#hispg talks

Leon Kennedy was a man who carried great prestige on his shoulders, yet when he was off duty, he preferred to be called only by his first name. Leon never felt he should brag about himself, so he preferred to act like a normal, discreet civilian. So if you hadn't been curious enough to ask his friend Chris who Leon was, you wouldn't know much about him.

After all, how could you not pay attention to that mysterious man who showed up at the bar religiously every Friday? Visibly older, covered in muscles that showed every time he wore a shorter shirt, or dark blond hair that always seemed to be messed up in the sexiest way possible. Oh, and the blue eyes that always seemed to be looking into your soul? The man looked like he had stepped straight out of a movie.

Discreet was an adjective that didn't describe how secretive Leon was about himself, and by chance, you had your eyes on him from the first time you saw him, and then came the sudden curiosity about him. It was mutual, because Leon was observant enough to notice that you came to the same bar as him, on the same days and at the same times, and he had a strong suspicion that you were watching him to find out his routine.

It bothered him at first, but after a few flirtatious glances and smiles, he fell for it. He could be many things, but at the end of the day he was just a man, and he couldn't resist when it came to a good drink and the bonus of a beautiful woman.

One thing led to another, and after a devilishly stressful week, what could be more relaxing than a good drink and possibly taking you to bed? He already had ambitious plans for the whole night, and when, after some flirting and a few wandering hands here and there, you agreed to go to a motel with him, his mood suddenly improved.

Once in the room, Leon let you wander around, admiring things as if you had never seen anything like it before. He took his time approaching you, a little awkwardly at first, but soon found his place behind you.

“Do you like it?” he asks, playing with the strap of your dress.

You nodded vigorously, giving him a slight smile that answered him as well as the nod.

“Very well, maybe you should get used to it...” he said, leaving the innuendo hanging in the air.

And before you could answer, his hands found your waist and pulled you close, with a grip that made you let out a gasp of surprise. He held you tight, holding you with a strong grip that was incredibly warm somehow.

“You still remember how to do it…” You joke, placing your hands under his biceps and feeling them flex under your fingers, which, incidentally, give them a firm squeeze to better feel the muscles.

He then chuckles, and it seems genuine from the sparkle in his eyes. Naughty.

“I know better than most people...” He says as he smirks at you, pulling you toward him and stealing a peck on the lips.

With a speed you thought was almost superhuman, he had you lying on the bed, legs spread to accommodate him between them, and he fit perfectly there, in just the right place.

Seeing your surprised expression, he knew he had you in the palm of his hand, just as he wanted. Without delay, he kissed you hard on the lips, his hot mouth pressing firmly against yours, moving against you in perfect harmony, just as when he put his tongue inside your mouth, his wet muscle wrapping around yours with otherworldly precision, almost leaving you breathless just from the kiss.

You even thought Leon wouldn't be so forward, but when you felt his hands wandering over your body, and without any innocence going straight for your ass, you realized you were very wrong. He squeezed you, pulled you close, made you rub against the tent that formed in his pants, a complete bastard, and didn't hide anything at that moment.

In the blink of an eye, he slipped his hand under your panties, tracing your slit, threatening to touch you but never following through, just his fingertips on your warm cunt. He then placed his thumb on your clit, caressing it while still kissing you, silencing your noises. He played with your clit, flicking it from time to time but never keeping his movements fixed there.

His fingers were skilled, once he slid them inside you he already knew exactly what to do, he didn't take long to go deep, twisting his fingers and staring at you, trying to find that sweet spot he knew was there.

“Here...” You moan, holding his fist and guiding his movements. And it was like giving a gun to someone who wants to kill you, because at that very moment he pressed his fingers into a sweet spot on your spongy walls, making you see stars.

Leon grinned slightly when he saw how easy it was to get you in that state, writhing and whimpering so slyly. It was beautiful to see how responsive you were, just seeing your nipples harden in front of him was all he needed to make his cock throb inside his pants.

And in a moment, he lowered his face and took one of your nipples in his mouth, letting you enjoy the sensation of his tongue wrapping around your breast as he sucked you loudly and obscenely, giving you light bites from time to time.

That, combined with the fact that he was still fingering you, was maddening, and you found yourself gasping even more with everything at once.

With his fingers moving incessantly inside you, slowly curving and hitting several pleasurable spots along with the flicks he was giving you, you already knew it wouldn't last long. The way his fingers were already covered in your juices was a big indication.

After he was satisfied sucking on your breast, he left you with a small ‘pop’ sound, looking at your breasts and licking his lips just from seeing you like that. If it were up to him, he would spend the whole night licking and nibbling on them.

