~Becklan's POV~
Leon groaned, his head thumping back against the pillows as he helped me, his hips bucking upward to meet my descent until he was buried deep inside me, a perfect, seamless fit.
I sat there for a moment, breathless and full, feeling the pulse of him deep within me.
His hands were like iron weights on my hips, guiding me, anchoring me as I began to move. He watched me with a raw, primal intensity, his chest heaving as I slid up and down his cock, each descent taking him deeper than the last.
"That's it, Angel... ride me," he growled, his voice a jagged rasp of desire.
As the friction built, Leon's restraint finally broke. He gripped my waist with iron hands, his fingers pressing into my skin as he thrust upward with sudden, fierce urgency. No longer waiting for me to set the pace, he took what he had been craving for days. Each slam of his hips against mine echoed through the quiet room, wet and heavy, driving us both closer to the edge.
