Chapter 12 Leo
LEO
Sora’s pussy might just be the best thing I’ve ever tasted. She’s positively dripping for me, and it takes next to nothing to bring her to a second orgasm. If my cock weren’t so painfully hard at this point, I would be tempted to go down on her all night.
But I need to get the hard part over with eventually, before she’s too tired to enjoy it and I’ve lost every last ounce of self-control. Taking a girl’s virginity isn’t always the most pleasurable thing—and I’m a little concerned about my size when she’s as tight as she is.
This could be tricky, but I’m a man of my word, and I want this night to be a good one for her—even if it’s not going to be easy.
Sora’s fingers loosen in the sheets, her thighs relaxing as she slowly comes down from her climax, and I run my tongue along her silky slit one last time before pulling away.
“That was… What was that?” she asks breathlessly, her cheeks flushed even beneath the layer of makeup covering her flawless skin.
I really don’t understand why she needs it when she has the most beautiful complexion I’ve ever seen.
Releasing a low chuckle, I lower her thighs back to the bed and straighten so I can finish undressing. “That, Princess, is cunnilingus,” I say playfully.
“Well, whatever linguist came up with that… really knew his stuff,” she says, her eyes sliding closed luxuriously.
“You really are innocent, aren’t you?” I ask, pulling the tails of my shirt out of my slacks and shrugging out of it.
“Is that such a bad thing?” she asks defensively, her eyes flying open, and when they land on my bare chest, she swallows convulsively, her tongue darting out to wet her full lips.
Glancing down at the map of tattoos I typically keep covered, I smirk. “It’s not a bad thing at all. I just would have thought, at your age, you’d have picked up more.”
“From whom, my mother? She’s the one who was in charge of my education.”
I almost feel bad for Sora, having such a sheltered life.
Compared to me and my brothers, who were practically tossed into the world without apology, her life must have been lonely.
But then, the Yakuza prize women whom their husbands can shape completely to fit their needs.
The less she knows of the outside world, the better bride she will make.
“Fair point,” I say. “Not that I’m complaining. I’m rather enjoying discovering all your firsts. First time you’ve seen a man without his shirt?”
“Unless you count Kenji when we were younger.”
“I don’t. Well? What do you think?” I ask, offering up the distraction as I unbuckle my belt.
“You have more hair than I expected,” she admits, sitting up and extending her hand tentatively toward me before stopping herself. “Not to say you’re hairy. I just didn’t realize you would grow any on your chest.”
Chuckling, I take her hand and guide it toward my chest. “You can touch if you want,” I add, releasing her as soon as her fingers reach my skin so she can explore freely. “The hair is an Italian thing. We’re known for having plenty of it.”
“And you’re so… muscular,” she says, awe filtering into her voice as her fingers trace softly over my pecs and down my abs.
“Is that a good thing or a bad thing?” I tease.
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips a second time, and when her eyes flick up to mine, they’re a deeper onyx than before. Definitely a good thing, I would say.
“Good,” she breathes. “These tattoos, do they have meaning?”
“Maybe not like the Yakuza Irezumi,” I say. “But they mean something to me.”
Sora nods, seeming engrossed by the artwork as she traces the lines of my black ink. The featherlight touch makes my cock throb, and I swallow hard as I stand before her in nothing but my boxer briefs, straining with the effort not to push her down onto the bed and claim her with passion.
A sharp breath rushes past her lips, her eyes darting down to the way my cock twitches in my underwear, and she jerks her hand back like she was burned.
“Did I do something wrong?” she murmurs, suddenly anxious again.
“On the contrary,” I rasp, leaning in to wrap one arm around her waist and planting my other hand on the bed beside her. “I like it when you touch me.”
Sealing our lips in a searing kiss, I pull her against me and guide us both back onto the bed. As she lies flat beneath me, I press my knee between hers, spreading her legs. Sora’s breaths quicken, her muscles tensing, and her shoulders lift anxiously as she senses what’s coming.
“Relax, Cattiva,” I urge softly. “I promise, before we’re done tonight, you’ll be begging for more.”
She nods, a bit too urgently to convince me she believes me, and when I press my lips to the base of her throat, I can feel how quickly her pulse is racing.
Slowly, I work my way down her body, pressing kisses to her collar bone, her breasts, her nipples.
I can feel her melting beneath my touch, her tension ebbing as her anxiety gives way for her arousal.
