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“What was your name again—oh, Kennedy! T-Thank you officer Kennedy.”
Your voice continues to ring in his head, he’s fidgeting with his badge. Tracing over the raised text and scraping the pad of his fingers over them. He’s contemplating himself right now. For some reason you and you alone are the one thing that has this man stripping away at his own morals. He can’t stop thinking about risking his job to fuck you silly. It can’t be that wrong, right? It’s certainly not wrong to fantasize about it. Attempting might be a step too far, and there you are again. Your thighs, they were peeking through the silk nightgown that outlined your silhouette perfectly. It was cold tonight, and the heat radiating off of him alone right now would be enough to warm you right up. Your cheeks are rosy from the cold and you’re trembling a bit. He’s selfish, he could’ve told you it was safe to go inside for the time being. He just can’t part with the sight of your hard nipples poking through the silk. His mouth salivates at the thought of sucking on them. You were oblivious to it, pent up with fear. The low temperature wasn’t a problem yet for you as you stood on your porch, arms crossed as your feet shifted. He told you he’d call up the station and ask them if they’d send someone out to keep watch. Turns out he hasn’t called anyone, he’s sitting and thinking. He can’t stop thinking about you.
It was just a normal night on the job. Leon Kennedy graduated top of his class, bright with ambition and determination. He was keeping up with an old promise. Wanting to become a cop to bring out the good in others, saving lives, risking his. It’s a shame the mere thought of pussy—specifically, the thought of your pussy is tearing away at him. What a degenerate he is. You hadn’t even given him a sign. Nothing to warrant that you want him to come inside and fuck you sloppy with his uniform on. You didn’t do anything. He must be a pervert. He feels dirty. Perhaps it was because how you sound so fearful, desperate and in need of someone. He could be your knight. Maybe it’s also your trembling voice, your soft spoken demeanor. It was probably the first time you ever had to call the authorities. To his luck he’s the one who decided to dispatch in.
It was about midnight, you were sound asleep in your comfy bed under warm sheets. You had a long day. You took a bath and relaxed, reading a book. You dozed off and suddenly the howl of wind was enough to wake you from slumber. Your window overlooked the backyard. You yawn and stretch your limbs out. You’d hear scratching noises and it was due to the tree that grew near your window. You tend to ignore most sounds for that reason. The branches also make a tapping sound. Except tonight, it wasn’t the same. There was a knock. Several knocks. Knocks that couldn’t be explained. The branches were far too thin to cause such a loud sound. You jumped out of the bed. You weren’t risking it. You may be pretty and the ideal look for a horror movie final girl but this was NOT your time to shine for the audience. No, you went straight to the phone and dialed the numbers. They told you they’d send an officer down to scope out the area. You were jittery as ever, avoiding your bedroom and staying near the front door until you saw the police vehicle pull up. To your surprise a handsome blonde stepped out of the car and with eagerness. He seemed to be about your age or a year older. You didn’t think they would have such handsome men working at his hour. With a quick relieved sigh, you ushered him up the steps of your home. He was towering over you, at least close to six feet tall.
“O-Oh officer…I’m so glad you’re here.” You were panting with worry, going into detail of what you heard. It was a fairly safe neighborhood, you’d never hear about anything bad happening but you can’t risk it. Someone was knocking, someone was watching you sleep. You felt it in your bones that it wasn’t right. Leon assured you that you’d be alright. He’s here now and he’ll protect you. He calms your nerves, now asking various questions to get more details. Such as, “Has anyone come by during the day?” and “Have you seen anyone suspicious around?” He was jotting down things in his little notepad, yet he was focused on something else. It was deplorable of him. Here you were, this woman shaken because you assumed there’s an insane stalker keeping you awake. Leon Kennedy, the officer trying to help you is staring at your mouth. They’re so kissable, your lips. You’ve licked them a few times since they get dry quickly from the cold. When they glisten with your saliva he zones out. Leon’s had encounters like this before, where he thought a woman was cute but this is so different. He’s almost hungry for you.
“Officer?”
Your sweet voice broke the trance and he was back to it, “S-Sorry ma’am, do you live alone? ”
You nod your head yes, explaining that you live far from family and you were single. Jackpot, you were single. After many more mandatory questions he informed you of his next steps, which was to finally scope out the area. His hand lifting the weapon from the holster on his hip. You watched as he faded from view down your steps to round around the property. You were on edge the entire time. Maybe it was nothing. Maybe it really was just that old pesky tree playing mind tricks again on your sleepy brain.
