbuttoning his pants, hooking my toes under the waistband of his underwear. With a slow, shaky pull, I dragged them down.
His cock sprang free, hard and proud, throbbing slightly in the dim light with it standing tall, shaless, as if it knew exactly what it was doing to .
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