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Your mind goes fuzzy the moment he grinds into again, deep, drawn-out with his impossibly thick cock that had you wondering how he managed to even fit inside you. An hour of sloppy make-outs, sucking hickeys on your pretty breasts and working you open on four of his hefty fingers after you had gotten so tight during his three weeks away – he prepped you halfway through oblivion, drawing blissfully intense orgasms out of your trembling thighs like it was his sole purpose in life.

With your slippery cunt that finally had managed to stretch enough, he had put your pliant body on your stomach, spreading your twitchy thighs until all the creamy slick clinging to them strings into thin strands before separating and dripping down onto the ruined sheets. Settling above the apex of your thighs, elbow on either side of your shoulders, he fed his cock into you inch by inch, making you feel just how much your cunt missed him inside you, rubbing against all the sweet spots until your eyes were rolled back, your hand weakly reaching back to hold his because it was just so much and you needed him to coo you through it.

Light kisses onto your shoulderblade where little purple bruises were forming, traveling up to your neck until he could feel your racing pulse under his lips, lapping at it. With all eight inches settled inside you, pretty cunt stretched out around the base, looking like it’s taking something it wasn’t made for, he rolled his hips into you. Digging deeper, sinking into the fat of your pretty ass.

With him, prone inside you, you could feel far more than usual. Veins prominent, the curve of his cock rubbing against the gooey place that had your body shuddering, cunt clenching like you wanted him to stay right there forever. His bulbous tip gently nudges against your cervix every other stroke, begging to stuff a big load of pent up cum right there. Your moans had long turned to whimpers, a little drool on the pillowcase under you.

“G-god…I missed this. I missed you, d-doll.”

He was grunting in a way he only did when he was desperate, consumed in need. You can only mumble something incoherent back, feeling your sensitive walls shuddering in face of another orgasm. You don’t know if you can cum anymore, feel like your nerves were burning deliciously, but burning nonetheless. Your clit, being ground into the sheets with every single one of Leon’s shallow thrusts, was swollen, sitting above your slickened folds, throbbing as it sat in a puddle of it’s own juices. So goddamn sticky and hot.

You squeeze his hand, the only warning he got before your back arches and your cunt clamps down so hard he needs to stop his movement, own thighs tensing like he was trying to hold back before he blew a load in you, wanting to draw it out. You hear his groans, just know that he was screwing his eyes shut, sweat dripping down his forehead, lips agape as he balanced on the edge to bliss.

When you ride out your high, your body settles with a few shudders coming right from your sensitive clit. Leon’s length still stood proud inside you, hard, even if twitching, fighting a loosing battle against his own pleasure.

“L-Leon…”

You croak out.

“What’cha need, doll?”

“Mh…come closer.”

He hums, obediently lowering himself until his chest sat right on your back, his weight pressing you down. You don’t know how, didn’t know your body could feel that way, but as he weighs you down, he feels even bigger inside you.

He lets go of your hand gently, arm coming around your throat until it sat right at the swell of his elbow and you could see his thick, veiny arms inches away.

“This good, doll?”

He didn’t tighten his arm, just holding so you rested against the thick muscle.

“Yeah…”

You let out a dreamy sigh. Way better – you let your fingers sink into his bicep squeezing a few times until you felt somewhat more in control of your body again. He takes it as a sign to start moving again.

Now chasing his own high between your pink walls, his movement become a little more erratic. You think you can’t give him any more orgasms and he seemed to know, deciding to put an end to it with you in a headlock. Using you like a tight hole, while making sure nothing would ever come close to actually hurting, he presses kiss after kiss to your temple. Words of praise rain down, even if stuttered and littered with broken moans. His arm tightens slightly and you whimper happily. No pressure on your windpipe, just being held.

You think it’s impossible, but with all the sweet talk and your clit so sensitive you probably would squirt if you touched it with his fingers now, you feel another orgasm approach. It comes in fast and intense. Leon stuffs you full with his load with a grunt, your walls flutter, painting another creamily messy ring around his base. Your teeth instinctively sink into the meaty flesh of his bicep, biting, hard before you feel like you might actually just implode. The stutter of his hips make you believe he likes it.

Until you come down, he uses his free hand to stroke your hair, own heavy breathing bouncing off the walls of his apartment.

“F-fucking amazing, sweetheart. You’re fucking amazing.”

He rarely got so breathless, his forehead against the back of your head, sweaty.

“God, I love you. Missed you all these weeks. Nothing could ever replace you, y’hear?”

He had softened inside you, but not pulled out. If he did, the sheets probably couldn’t be saved anymore. Well, not like you cared. A content smile spread across your lips. You missed him, too.