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by Dark Angel


  A gasp that escapes from Leo’s lips on a ragged breath as I place his head in my mouth; I only take the head to start with. Moving it back and forth in my mouth it brushes against the walls of my cheeks. I have this desire to just shove his entire shaft down my throat all at once, but I fight it. I want to keep him on the edge. I want Leo to know that I pay attention and want to take my time with his cock. My fingers slide down to those heavy cum-laden balls. The tips of my fingers caress them gently. Resting on the sides of them I begin to work them together.

  Leo moves to thrust his hips into my face. He is all worked up now and I can feel the lust that is fueling him as he strokes. He fists a handful of my hair and tugs on it, taking control of my head. Pressing on the back of my head, he keeps it pressed against his body. I bob up and down on it and feel his shaft throb as it hits the roof of my mouth. His fingers run up and down my back, and I melt into him.

  My tongue flicks across his head, tasting his pre-cum. It slides down the back of my throat, so nice and smooth it makes me shiver. I know it’s coming, that huge explosion. His shaft tightens, veins popping up, and my tongue trails down the length. He moves his hips feverishly against me as I stroke his balls, and just as I find a good rhythm he sprays his load and hits the back of my throat. It drips from my tonsils. Down the back of my throat, it tumbles in glorious sheets.

  Leo grips my hair tighter as his body tenses with the release. His back arches hard, and all he can manage to say is, “Oh FUCK!” The sounds of his voice dripping with lust and desire makes me wet. I know that he’s already coming, but that doesn’t stop me from gulping as fast as I can and still working my mouth around his shaft. I refuse to let it go, I massage his balls deeper. I need to feel him, I can’t get enough of his sweet nectar. I want it all. Leo pulls my face away from his cock. My mouth craves to suck it deep in my throat. “I want you to fuck my face hard,” I beg. He creates a lust in me that can’t be contained, and needs in me that I can hardly fathom.

  Leo places his hands on my shoulders and pushes me back onto the counter. Laying there, he moves his body up and down mine. Dragging his wonderful twelve-inches still hard cock with him. It touches and caresses every spot it lands on, marking it with sticky goodness. Lying under him, I raise up off of the countertop just so our bare skin can touch. Leo lifts my head slightly while he tugs on my hair, and we enter into a passionate lip lock. His soft lips against mine sends me to the moon. My eyes flutter hard, and I can only see the back of my eyelids as I get lost in the intense pleasure of our kiss.

  Leo presses his body into mine, and I spread my legs and thrust my hips into him. Leo matches my movement, and the head of his cock swipes my pussy; I know it will be rock hard now. Leo moves his hand to position his head right in front of my pussy and pushes it forward. Using his fingers, he holds my lips open and pushes his head inside me.

  My hands fall on his back, and I claw his flesh. It feels good, my nails on his slick bare skin. Neither one of us wants to come up for air and be the first to break this hold we are in right now. Everything is spinning around us. Oh my God. Leo thrusts his shaft deeper and goes completely still just to tease me, so I work my hips, writhing and gyrating onto his shaft.

  I want it as deep as it will go. I want to feel him—every inch—hitting every spot inside my pussy. I want Leo to take me to new heights over and over again. How could I have not wanted this long before now? A guy who makes me feel like nobody else in the world matters but me. Someone who knows how to be attentive and please every inch of my body.

  This is what I have been missing, and I love the way it feels. He’s so caring and can still fuck the life out of me. Leo yanks me back from my thoughts. His hands fall to my thighs, and he takes hold of them and lifts me up. His balls slam into my ass with every even stroke of his shaft. He is on a mission; will I make him work for it or should I just give in and let that river flow washing over him?

  I’ll make him work for it but not too hard, I decide. All at once Leo breaks our lip lock and pulls his cock free from my pussy. My eyes pop open just in time to see him heading out of the kitchen. His perfect ass is the last thing I catch a glimpse of. "Leo?" I call out to him in a ragged breath. I listen, but there is nothing but silence. My pussy aches now, and I can still taste him on my lips.

