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You were on your tiny pajamas, laying on the bed, watching some boring stuff before he entered into the room. As soon as you looked at him, you jumped into his arms, kissing him. “Babe,” he groaned dramatically when he pulled off, “You have no idea. Mission was hell. I need you. Like… really need you, right now.”

You raised an eyebrow, already sensing the bullshit, but before you could argue about it, he looked at you those blue, pleading eyes. “Please. I need you. Just… sit on my face again? Let me drown in that pretty pussy. It’ll fix everything, I swear.”

Poor you, you didn't know the hell you put yourself through when you agreed to fulfill his fantasies, and Leon couldn’t stop thinking about suffocating between your thighs.

You sighed and you bit lip. “You sure it was that bad?” “Terrible,” he lied smoothly. His hands were already sliding up your thighs, “Come on, beautiful. Sit that gorgeous ass on me. Use my face again.”

You couldn’t resist the way he looked at you, let alone the way his hands were touching you. “Fine, you win,” you said shaking your head, and that bastard took off your pants and your underwear in a single movement. He lay back fully on the bed, yanking you forward until you were straddling his chest. “Now sit on my face and don’t hover.”

And you did, lowering yourself slowly, but he was impatient as hell. His hands gripped your ass cheeks and yanked you straight onto his mouth. His wet tongue immediately dragged through your folds, lapping up your slick with obscene and pornographic sounds. Leon sucked your clit into his mouth, groaning loudly into your cunt as you grinded down, his handsome face buried deeper between your thighs. You even forgot that his stubble tickled your skin.

His hands palmed and kneaded your butt roughly, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks as he urged you to grind. “Use my face, baby. Smother me. I want to suffocate under this perfect cunt.”

You rocked your hips, sliding your wet pussy over his eager mouth. Leon’s tongue pushed inside you, fucking you in filthy strokes while his nose rubbed firm circles against your swollen clit. He was in heaven: eyes half-lidded and glassy as he stared up at you, watching your tits bounce —under your tank top— and your face twist in pleasure. He could die right there, and he’d do it happily.

“I’ll tell you when I need air, until then keep that pretty pussy on my face,” he said, or you thought so, it wasn’t very clear. Every time you pressed down harder, cutting off his air, his grip on your ass tightened in ecstasy.

He sucked your clit between his lips, tongue flicking rapidly, then licked broad and slow from your dripping hole all the way up again. His face was a mess, saliva and your juices coated everywhere, but he couldn’t care less. He was right where he wanted to be.

“Hah— Leon, fuck” you gasped, grinding down with more force. His response was a deep moan, satisfied. He loved it when you got rough, letting all your weight settle. One of his hands left your ass just to freeing himself, palming his aching cock, squeezing the base. Then, he started to pump it slowly to keep from coming too soon. He wanted to come somewhere else…

Meanwhile you rode his face shamelessly now, thighs trembling around his head as you chased your pleasure, feeling like a slut. He pushed his face up into you with every downward roll of your hips. Leon’s tongue never stopped doing its job: lapping, sucking, devouring.

Your moans grew louder, hips moving frantically as his mouth kept working restlessly. His hand left his cock and now both of his hands were everywhere: squeezing your ass, spreading your cheeks, occasionally slipping a finger down to tease your tight little hole while his tongue speared deep into your cunt, giving you a glimpse of what was going to happen next.

When you finally came, you almost fainted, you definitely never felt that way, it was like you were floating between clouds. You cried out, thighs clamping tight around his head as your pussy pulsed against his mouth. Leon drank every drop, tongue still working you with the lame excuse of “cleaning you up”, licking until you were shaking due overstimulation.

Only then, he ease his grip, so you lifted yourself off his face. It was a dripping disaster, and he was proud for it. He licked his lips slowly, smirking like a devil. “I still feel a little bad, baby… and your pussy is the only cure.”

You were still trembling, of course you were, you just had one of the best orgasms in your life, but he gave you some seconds to catch your breath and calm yourself…

Then he flipped you. This wasn’t over, he wanted to come too.

Your back hit the mattress and he was on you instantly, spreading your legs wide with his knees, cock thick and painfully hard, leaking at the tip. Without asking, he dragged the head of his dick through your soaked folds, coating himself in your mess, and slammed in to the hilt in one brutal thrust.

