You barely get the door locked before Leon grabs you by the hips and shoves you face-first against the wall. His body is solid muscle and sweat behind you, still buzzing from the mission. “Been thinking about this cunt all fucking night,” he growls right in your ear, one hand already yanking your pants down to your knees. No slow striptease, no sweet words. Just his fingers shoving between your legs and finding you already wet.
“Fuck, you’re dripping,” he says, two thick fingers pushing straight inside you without warning. You gasp and push back on his hand. He pumps them hard, knuckles deep, curling just enough to make your knees shake. “That’s it. Take it. I’m not in the mood to be gentle tonight.”
You hear his belt clink and his zipper drop. Then the hot, heavy weight of his cock slaps against your ass. He doesn’t tease. He lines up and drives in with one rough thrust that knocks the air out of you. Your forehead hits the wall. Leon’s grip on your hips is bruising as he starts fucking you like he’s still running from zombies—fast, deep, relentless.
“Goddamn, this pussy’s tight,” he pants against your neck. “Been waiting for me to wreck it, haven’t you?” Every thrust slaps skin on skin. His balls smack your clit and you moan loud. He likes it loud. One hand leaves your hip to reach around and rub your clit in quick, dirty circles. “Come on it. Come on my cock right now.”
You do, clenching hard around him, thighs shaking. Leon doesn’t slow down. He fucks you straight through the orgasm, grunting every time your walls squeeze him. When your legs start to give out he pulls out, spins you around, and lifts you like you weigh nothing. Your back hits the wall again. He shoves back inside in one stroke, your legs wrapped around his waist.
“Eyes on me,” he orders. You look at him—blue eyes dark, jaw tight, mouth open as he pounds up into you. Sweat drips from his temple onto your chest. He leans in and bites your lower lip, then sucks it. “Tell me whose cock you’re taking.”
“Yours,” you gasp. “Leon—fuck—yours.”
“Damn right.” He slams in harder, the wet sound of your pussy taking him filling the room. One of his hands grabs your ass, fingers digging in, spreading you so he can get even deeper. You feel every inch stretching you, the head of his cock hitting that spot that makes you see white.
He carries you to the couch without pulling out, drops you on your back, and hooks your knees over his shoulders. The new angle is brutal. He leans over you, folding you in half, and fucks down into you like he’s trying to split you open. “Look at this greedy little hole,” he mutters, eyes fixed where his cock disappears inside you. “Swallowing every inch. You love getting used like this.”
You can only nod, too wrecked to speak. Your second orgasm builds fast, the pressure almost too much. Leon feels it. He reaches down and slaps your clit once, sharp, then rubs it again. “Come again. Soak my cock.”
You break with a loud cry, pussy pulsing around him. Leon groans, hips stuttering. “Fuck, that’s it—gonna fill you up.” He buries himself to the hilt and comes hard, cock throbbing as he pumps thick ropes inside you. He stays there, grinding through the aftershocks, making sure every drop stays buried.
When he finally pulls out, cum leaks down your ass onto the couch. Leon doesn’t move far.
He drops between your spread legs and drags two fingers through the mess, pushing it back inside you with a filthy smirk. “Not done with you yet,” he says, voice low. “Get on your knees. I want that mouth clean before I fuck you again on the bed.”
You slide off the couch, legs shaky, already reaching for his half-hard cock. Leon’s hand settles on the back of your head, guiding you forward. “Open wide. Good girl. We’ve got all night.”