It’s dark, only light illuminating the tall and fit rookie was the one from your bedroom window. He decided to examine. Quiet steps in the grass and tried his best not to ruin your flower beds, he saw the tree nearby and he used it for leverage as he looked in. Of course since you didn't have time to draw the curtains, he decided to take a peek. This wasn’t wrong, he’s just making sure nobody’s in your bedroom. With a gust of wind suddenly hitting him he could make out the faint scratching of tree branches scraping the glass, though this sounded nothing like the knocks you had described.
He can tell where you were asleep, by the blankets being sloppily pulled off and left still. Bedside table, a couple of books and some candles were lit. He’s trying to imagine what the scent is. Something sweet, like you. Your bed looked fit for a princess. Your white sheets looked like silk chiffon. Brown bed frame with four posts on each corner, adorned with a pink sheer canopy that cascaded atop it. A damp towel looked to be hanging on the door hooks. You did smell of fresh laundry and shampoo when he was speaking to you. Your vanity was much too far from the window but he can make out a few makeup products placed on the top. You had socks on the floor, actually a few pieces of clothing were scattered amongst—they’re a light pink, with lace trim. The prettiest pair of panties he’s ever seen. He could feel the heat pool in his cheeks as he placed one hand on the window’s glass, focusing on the pair. He’s imagining what they look like on your body. He’s trying to picture how plump and puffy your lips look under the cloth. How the color of the panties would darken with dampness around his digit if it pressed through to tease at your clit. He gets lost in the thought of you moaning. Your voice is so sweet, you must make the prettiest squeals and whimpers when you’re being stuffed with c—
Jesus, get a grip.
The rookie groaned, shaking his head. This is not what an officer should be doing. He should be making sure you’re safe and that there aren't any creeps around. He’s going to tell you he’ll call up a squad car to keep watch in front of your house, he’ll write the report and be on his way. As he makes his way back around the house, he sees you there on the porch. You’re shivering, goosebumps on your delicate skin. Tip of your nose matches the shade of your rosy cheeks. Almost bare in front of him in that thin little nightgown. He can’t stop imagining it. Your mouth on his cock. Your lips look like they taste sugary. He feels the strain of his work trousers, he’s definitely shifting around to hide the erection. He feels constricted. Heat was getting to him even though it was quite chilly. The look on your face, it’s relief. You look so relieved to see him in one piece.
“Oh, officer, is everything okay then?” You question, walking down the steps to meet him face to face. He nods and he explains there was nobody around. He wants to keep a look out though, so you wouldn’t lose even more sleep over the ordeal.
He’s been sitting in the car for about 15 or so minutes. He finally sets his badge down on the passenger seat, glancing back at you out of the window. He’s wondering if the panties on your bedroom floor were ones you peeled out of before getting into bed. That would be great for him, he could easily bend you over and fuck you. He wants desperately to taste them, taste what might linger on them left from you. His cock is now tightly pressing upward, begging to be free from the trousers. It’s getting painful wielding the huge boner. He keeps running through the ideas. How is he going to get you to let him in and ravish you? You seemed like a quiet girl, but he thought you were so gorgeous. You must have men trying this all the time and flocking at your feet. He hated that idea, that another man would taint you instead of him. Already this strong urge to claim you was tormenting him. He’d love to mark your skin, leave evidence of himself behind on your body. He wanted to ruin you. Your sweet innocence that you extrude. It turned him on so much the idea that he could lose his job over this, over fucking a pretty girl while trying to make sure her house wasn’t being invaded by some predator. Now he in the same sense could be a different kind of predator, with eyes on the prize. It makes him feel shame.
Just call HQ, go home and jerk off. Call HQ, go home and jerk off. Go home. Jerk off.
Leon stepped out of the car and nervously approached the staircase. You were waiting for him to speak. Itching to get back inside the house since the wind was picking up. His cheeks are beet red. he’s blushing, no he can’t be. Must be the cold. You shivered realizing you’d been standing out here for at least twenty minutes without any pants on and a very skimpy looking nightgown. You’re a bit embarrassed and you hoped he didn’t pick up on it.