“Fuck,” he growled against your ear, voice wrecked. “You’re so tight, it’s like you were made for me.” Leon set a punishing rhythm, hips snapping forward, balls slapping against your ass. You were still so sensitive from riding his entire face that every thrust made you whimper and whine, digging your nails into his back.

He leaned down, biting and marking your skin. “I’m gonna cum inside, you heard me? I’m breeding this tight little cunt.”

You moaned louder at his words, your pussy clenching hard around him. “Oh, so you like that.” He thrust deeper, grinding against your cervix with every stroke. “Want me to fill you up? Pump you so full of my cum it leaks out for days?”

His thumb circling your swollen clit in tight, mean little rubs while he fucked you harder. “Gonna cum so deep,” his voice breaking with need. “I’ve been waiting for this.”

You clenched violently around his cock, repeating his name as a mantra: your orgasm ripped through you. He groaned, his hips stuttering. “Fuck— ‘m gonna—. Take all of it.”

Hot and thick ropes of his cum exploded inside you, pullse after pulse, so much that it spilled out around his cock even while he was still buried deep, creamy white mixing with your own slick. He kept grinding through it, fucking his seed deeper, making sure it stayed where he wanted it.

He didn’t pull out, though. Instead he collapsed on top of you, cock still twitching inside your pussy, lips brushing your ear.

“Give me ten minutes,” he murmured, but you knew he would fall asleep. He’s almost fifty after all, and you would take advantage of it just to ask Sherry if that mission actually existed.

༘♡ ·˚↳ a/n: i imagine leon doing this exact face as he tells you that he had a terrible day. you just can not say no to those beautiful eyes and that pretty face. i’d be like ohhh baby come here and get what you want. dropping this bomb and im leaving… bye guys… jk i hope you liked it thanks for reading !!!

Leon and you have been together for months now, and you were a little bit —too much— inexperienced about sex, at twenty something you only had two boyfriends in your whole life, including him, but everything you knew about sex, Leon taught you. He was experienced: knew where to touch, where to kiss, where to bite and lick. Well, of course he knew, at forty-nine he almost knew anything. He was steady, confident, experienced and attentive, he lived enough to know what he craved and he wasn’t ashamed to ask for it. On the other hand, you still blushed when he whispered in your ear what he was going to do with you, and those red cheeks were his obsession.

You both were in bed, sharing kisses before sleep. But with him, it could never be just kisses. That man was always hungry for you, regardless day or time. He cupped your cheek and looked at you. “Can we try something?” he asked, “Try what?” you replied. “You, sitting on my face, sweetheart. I told you before: I want to eat you properly.”

Clearly you have never, never done that, not even considered it. So, your first thought was an absolutely no. “I-I don’t know, Leon” you whisper, shifting uncomfortably. “What if I’m too heavy? Plus, I might not… smell great… and what if I suffocate you?” He cut you off with a low, desperate sound, fingers tightening on your hips. “Please.”

You kept overthinking about it, but the way he was taking off your clothes and leaving a trail of kisses in your whole body made you —almost— forget all of your insecurities.

“You’re perfect and I’m so in love with you, I’ve been fantasizing about this for weeks. Let me worship you properly. Sit on my face and use me, I need it so badly you can’t even imagine how much.” He murmured, his voice filled with an unhidden hunger, as he kept kissing every inch of your naked body.

He was begging for it, and you could notice his cock twitching in his boxers at the mere thought of it, leaking precum all over his underwear. He desired you, no matter what.

You bite your lip looking at him: “You’re sure?” Leon replied instantly “baby, I’ll die happy if you smother me.” He gave you that deep tone and that exact smirk. “Please. Ride my entire face, use my tongue like your personal toy, don’t care if i can’t breathe, just… fuck, just sit please.”

You nodded, your cheeks were red but you crawled up his body, positioning your knees on either side of his head. He looked up at your wet pussy, and he couldn’t stop but imagine it wetter with his saliva. “Go lower, gorgeous.” Still hesitant, you sighed and obeyed. His hot mouth open and eager beneath you, hands gripping your ass, pulling you down harder and desperately. “Atta girl,” he murmured.

Leon finally got what he wanted, and he didn’t waste time.

His tongue dragged through your folds, licking up every space like a starved man —and he was—. He sucked your clit into his mouth, the obscene “pop” filling the room. His tongue flicking faster in your whole cunt, then he plunged it deep inside you, fucking you with hot strokes.