  Where did he go? My heart races as I can only imagine what he has up his sleeve; he is so devilish. I slide to sit on the edge of the counter waiting for him to return. Finally, he appears in the doorway once more, and he slowly moves across the floor toward me. With every step he takes I get even more excited. He stands in front of me and leans over to pull my earlobe into his mouth.

  “Assume the position,” he demands as he lifts me off of the countertop and spins me around to face it. Bending me over, he takes my hands and places them behind my back. I bite down hard on my lip staving off the moan that is trying to escape as I feel the cold steel of his handcuffs on my wrists.

  The sound of them clinking shut echoes as if we’re in a cave; it’s so loud. My heart pounds like a drum, drowning out any other sound in here. His hands land on my shoulders, and I go up on my tiptoes and push back into him. I rub my ass on his cock nice and slow. He buries his face in my neck as he starts to suck on it as his huge head finds its way inside my ass.

  My body tenses up as he works that huge fucking shaft into my asshole. He pushes it deep, and I push back trying to keep up with him. Moving my hips, the way his cock fills my asshole is like heaven to me. My ass puckers, and his balls slap against my pussy. Leo moves his hands down my back and traces my spine as he goes. He takes hold of my ass and spreads my cheeks even further apart. Exploring my asshole is his mission right now. I’m so worked up my clit is stiff against the side of the island; it feels wonderful, sending shivers up and down my spine.

  Leo’s hands slowly move to my hips as he gets a tight grip on both sides and fucks me hard.

  “OH FUCK!” is all I can manage as that moan that I’ve been holding back breaks free. Leo lifts my leg up and places it on the counter. My knee rests there while he pounds my ass. My legs feel like they belong to somebody else they are so weak. But I manage to stay on those tiptoes.

  I yearn to touch and play with my pussy, but Leo has made sure I don’t get to touch anything. He moves his hands around the front of my body as if he can read my thoughts. He slides them across my swollen lips before his fingers dip into that pool of wonder. I don't know what to do first, throw my ass back into him or grind and squeeze my thighs around his fingers. The heat from my hot box is radiating and making my thighs slick.

  I hold back that ocean that is roaring, begging to crash and swell but I keep it at bay. I want us to come together, his juices and my sweet honey pot overflowing all at once. I keep my asshole tight around his shaft and throw my hips, grinding hard against him like there is no tomorrow. My toes curl tightly as I feel his head jerking wildly, and not a moment too soon either because I can’t keep it in any longer.

  My ocean rolls and crashes against my walls, washing over Leo's fingers and covering them. He pushes hard and that head explodes deep in my asshole. Oh god, it feels amazing the way he fills me up. I can feel it running out past his shaft and dripping. Leo tries to catch his breath. Laying on my shoulder, he planting kisses on my neck soft and gentle. We are both spent and just melt into each other for a little while before we remember that we need to eat!

  Leo

  After taking some time to try to resurrect Elena's dish, I realize this dinner is not salvageable.

  "Elena, I hate to break it to you, but we're going to need to order takeout. This dish is ruined."

  She looks at me with a knowing smile before pulling some menus out of a drawer that is overfilled with every kind of takeout menu on the planet.

  "Told ya I order out a lot.

  "And you meant it!"

  "Let me just call it in. They know me by name."

  As she makes the call, I use the moment to relax and stretch out on the couch. I
t's been a long day, but besides all the drama, a good day because I got to spend it with her. She's everything and more, and if I thought I was starting to fall deep before, I am really riding it now. Not only is this woman passionate and funny and charismatic, but she's fucking amazing in bed. She gives me a run for my money.

  "Okay, it's on its way. You're probably famished," she says as she looks me up and down, eyeing all my muscles. Yes, I need to be fed.

  "So, since we have a minute before the food arrives, this gives us a chance to chat."

  "Sure, yeah so… "

  "Why didn't you and Barry get along?" She cuts me off. It's like this is a question she's been dying to know.