“Officer…..what’s the matter, is the squad car coming?” Leon coughs, clearing his throat before speaking.
“If it’s alright with you ma’am. I do want to check inside, just to make sure I didn’t miss anything. You’d get better sleep if I did.” He was right, even though he spoke with an unsure tone, which made you raise a brow. You reach for the door knob and suddenly you feel the grasp of warmth on your shivering body. His fingers pried your hand off the knob with a swift motion and he insisted on going first. It’s the first time you see his eyes so close. He was strikingly handsome. Much more beautiful than you could comprehend. The beauty marks, dirty blonde hair that was slightly messy due to wind. You just nod your head as he walks inside and motions for you to follow behind. You were so distracted you almost forgot this was your home you invited him into to check.
The two of you stood in the mud room in silence for a few seconds and you got a grip of your senses.
“Oh! The bedroom, sorry. It’s this way.” He takes his chance to act like a guide for you, telling you to stay behind as you direct him inside of the home. You walk through the dim hallway toward the end of the house, making a turn into your bedroom you had left in a hurry. Leon can already see the socks on the floor, the vanity in great detail inside. The window he was looking in from the outside is in view. He watches you as you seem to tense up, quickly getting on your knees to pick up the mess of clothes. You’re obviously worried he might’ve seen your underwear. Which he did, but much earlier. He makes sure to pay extra attention to you bending down to pick up your things.
“Sorry, I didn’t realize how messy it is in here.” He loves how he’s got you nervous now, the blush in your cheeks prominent as he walks toward the window. As expected the yard is empty and all that could be heard was the familiar howl and crickets. You’re fumbling with the small pile of clothes in your hands, watching this cop walk around your bedroom. You feel incredibly vulnerable, him with his tactical belt and all these compartments. His uniform is heavy but it still perfectly accents his tall body. You can’t help but to stare at his fingers. The ones that touched you mere minutes ago. They were slim and long.
“You know….” Leon started to speak, his eyes on you like a hawk as you stood at the edge of your bed. He can practically sense your apprehension. He’s not surprised. I mean you were sleepy, wearing such a revealing piece of clothing. You’re both alone. It makes sense that you’re a little bashful. You’re incredibly flustered and he wants to take his chance. You’re waiting for him to continue speaking and he’s suddenly closing the space between you. His hands reach into the pile of clothes you’re holding. He picks out, of course. The delicate lace panties. “…o-officer..?” you choke out, he’s got the fabric in his hands. His thumb starts to circle the crotch of the panties and you are left in bewilderment at what’s happening.
“I wouldn’t worry too much. It seems whoever was bothering you is gone. I think I may have an idea why someone was looking through your window, though.” Leon doesn’t dare make eye contact with you as his focus is on toying with the soft fabric. They’re clean, with a bit of dampness in the crotch. This tells him you must’ve torn them off before getting into bed after your shower. He knows you aren’t wearing any.
“I’d recommend you don’t get undressed in front of it with the curtains open when you’re home alone. Or with men. You never know who’s going to be a peeping tom.” His words and his voice, melting you from within. You know this is absurd behavior, you know he shouldn’t be in here right now doing this if he was actually serious about keeping his job. You don’t ever have men here. Recently anyways, not that you didn’t want to. You just often find yourself alone most of the time. Men didn’t really gravitate toward you. It was hard to make friends, let alone a romantic partner. You find yourself frozen, unable to speak. You’re not protesting it, you’re welcoming him.
“I…don’t…do stuff like that.” Leon reels at that. It’s confirmation that you don’t have anyone that comes around to take care of your needs. He’s mortified underneath the cold show he’s putting on for you. Worried that you may kick him out at any moment and he is in awe that you’re still calm. He thought you’d start screaming and clawing at him, that he’d be fired within the hour. Instead you’re stuttering and you can’t articulate the words. He’s at least got you intrigued and to his delight, possibly wrapped around his finger.
“A woman like you, as pretty as you are? That’s hard to believe.” He bunches up the panties in his hand, shoving it into the pocket of his trousers. You’re wide eyed, shaking as you hold the rest of your clothes. “You okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Leon was quite literally taunting you. Now that he knows you’re not denying him he’s got free range to tease you. He grabs your forearm, jerking you forward and you drop all the clothes back on the floor as you gasp. “…A-Am I in trouble, o-officer?” He shakes his head and stares into your eyes, burning holes into them.