“Leon, I'm close, close—” you gasped, your hands desperately pulling at the covers so you could anchor yourself.

“You're going to get there, why don't I show you, mh?” He purrs, scissoring you while taking the opportunity to massage your clit with his thumb, putting strong pressure on your sensitive little buddy.

You called his name in a breathy tone, followed by a whisper that warned him you were close, but honestly, it's not like he didn't know that. He could feel you clenching against him, or did you think the way you were moaning and writhing beneath him wasn't a big enough clue?

“So why don't you come, hm?” He whispers, sounding like a little devil in your ear as he caresses your clit, maliciously taking advantage of the moment to give your poor little friend a hard slap.

At that moment, all you could hear was the wet sounds of his fingers going in and out of you, besides your heavy breathing, but once you decided to look him in the eyes and he responded with a roguish smile, my God, you were done for.

And you clenched around him, your eyes closing tightly as you arched your back, feeling like you were seeing stars, and in a way, you were. Because nothing could beat the delicious feeling of coming on his fingers, your body responded so obediently to his command that he felt his cock throb at the same moment, just seeing your folds painting his thick fingers was enough to drive his imagination wild.

“It wasn't difficult, was it?” He asks, watching as you struggle for air beneath him, your chest rising and falling as you gasp heavily.

You laugh breathlessly, opening your eyes to look at him for the first time after orgasm, only to receive a tug on your lip. Leon didn't waste much time in nibbling your lower lip as a way to distract you from the fact that he was already undoing his pants. You only realized it from the sound of his belt coming undone. He was quick at what he did, a lot of practice led to that.

He made a point of taking off his shirt, leaving him completely naked in front of you. And if he wasn't a sight for sore eyes, the man was a machine of muscles that looked like they had been hand-sculpted. Even with his age, he seemed to be in top shape, and not even the scars were able to erase everything he had.

You bite your lip, looking him up and down as you assess him. Six-pack abs, huge, meaty biceps, toned thighs, and a mouthwatering cock. Pink head, full of veins and eagerly hard for you, with a line of delicious precum dripping from the tip. And big enough to make you clamp your thighs together in anticipation, you were certainly in for a ride.

Without much ceremony, he returned to the bed, kissing you wetly on the lips as he helped you sit up, and to your surprise, he wasn't going to do mommy and daddy, he actually had very different plans.

He turned you over onto the mattress, putting you on all fours and pressing your face against the soft surface. For some reason, Leon wasn't the type who liked to look into the eyes of casual encounters, and he was demonstrating this perfectly to you. His hand held your head so you couldn't look at him.

On your back, you felt his warmth, his chest pressed against your back as he pressed himself against you, kissing your back lightly to distract you from what he was about to do. And for a brief moment you felt breathless when his bulbous tip invaded you, and he took his sweet time, sinking into you inch by inch, until you felt completely filled with him, and he did it masterfully. The man grunted with the feeling of being nestled so well, you curled up so perfectly that he found himself wondering if anyone had ever managed to do something so delicious.

“Tight fit... Just perfect, don't you think...?” He pronounces, giving you a light and deep thrust, his tip going so deep that you couldn't even imagine. He was just making you feel every inch of him, as he should.

“Good... Yes... That’s good...” you murmur between moans and whimpers, your eyes rolling back in your head with each thrust of his hips against yours, making his cock go deep into that sweet spot, only for him to pull out again and slowly sink into you, repeating the cycle viciously.

You hear him chuckle followed by a groan, the hand pressing your head against the mattress pulls your hair, making you lift your head a little so he can at least understand what you're saying.

“Are you already cockdrunk, sweetheart?” Leon purrs, and just him calling you sweetheart makes you clench around him in such a pathetic way, as if he had said the dirtiest thing in the world to you.

He grunted in response, and in retaliation, he pulled out of you completely, leaving you empty and desperate for a few seconds, but before you could protest anything, you felt the tip of him at your entrance, slowly rubbing against your wet opening. You then arched your hips, a sly moan escaping your lips as you almost desperately rubbed against him and searched for any kind of friction.

“Why don't you use your words...? Huh? I can't understand you if you don't speak...” He teases, giving your clit a little pat with his cock.

“Oh please… Please…” you beg, moving your hips back and forth, your hands gripping the sheets as tightly as you can.

“That sounds sweet… But I know you can do better…” Leon says in a mocking tone, enjoying the way you once again beg him coyly.

You gather your words and beg once more, whimpering like a slut, lifting your ass up to him even more, like a bitch in heat.You couldn't see him, but you could feel his smile on his face when he saw what you did, patting your ass as a sign of approval.