You cried out, feeling your thighs trembling. Of course he knew it’d feel good, but you were experiencing a lot of new sensations. Little sounds escaping from your lips.

He was completely buried in your cunt, nose pressed against your clit. “Fuck, princess, you taste so good,” he managed to growl between long licks. “So fucking sweet. But you should grind on my face, baby.”

Emboldened by his desperation, you started to move: you rocked your hips, sliding your soaked pussy over his tongue, his lips, and even his nose. You were using him, and he didn’t even complained. In fact, he enjoyed the moment when you started to ride his entire face with increasing confidence, moaning for it. His hands squeezed your ass, spreading you wider, holding you exactly where he wanted you.

You looked down. The sight was obscene: his handsome face completely hidden beneath your cunt, blue eyes locked in yours, his dirty blonde hair —with some gray strands— messy between your thighs.

Your hips kept moving on their own, grinding down against his eager mouth, his tongue worked your clit in tight, fast circles, savoring every drop of you.

“I want you to cum all over my tongue. Smother me while you do it.” He said, or you guessed so. You pressed down harder, fully sitting now, your ass cheeks smothering his face as you grind faster. His tongue lapping, sucking, fucking you relentlessly.

Your thighs started shaking violently, and he noticed it, so he sucked hard. When you lifted your hips just a little, spasming, he thrusted two fingers deep into your pussy, curling them against your g-spot while his tongue flicked mercilessly. He wanted you to come as soon as possible, and you did.

You came with a broken cry, grinding down hard as your orgasm crashed through you. Your pussy clenched and flooded his mouth, juices dripping down his chin and cheeks. He kept licking and sucking, drinking you down. His hands still on your ass, holding you firmly in place as he continued with worshipful licks, cleaning you up gently while you twitched from overstimulation.

Leon had been off the game all shift. Of course, the “incident” from few hours ago kept replaying in his head like a looped video he couldn’t pause: the way you covered his mouth, how your hand pumped him… no, he can’t think about it on the job, he didn’t want a boner, it would be embarrassing.

Lieutenant Branagh noticed Leon wasn’t on Earth, actually everyone could notice it. Marvin clapped the rookie’s shoulder, smirking, saying stuff like “Kennedy, you still with us or you daydreaming about that girlfriend of yours again?” and Leon rolled his eyes, muttering a half-hearted “I’m fine, sir.” He didn’t deny it, though, he could felt the heat crawling up his neck.

The second his shift ended, he was in his Jeep, driving to your place, because how could he go back to his house after all that? He didn’t want to jerk off with the memory, hell no, he wanted to be touched by his girlfriend. He parked in front of your door, killing the engine. He took a deep breath, just to make himself steady, and he climbed out. You heard him, you could recognize that engine even in a room full of noise. Leon knocked the door, politely, even when he was aching for you.

You opened the door, wearing an oversized shirt and a ““innocent”” smile. Without a word you did tiptoes and pressed a tiny peck on his lips. Leon leaned into you like the touch-starved puppy he was. “Hi” he mumbled with a little smile when you pulled back.

You smirked, tugging him inside, closing the door behind him. Your hands moved with purpose, unbuckling his belt in one smooth motion. Touché. Those baby blue eyes locked onto yours, waiting and silently begging. You gave his chest a firm push, sitting him down on the couch. “Kennedy, you’ve been thinking ‘bout what i did earlier all day… haven’t you?” you said in a lower tone, climbing onto his lap and straddling him. You were evil and you didn’t have any underwear on, and he realized it when he felt your wet pussy, making a mess on his tactical pants. He nodded at your question, blushing. “Ah-ah, use your words” you said, caressing his cheek. “Yes ma’am, couldn’t stop…”

You smiled, whispering “cute”, pulling the belt free from his pants, then you took his wrists, guiding them together in front of him, and looped the belt around them, cinching it tight. “I’m gonna do whatever I want with you, and you… you aren’t allowed to touch. Got it?”, he looked up at you, helpless. So fucking pretty. “Yes, ma’am”. You cupped his jaw, your thumb brushing his lower lip, “good boy.” Leon whimpered softly at the praise, hips twitching beneath you. His cock was already throbbing against his uniform pants, begging for attention he knew wouldn’t come until you decided he’d earned it.