“You can just call me sir.”
It’s hard to fathom this in the moment. You started the night off trying to relax like any other normal person. You’ve been whipped into some steamy fantasy. You’re being held with a tight grip, by a handsome man in a uniform. Where outrage should be increasing is replaced by pure raw arousal. It’s not often you get fucked, that’s the problem and it hasn’t been this obvious until this very second how pent up you are.
“Officer..…Kennedy. Did I do something wrong?”
You’re pleading for answers. He can’t take much more of it. He wants to rip away that night gown and claw right into your delicate flesh.
“Not by the law, no.” He bites down on his bottom lip, “but you did waste my time. You wasted resources. There’s no one here.”
You feel overwhelmed with guilt, that and embarrassment. On top of it all you were still fucking turned on. It wasn’t your intention to waste a cop’s time, real. You start to tremble as you sit on the edge of your bed and look up at him, the brightness in his eyes replaced with a much darker one.
“I’m s-sorry sir. I thought—“ He bends down to face you, shushing you as his index finger lingers over his lips.
“No apologies. You can make it up to me another way.” Leon has you right where he wants you. He’s throbbing underneath the material of his pants and briefs. He’s waiting for the words to register in your brain as you’re sharing intense eye contact. He takes a snapshot of the features of your delicate face in his mind for later endeavors. He watches you nod your head, your cheeks are fully flushed.
“Okay…sir. What can I do to f-fix things?”
Now he’s got you. He can make you do whatever he wants. He takes both your hands and makes you stand on your feet.
“You have a pretty mouth. You’ve sucked cock before, haven’t you?” The way he speaks with such vulgarity yet looks as sweet as pie sparks flames across your fleshy. You shift on your feet and slowly nod. You’ve given head before, sure. It didn’t last more than a few minutes though. You were no expert. Leon is tense but expected your answer. A tinge of jealousy twists in his gut, but then he figures that you’ve never had your face fucked before. At least not the way he’s planning to. No, you were much too delicate for anyone to do that to you. At least you used to be.
“On your knees.” How can you not obey orders? It’s like his words have been enchanted with a love spell, weaving you in further. His eyes so soft, tone of voice smooth and convincing. You sink to the ground, knees on the hard floors. You feel your breath catching. Your pulse quickens. When you look up, his gun holster is only inches away from your face and you scoot back abruptly, taken aback. Then you feel Leon’s strong hand on your head, he cards his fingers through your hair. Oddly, he starts to pat your head and it’s comforting. You almost lean up into it like a puppy.
“It’s not loaded. I won’t hurt you.” You believe him, you trust him. He’s a stranger and yet here you are. It’s why he’s got you in the position you are in now. He eases you to come back, closer. His voice is only comparable to that of what you imagine a siren serenading a man at sea to his impending doom would be. You believe that he must catch the eye of every woman he’s ever had to stop on the side of the road. You start to wonder if said other girls tried to bribe him with favors. It makes you a little jealous. But you’re one to talk. His pretty hands start to cup your face, he strokes your cheekbone with his thumb. He’s admiring what he’s about to fuck.
His thumb starts to run across the seam of your plump lips. You stay still and wait for further instruction. “Open your mouth.” It was a demand, he wasn’t asking. You do as you're told, your lips slowly parting and he wastes no time sticking his thumb in between them and grazing the finger against your tongue. It’s savory, and it does in fact taste like skin. “So soft.” He coos. You can’t believe you’re doing this right now, and with the curtains drawn open. Which he scolded you for. He forces his thumb deeper all of a sudden, it catches you off guard. The sound you make startles you, as you finish gagging and coughing. Leon is enthralled. His cock is rock hard. You look like a sad puppy, with his thumb jamming down your throat repeatedly so he can get you prepared. Saliva is pooling at the corner of your mouth and it starts to spill down your chin.
