His Game by B.L. Brooks
Leo
Afucking strip club?
Really?
Baby girl has me raging as I pace in front of our bed, my eyes cutting to her laying naked on the sheets, her legs spread just as I ordered as soon as we got here. I practically ripped that travesty of a bikini off the second I secured her in the house.
“You fucking showed my pussy and tits to those nasty fucks?” I grunt, my fury only adding to the raging inferno that beats between my legs.
My cock is harder than it’s ever been, the length a throbbing ache that’s been dripping pre-cum ever since I walked into that hell hole and saw…
Christ. I groan, palming my stiff length, thinking of the perfect picture my Mila made on that stage...so lush, so ripe with those round tits just begging for me.
“Leo,” she whispers, her eyes shooting fire my way. I slap her wet slit, giving her a warning look as she moans out, unable to give in to the pleasure building.
I rein myself in as she moans, reminding me the only thing saving every man in that club is the fact I showed up before a hand touched what’s mine. And by the looks of it, her wet, slick arousal is a needy greed…for me. Just like her eyes showed back at Blixxer—baby girl needs me.
“Never,” I hiss, sliding onto the bed, positioning my chest over her tiny frame as my cock pokes at her hole, immediately sucking in an inch as her aching pussy glides me in. “Ever. Will you do this again, baby girl. Have I made myself clear?” I snarl between gritted teeth, pressing my cock into the heaven between her legs as it squeezes through.
A hot liquid surrounds my shaft; her muscles shivering, loosening and tightening as her eyes go sultry. I want to thrust in hard, and while some part of me knows I should hold back, a bigger part knows I’m not that strong of a man.
Bearing no restraint, I ram my rod in, causing Mila to scream out as she takes in three quarters of my length.
Just a few more inches to go.
“D-deeper, Leo…please,” she whines, her breath stuttering out as she begs for something that’s happening regardless if she cares for it.
My lips slam down, halting her whines as my tongue moves deep inside her mouth as I kiss her like a man possessed, even half insane as I start to thrust in harder, unable to keep my hips still, even though she must be hurting. I can feel just what I’m breaking through—baby girl’s innocence.
“Leo!” Mila wails. “I’m so close already.” Her teeth biting down on her bottom lip.
She’s gone, utterly overtaken as she tries moving beneath me, taking on more. Though I can feel her quivers multiply as I stroke in harder, the wet heat coating us both. Her pussy only clenches, growing wetter as she fucking loves this, just as I do.
With her head tilted back, she moans out, enduring her pleasure as her orgasm ripples on my dick.
“Yes, fuck yes, baby girl. Come all over my fucking cock,” I growl, pounding her harder as she feels so damn good. “You’re going to make me come in your tight pussy, baby.”
And as the words roar out, my cock embraces the trapped pleasure, shooting my load deep off inside Mila as I slam in harder, spreading the mess between us as it only drives my obsession with my baby girl.
As she moans and we climax in tandem, I lean down, latching my lips onto a nipple as I keep hitting that pussy, grinding harder by every penetration as I hit her clit just right—or so I’m betting as she squirms under my hold.
Those sapphire eyes I’ve grown to love slowly roll back as I give her what she needs, unleashing my cock.
* * *
After another hourof exploring our bodies—learning what makes us go—I pull Mila’s spent body close, then sit up on my knees between her legs, taking my baby girl in. She’s exhausted on my gaze.
I take in her tits, traveling my way down to her bare slice of heaven, showing off the wreck I’ve created with our cum spread in masses.
My beautiful girl.
“I’m still mad at you, you know.” I hear, bringing my head to whip up as I find Mila staring at me. “But I know I shouldn’t be considering I can’t blame you for being mad at me…”
“Mad?” My heart thuds. “I could never be mad at you, baby girl. Mila, the only thing upsetting is the fact you ran off on me.” I clench my teeth, shaking the memory of coming home to an empty bed two nights ago. “The club certainly didn’t help the situation, I’ll say,” I growl. “Though why did you take off without a word?”
“You said to go home…I…I felt left in the dark and I didn’t know what to do. I don’t know what I was thinking,” she sniffles, her eyes beginning to well up as she lays spread in bed.
I shake my head. “Baby girl, no. You know I would never want you to leave. This is your home, Mila.”
“But…you wouldn’t even talk to me that night we rushed off. You didn’t even want to tell me what happened and I know it somehow was all because of me,” she whispers softly, making me realize baby girl feels guilt in all this.
I lean forward, taking a position over her as I hold her close.
“I didn’t want you experiencing a part of my life before…you fell in love with me.” I give her a kiss, then pull back up as she stiffens. “And I know you love me, Mila. I won’t accept anything less than your love; completely surrendering yourself to me, baby girl.” I slide a hand down to cup her ass, giving it a firm squeeze as she moans out.
“Leo, I—”
“Don’t argue, baby girl. You were mine the moment we met and as you can see, I’m never letting you go. Not ever,” I promise, as she’ll never leave my sight again.
Not ever.
“I, I don’t want you to.” Mila’s voice is a light whisper as she smiles up at me. “I love you, Leo. Deep down, I know I’ve loved you all this time…I just never brought myself to admit it.”
“Baby girl,” I groan, loving this open Mila I’m getting right now.
“I’m sorry for what I did. I only did what I thought I had to do tonight to get by and—”
“It’s no longer your problem to worry. I’m here now, baby. Don’t you get it?” I lean in, giving her another kiss as I need a feel of those soft lips again. Lifting back up, I watch her cheeks turn rosy as she makes me grin with such a beautiful smile in place. “You belong to me, Mila,” I tell her, pulling away. “And Leo Vendetti takes care of what’s his.”