You leaned in, lips brushing his ear. “Now… tell me exactly what you were thinking about during your shift, rookie.” Leon obeyed, quickly. “That detail… You know” he stopped to catch the breath. “You, doing my lunch… Then what happened, uh… T-the bathroom thing…” You smirked, “the bathroom thing? I don’t know what are you talking about, enlighten me.” He blushed, “you know, your tight fist wrapped around… around my dick, God… milking it s-so good…”

You bit his neck softly, “are you getting shy?”, and he nodded, but he kept talking. “I… I liked it a lot, the way your hand was against my mouth.” Satisfied by his answer, you rolled your hips once against the hard bulge in his pants, the little whimper that escaped him was perfect.

“Poor rookie” your hands unzipped his pants, freeing his cock. He was already leaking in your hand. You gave him one slow stroke, thumb swirling over the slick head until his tied hands twitched uselessly in his lap.

“Please…” he whispered, those big blue eyes couldn’t hide the need, his chest rising and falling fast.

You hovered above his cock, your wet folds of your pussy brushing against his tip. You took his tied wrists and pushed them up over his head, pinning them against the back of the couch with one hand while your other guided his cock against your entrance.

“You aren’t allowed to touch, or move” you reminded him, then you sank down.

Leon’s head fell back against the couch with a loud moan. He was thick, stretching you perfectly. “F-fuck, so tight” he whimpered, his hips jerking up instinctively. But you pressed down harder, stilling him. “Stay still, Leon.”

You started riding him slowly, savoring every inch as you moved up and down, Leon’s eyes were locked on where your bodies joined, watching his cock disappear inside you again and again, drunk on you. You took off your shirt, and he looked at your breasts starved. “At least let me suck them” he mumbled breathlessly, but you chuckled. “Later, if you’re a good boy.”

Every time he tried to thrust up, you stopped moving completely until he whined in frustration. You kept the pace torturously slow, clenching around him on purpose just to hear those pretty sounds he made.

“So fucking hard for me” you murmured, leaning in to bite his neck. “Been like this all day, haven’t you?”

“Y-yes, fuck, yes”, his wrists strained against the belt, muscles flexing. “Please, faster… please, I’m begging.”

You cut him off by slamming down harder, riding him with purpose now. The wet sounds of your bodies filled the room along with his desperate moans. He was so loud when he was getting close, his thighs tensing, cock twitching inside you.

“’m— f-fuck, I’m—” and when he was almost there, you stopped completely. “I didn’t say you can. Ask it nicely” you said, before kissing him messily and sloppy, your tongue playing against his. He pulled off a little just to look at you with those puppy eyes. “Please… pretty please. Can I cum? Inside you, please.”

You smiled, “good boy.” You didn’t stop. You rode him straight through it, without mercy. Leon came with a loud moan, his eyes decorated with little pleasure tears. He looked so pathetic, so pretty. His hips stuttering as he spilled deep inside you in hot pulses, whole body shook, eyes rolling back.

But you kept moving, locking your legs around him. Even as his cock throbbed with aftershocks, you rolled your hips in tight circles, then started bouncing again. Leon’s eyes flew open, wide and shocked.

“W-wait, agh— ‘s too much—!” His voice cracked, oversensitive, almost crying. Every drag of your pussy around his spent cock made him twitch and whimper, but you didn’t slow down.

“Shhh” you soothed, cupping his flushed face while you kept riding him. “Didn’t you want to cum? Come on, you can take it. You’re my good boy, right?”

He nodded frantically, opening his mouth to probably say “yes ma’am” but he just whimpered instead, tears peeking the corners of his eyes from the overwhelming pleasure-pain. His cock was still hard inside you, forced to stay that way by your relentless rhythm. Every thrust made him jolt and moan helplessly beneath you.

“I- f-f-fuck, I can’t— it’s too sensitive, please—” His words dissolved into broken whimpers as you clenched around him on purpose, milking his overstimulated cock.

You leaned down, kissing him messily, swallowing his cries while you rode him harder. “One more” you whispered against his lips. “Give me one more, rookie.”

His second orgasm hit him even harder than the first, painful in the intensity. He came with a wrecked sob, body arching violently under you as he spilled again, weaker this time, trembling uncontrollably.

Only then did you let yourself cum, grinding down deep and moaning his name like a mantra, as pleasure crashed through you.

You stayed seated on him for a long moment, but without moving, you knew it could kill him. Leon’s head leaned back against the couch, his cheeks wet with a few overwhelmed tears, looking completely fucked-out and beautiful.