“Look at you. Such a mess, you’re disgusting.” You shiver at his words, you can hardly attempt to speak with how much he’s been making you gag. The saliva drools down your chin. He pulls his thumb out of your mouth and you’re able to catch your breath. You hear the tedious sounds of him having to undo the belt. The compartments and the gun holster fidgeting around as he finally gets it unbuckled. He hurriedly places it on your bed behind you. He pulls his pants down, about mid thigh level. You can see it now, the huge bulge underneath his underwear. God, he’s big. How am I gonna do this? You gulp, nervous as ever. It’s just now you’ve realized underneath your gown you can feel your own slick running down your inner thighs. You were drenched. Without even being touched.
Leon tries his best not to cream in his underwear at the sight of you on your knees. His aching cock is beading with precum as it springs free. He sees the look of concern on your face and he starts to pat your head again, running his fingers through your hair. “You’re a good girl, right?” It’s a confusion question and thought it’s probably just a mere tactic to seduce you further in an instant you try to think of any moment in your life where you’ve been combative or ruthless. But you haven’t. So you nod, slow. You watch in awe as his hand wraps around his massive cock. It’s intimidating. You’ve never been with someone that big.
“Mouth open, stick your tongue out.” You snap back into focus and nod, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. You expect him to push his hips forward. Instead he’s suddenly sticking his own tongue down at you. Pool of saliva gathers at the end of his tongue and it slowly starts to fall from his mouth right into your mouth. This was pure filth. He’s certainly got you doing stuff you’ve never done before. You’re going feral, swallowing his spit with eagerness. He takes notice of your willingness and balls your hair up into a fist.
“You are a slut aren’t you?” He had pretty pink lips that you desperately wanted to kiss, they were glistening as he spoke.
You whimper in response. Leon swears his cock twitches from that small little noise alone. He wants to hear more of it, he wants to fuck all of the noises you can make out of you. How you swallowed his spit like it was something sweet. You kept your mouth nice and wide for him, his hands pumping himself slowly. He would’ve came if it weren’t for pure determination to fuck you. His other hand held you secure by your hair and he snapped his hips forward. He watches his cock sink into your mouth. A tight seal with your lips wrapped around it. He can already hear you gagging within minutes. He thought it was the cutest thing. Your eyes are beading with moisture and as you blink, tears start to roll down your face. He’s not stopping. He continues to rock his hips, pulling at your hair as he erupts in a loud groan. He’s been thinking about this since he first saw you. He didn’t have to imagine it anymore. A deep pleasure washes over him as he fucks your throat.
You try your hardest, breathing through your nose and still each time he thrusts you gag and drool all over his cock. It tastes so good, you didn’t realize how hungry you were for it until now. He’s making you discover new things about yourself. He’s panting hard. You would try to catch a glimpse at him when your eyes weren’t closed tightly. His dirty blonde hair sticking to the sweat on his forehead. He moaned so deliciously. You moan around his length as he fucks into your mouth. You’re lost now, completely at his disposable as nothing but his personal fleshlight. You’re delighted. You’re happy this handsome blue eyed pretty boy is using you for his own pleasure. It’s made you so wet. Leon suddenly grips at your hair harshly, using it to guide your head. He’s making you bob your head up and down and all you can do is oblige. He has absolutely no regard for your ability to breathe, he must be close.
He starts to whimper. He’s babbling incoherently as he fucks your warmth. “Mmm, ah…fuck…take it.” He chants, your shaky hands hold onto his upper thigh for support. “ Oh….f-fuck. Such a good slut.” His whole body seizes in front of you, he slips his cock out abruptly. You’re left choking and coughing since you can finally breathe through your mouth again. Your shaky hands start to rub at your throat, trying to get relief from the soreness you feel. You make out that you’re in your bedroom. In a complete daze at what you just did. Leon seems out of it too as you look up at him, his face covered in a sheen of sweat.
His cock is still hard, inches away from you as he starts to pump himself again. You already miss the taste, you wanted to swallow his come and you’re honestly pouting that he didn’t finish. He’s once again making you discover new things and you’re having new urges. “W-Was…that okay…sir?” Your voice is weak and it hurts to speak. You’re worried he might’ve changed his mind and realized how wrong this was. There's an ache in your stomach. The heat between your legs needs attention. You hastily rub your thighs together, trying to ease the tension you feel. He uses his other hand to wipe the sweat off his brow. Leon had to end the overwhelming pleasure you gave him before he was too far gone and ended up coming in your mouth. He planned on it, just not now. He still intended to fuck you dumb. He collected himself before looking down at your sweet face. Your lips were swollen and there were tear stains on your cheeks.