  "Well, it's kind of a long story, but it started when we were in college. Barry was really good friends with this girl named Ava and he really liked her, but I didn't know that. Ava had a huge crush on me, and so I dated her for awhile. She pushed things way too hard too fast; she was discussing marriage and kids and stuff within the first two months. I had to break up with her. It was just too much. But when I did, she took it really hard. Ava started drinking and partying all the time, and she ended up taking drugs because she was so upset about our breakup. She OD'd, Elena, and died. It was the most horrible thing. Not only did Barry blame me entirely for this, but I blamed myself. I took it hard for a really long time. I know now that she was just a very troubled girl with a lot of problems and there was nothing I could do to fix her, but it's been awhile and I finally feel like maybe it wasn't my fault, and I’ve gotten past it.

  "Wow, Leo. I can't believe Barry never even mentioned that. After all that time of being married, he never went into this major event that happened. I knew he hated you, but I never knew why. It's so sad."

  "I know, trust me, I know. I never thought I'd lose my brother like that. But it started a war between us. He just couldn't forgive me."

  "He never got over it, Leo. I knew he couldn’t stand you, but he never hinted that there was a problem like this, I guess that shows you the depth of our marriage. It's really becoming clear to me now." We sit in silence for a few moments just soaking in what I’ve told her.

  Just then, in the strangest timing ever, there's a knock at the door, and I go to answer it thinking it's the food. Guess who's staring me right in the face, almost like he's been listening in on our conversation?

  "Barry! Hi, man. Come on in." He doesn't look pleased to see me.

  "Leo, what are you doing here? Elena, what is he doing here?"

  "Oh hi, Barry. I wasn't expecting you."

  "Obviously," he says with a snarl. He pushes a wedding album towards Elena. "I just came to give you this. I didn't realize you were shacking up with my brother."

  "Fuck, Barry, come on. Don't ever talk to her like that!"

  "I guess you're here to steal another one of my girlfriends, huh?"

  "You know that wasn't my fault. I was just telling Elena about Ava. Fine timing you have."

  "Look, Elena, you little slut, I never imagined you'd stoop this low just to hurt me," Barry growls, and I see red: I’m so enraged. No one will ever talk to her like that on my watch. Without hesitation, as if on instinct, I punch him in the face. My hand throbs and I shake out the pain. Barry wastes no momentum from the punch and tackles me into a lamp. We grapple each other to the floor, each of us trying to get the upper hand. Finally, I get a hold on him and throw him out of her house. He's bleeding in the yard, hurling insults at both of us. I tell him to leave her alone forever or he'll meet the force of my wrath before slamming the door on him.

  "Elena, my God! Are you hurt?"

  "No, no. I'm fine . . . Just a little shaken up. Are you okay though? Leo, you're bleeding."

  "I'm fine,” I say, wiping the blood from my head. “It’s nothing I can't handle or haven't seen before in my line of duty. Tell me, has he ever talked to you like that before, when you were married?"

  "No. Never. He was always very conservative, sure, and said some not so friendly-to-women things, but he was never abusive like that, Leo. I wonder what's got into him?"

  "That's good, because if I find out he treated you like that it will be my mission to destroy him. I'd kill him, Elena, if I knew he abused you.”

  Tears well up in her eyes. This poor girl's been through enough. Life is just coming at her from all different sides. I scoop her up in my arms and try to soothe her, and I wipe away the sad tears that are falling down her face.

  Elena

  It’s getting late, but Leo has stayed to help me clean up after the fight with Barry. The lamp and a painting are both broken, and some things have been knocked out of place. I can't believe they got into it like that. I've never seen that side of Barry, not even remotely. He’s normally so reserved, but never harmful like that. I'm absolutely shocked. I wonder if it's a good thing that Leo is here or not. Maybe if he hadn't been, Barry wouldn't have lost his temper like that? I feel so angry. This is my life, and I don't need to feel guilty about who I date. Barry has no right to even comment on my private life now that we're getting divorced, much less act full of rage and hatred like he did. I’m just sorry Leo had to get in the middle of it, picking up the pieces of my broken life again.

  "I'm so sorry, Elena. I didn't want you to see that. That's not how I am, okay? I don't fight like that. But to hear him call you those names… it just set off something huge in me. I'm never going to let someone talk to you like that. Never."