“Atta girl.” He grunted, sliding into you all at once, without giving you any warning of what he was going to do.

You didn't even have time to breathe when he started pounding into you, faster than before, still taking his time to push deep inside you, making sure you felt every inch, every vein, every bit of him.

With the wet slapping sounds of him entering and leaving you continuously, it was all that echoed in the room, his balls slapping against your skin, which, in addition to the obscene noise, made you roll your eyes every time it hit your clit just right.

His cock moved in and out almost viciously, and all you could hear from Leon were his grunts, which he couldn't hold back even though he tried hard. Your wet heat was like he was inside a paradise he didn't want to leave anytime soon. And suddenly, he grabbed you, reaching down to hug you and rubbing himself against you, and soon after, before you could ask any questions, he whispered breathlessly to you:

“Are you going to take it? You know you will, as you should.” Serious and bossy words, and you understood why soon after.

Leon began to pump his hips into you, humping against you as if he were a dog in heat with no control, focused only on eating the pussy he wanted so badly. It was far from gentle, each thrust of his hips into you was a moan he pulled from the back of your throat.

Leon's fucking was dirty, mixed with the sounds of your moans and his grunts every time he sank into you, your mind a hot mess every time he went into you, the way he was holding on to you was maddening, every movement of his hips hitting you made you clench around him, and in return he gave you a hard stroke as punishment, the kind that made the bed shake and creak more than usual.

And in one of those moments, you felt you were close, your pussy clenching and relaxing around him desperately, every sensation of his tip hitting the right spot making your legs even more shaky. And then you came, your walls spasming around Leon's cock as you came on him, your eyes closed tightly and your mouth open as you moaned, even drooling in the process because it felt so good.

And Leon was just a man, the poor guy couldn't hold out for long when your walls tightened around him, and you gave him the delicious sensation of coming on him, of making a mess on his cock, and soon he felt his balls pulsing, he already knew he was there.

And he quickly pulled out of you, jerking himself off a few times, and soon spurting hot, thick jets of his cum on your back and ass, moaning softly as he did so. You felt the heat run down you, and it made you clench around nothing for some reason.

He still held your hips while catching his breath, but you still felt him take a towel and wipe you down, very gently, then letting you lie down since your trembling legs were a sign that you couldn't hold that position much longer.

Before you could even turn around, you heard the sound of his belt, followed by the sound of clothes rubbing against each other, a clear sign that he was getting ready to leave.

When you turned to look at him, he was adjusting his pants, zipping them up without even glancing at you. He was methodical, not missing a beat as he made the final adjustments to his clothes.

The man was pure business, even when he took out a small card with his number on it and handed it to you, his gaze was cold, and strangely charming.

“Here, you can call if you want,” he said, tilting his head as you examine the card.

With what little shame you had left, you covered yourself and put the card in your purse, turning away for a brief second, a satisfied smile appearing on your lips as you stared at his figure.

“So... shall we do this again sometime?” The question was provocative, but there was a slight air of anticipation on your part. Well, with your legs trembling and that feeling of pleasure coursing through your body, how could you not want more?

He then finally looked you up and down, contemplating something until he let out a breath through his nose, perhaps a laugh, a humorous sigh, hard to tell.

“Same place, same day and time. Be on time.” From his tone, you could swear he was talking about some mission, something like that, but it was about you.

“But... Only next week...?” You ask with a forced pout, looking at him with a mischievous look.

He seemed surprised, and to your delight, he didn't seem to reject the idea, at least he was thinking about it. And you were already expecting a no given his coldness at times, but the reaction was different.

With silent steps, he walked up to you, sneaking up until he was in front of you, one hand cupping your cheek while holding your face firmly, eyes fixed on you.

“Stay tonight...” You whisper, not taking your eyes off him for a second.

Unexpectedly, he pressed his face against yours, slowly pressing his body against yours and pushing you back onto the bed, pinning you against him and leaving you with no way out.

His breath was warm against your cheek, you could feel his lips brushing against your soft skin as if they were light caresses, his free hand that wasn't holding your face soon ended up on your waist, under the blanket you were using as protection, and you felt the warmth of his calloused fingers on your skin.

A light chuckle in your ear was all it took for you to press your legs together, and then he murmured in a hoarse voice that was enough to make you weak in the knees.

“Don't make me regret this...” That was all he said before kissing your ear, once again staring at you with those striking blue eyes.

Once he heard your little laugh, he was on top of you again, like a hungry man. And you had asked for it, hadn't you? So he, like a gentleman, would spend the whole night with you.