So I continue to lavish her with attention, lightly nipping and kissing my way down to her navel.
When she’s well and fully distracted, her eyes closed and her lips softly parted in a look of pleasure, I rock back to slide my boxer briefs off, then return to her body, barely missing a beat.
Her eyelids flutter, her breasts rising and falling with each shuddering breath, and when I make my way back up her body, tasting every inch of her pale, satiny flesh, I know she’s ready for me.
Bracing on one forearm as I align our bodies, I settle between her thighs. Sora shivers as I reach between us with one hand to run my fingers through her folds, and she whimpers as I collect the slick arousal coating them.
“So wet and eager for me, aren’t you?” I breathe against the fluttering pulse at her throat. “Such a good little princess.”
I can tell she wants the praise. Her nipples harden against my chest, her thighs quivering against me. Leaning in, I press a soft, lingering kiss to her lips, and her head follows me up off the bed as I pull back.
“This first part might hurt,” I warn, looking deep into her eyes, “but just for a minute.”
She nods, pressing her lips together as if readying to muffle a scream.
“Breathe, Sora,” I encourage, grasping my painfully hard length and stroking the tip between her folds.
God, she’s so wet, it feels like I’m inside her already, and I bite back a groan as I fight every carnal urge to plunge inside her hot depths without restraint.
“Relax,” I murmur—as much for my benefit as hers at this point.
I can feel her trying to obey as my swollen tip finds her entrance. Her cool breath washes over my shoulder as she releases it, slow and steady, to calm herself.
“Good girl,” I rasp, and when she softens to the praise, I press inside her several inches.
Sora gasps, the sound so sweet and disarming, I pause without thinking, reading her body language. Damn, she’s tight—so tight it almost hurts. But as she throbs around me, a surge of incomparable pleasure rushes up my spine, blinding me momentarily.
“You’re so… big,” she whispers, a hint of fear tingeing her tone.
“You’ll get used to me,” I assure her. The deep sense of possessive satisfaction that rises in me is entirely unexpected, but knowing that I’m the only man she’ll ever know, knowing that I’m the only one who will ever hear her cries of ecstasy, is the sweetest victory I didn’t even realize I wanted until this moment.
And with that victory, I want to conquer her pleasure too, to know that my touch will be the only one that undoes her—and every time I touch her, she will expect pleasure.
“Are you ready to take a little more of me?” I murmur, trailing kisses along the curve of her neck to lightly nip her earlobe.
Her walls tighten dangerously around my cock, and my balls ache with the need to fill her with my cum. But not yet. I want to make her come while I’m inside her first.
“There’s more?” she asks, her pitch high enough to give away her nerves.
My low chuckle makes her clench around me again, and I love the way I seem to affect her. Sora might appear untouchable, but behind her serene composure, I’m starting to find a woman who might be nothing short of addicting.
“If I promise I’ll make you come on my cock, will you trust me?”
I lean back a little to peer into Sora’s onyx eyes when she doesn’t answer right away, and she sucks anxiously on her lower lip before giving me a sharp nod.
With a hum of approval, I reach up to cup her jaw, pressing my thumb to her chin so she has to release her lip, then I lean in to claim it for my own. And as I let my hand slowly run down her neck and chest to cup her breast, Sora arches into my touch.
Palming the supple flesh, I take her nipple between my finger and thumb and slowly roll it. The lusty moan she releases makes my cock throb, and as a fresh wave of arousal floods her tight channel, I sink deeper inside her, slowly filling her to the hilt.
Sora whimpers, the sound an electric current that jolts straight to the base of my spine, and the protective instinct that slams through me steals my breath away.
“God, you feel so good,” I groan, my cock pulsing when she tightens around me in response. And damn, she does.
Sex might not be a new experience for me, but this is the first time I’ve been inside a woman raw—no condom to serve as a barrier between us.
Sora’s wet heat combined with the intensity of her tightness is making black dots burst behind my eyelids.
It’s the single most intoxicating sensation I’ve ever known, and the thought of being buried inside her when I come only makes it that much more exciting.
“Such a perfect princess, taking all of my cock,” I rasp, slowly rolling my hips as I move inside her. “Should I let you come as a reward?”
Sora gasps, her back arching, and her arms fly up to wrap around me, her fingers pressing into the muscles between my shoulder blades as she clings to me. “Yes,” she whimpers with pain-filled pleasure.