  I love that Leo is expressing his feelings to me. But why is he sorry? It’s my fault I married the bastard to begin with. And I'm not mad at all that he fought with Barry. I know he was just protecting me. He's been doing a lot of that lately. I'm so fortunate to have Leo here and to have him stay throughout all this crap.

  "Leo, I'm not mad. I'm glad you did what you did. I feel like you always have my back. Besides, he was being such an ass that if you weren't here, I would've punched him myself."

  Leo laughs and scrubs his hand over his face, and for a minute we are light-hearted again. I try to pick up all the shattered glass from the lamp, but I mishandle a large piece of it and it slashes my hand. Blood trickles down my wrist.

  "Oh my gosh, look what I've done. I'll just get a towel."

  Leo runs to my side. "No, no. Let me handle it. It's deep."

  He leads me to the bathroom and lifts me up so I'm sitting on the vanity and he can get a better look at it. He finds my first aid kit and gingerly starts tending to my wound. Seeing him like this, so tender and affectionate with me makes my heart slam against my chest. I’m so impressed by this man in all ways. Not only is he handsome, and amazing in bed, but he's got this authentic, nurturing side. He really wants to take care of me. He wants to learn more about me and just be in my life. This touches me deeply. I've never been with anyone who has made me feel this way. He's like this rare jewel, and I'm afraid that I might be falling in love with him. Leo, to me, just keeps getting better and better, and he keeps proving to me that I can trust him. I might really be in deep here. I remember how he said that he would be married if only he had met me before Barry did. That statement caught me off guard at the time. But now I know that I wouldn't be getting a divorce right now if I had married Leo. Looks like I really did get the wrong brother.

  "This will hurt just a little," he says as he very carefully washes out my wound. I hiss at the contact slightly, but he soothes the discomfort quickly with a quick kiss on my forehead. He puts ointment on the wound and wraps it up tightly, then he kisses my hand where it's hurt.

  "Thank you, Leo. That barely even hurt. You’re an expert."

  He looks into my eyes, and it's all I can do to match his gaze. That nervous feeling of butterflies arises in my stomach, but something else is there too.

  He hoists me off the vanity, and I wrap my arms around his strong torso and allow myself to feel comforted by him. He’s such a remarkable man, full of surprises. He locks me in a deep, passionate kiss that I get lost in quickly until he steals my desire by breaking away and sets my fee
t to the floor. I pad into the living room, and Leo follows.

  The hour is getting late, and the sun has long since descended into the east. The night brings a bluster, like there’s a storm somewhere just waiting to hit. I don't want Leo to leave me. Not now. Not ever.

  "Hey, you know it's pretty late." I look out at the swaying trees.

  "Yeah, I should go." He thinks I'm cueing him to leave.

  "No, Leo.” I grab his hand. “I want you to stay with me. Please, stay the night." It's inappropriate to ask a detective to stay the night with you, but I've gone out on a limb and I wonder how he'll respond. There’s nothing more that I would like this evening than for him to stay with me and to continue to feel comforted.

  "Yes, Elena, of course; I'll stay with you. I was just waiting for you to ask."

  With that, he pulls me into a heated kiss, revealing unspoken words as the wind whips against the windows and the rain begins to fall. He only breaks the kiss to carry me to bed.

  Leo

  I'm lying next to Elena in her bed. The storm is raging outside, thunder crashing in the distance. The trees are bending so hard it looks like they might break. It’s not helping my train of thought to have such darkness descending outside.

  I take in my surroundings. Her bedroom is decorated to the nines. She’s got great taste, another thing to love about her. Her soft covers smell like flowers or something. Everything about her smells good. Her hair is always so full, and her perfume just entrances me. She’s sleeping soundly, but I can’t get my mind off of this case. I just keep running the logistics in my brain, trying to find a way to keep Elena safe. What am I missing that means this stalker is still out there on the loose? I have to catch him. Looking at Elena, and how beautiful and perfect she is, I realize that I just have to put this guy away forever so that we can move on with our lives. There hasn’t been a day that I’ve been with her that I haven’t been on edge about needing to settle this case. There's no way I can sleep with all this on my mind. I will figure something out.

 

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