“I’m not done with you yet.” His voice is back to being demanding. He’s no longer sounding fragile like when he was whimpering and babbling in a desperate frenzy for your mouth. He picks you up by the hair and makes you stand up, this time you’re like a clumsy fawn. You had been sitting on your knees for so long your legs went numb. He holds you properly and you’re trembling like when you were in the cold. He takes notice, his hand brushing up the side of your nightgown, and he was correct. You had no panties on. You still had drool on your chin and the corners of your mouth. Leon leaned forward, grabbing you so that you’d lean upward. You finally get to taste his lips. Your senses ignited. Flames felt through your entire body as you kissed, he was alcohol and you were getting incredibly drunk. Leon moaned into your mouth. He was thinking about your sweet lips all night. He knew they’d taste like pure nectar. The two of you got lost in a fit of passion. You didn’t regret dialing the number. In a dark twisted way you sort of thanked yourself for getting that spooked. Of course not giving credit to whichever creep was scaring you.
He pulls away, prying himself off of you though he’d much rather stay like that for hours if he could. He still had a raging hard-on to take care of. Your delicate face pouts, he’s proud of himself. Turning such a pretty girl into a dirty slut for him. You’re in agony at this point, feeling the moisture that’s covering your thighs and it’s running down your leg. You were so wet, in a daze. You wanted him to use you. You ache for his cock to stretch you open. He’s insatiable. You’re about to beg at this point. “K-Kennedy…? “ He softens up at that, realizing you didn’t know his name. A small laugh can be heard from his lips. His hand finds your cheek and he strokes it with his thumb again.
“It’s Leon. My name’s Leon.” He starts kicking off his shoes, letting them scatter on your floor along with his pants. You fidget with your fingers before speaking.
“Leon…I…really. You made me…I’m so wet.” You choke out the words. Leon’s head starts spinning. You’re needy for him. He was walking on eggshells the entire time while in your presence, coming up with a master plan and expecting it to fail. Now you’re there shivering in a thin little nightgown, pussy drenched and needing to be fucked. Not just by anyone, by him.
“You’re all wet for me?” He takes off the gear that’s strapped to his chest, maneuvering all his belongings to properly shed the rest of his uniform off. It takes him all of sixty seconds to gather his gear, toss it to the side. He hears you wince, probably in worry of the gun firing, but it was unloaded. He turns to you, and you’re flushed as ever. You are astonished, his upper body was toned. He’s incredibly fit. You swear you’d start drooling again. His abs were hidden underneath that blue long sleeve. Leon’s fantasy is about to become reality. He can just see your glistening cunt in his head. He’s more than ready to split you open with his cock and have you crying.
“I want you to take that off. Lay on your back for me and spread your legs. Can you be a good girl and do that for me?” There’s something about him praising you that makes you ten times more obedient. Your knees are weak as you pull your nightgown over your head. Leon’s eyes attack you, scanning over your entire body. He can’t focus on just one thing but he ends up staring in between your legs. He was right, so puffy and glistening with slickness. You were fresh from a shower, fresh from a shave. You thank God that you had made that decision earlier instead of being lazy. You start to maneuver yourself onto your bed. The one you hadn’t been touched in ages. Maybe even a year or two. The last thing you can recall that was even close to an orgasm from someone else was a quick fling. He didn’t even get you wet, you had to keep moving his fingers for him. It was pitiful.
And here Leon is, crawling over you. He’s made you drip. Without having to lay a hand on your body. His palms pressed onto the mattress. His mouth attaches to your sensitive nipple, his left hand massages the other breast and you gasp. You’re slipping in and out of the daze, half of you thinking you’re having the raunchiest wet dream and the other realizing you’re about to be destroyed by this handsome boy. Your manicured fingers start to rake through his dirty blonde strands. His mouth felt so soft, almost burning as he sucked the sensitive bud into his mouth. No one’s ever had this much of an effect on you and your body. It was like your cunt was crying for him. You were a whimpering mess and it seemed to fuel his desire for you even more as he would squeeze and suck harder each time you made a noise. Your nipples were fully erect as he peppered wet kisses up to your jawline and back down to start sucking the skin of your neck into his mouth. You let the pleasure sink in. You did want a relaxing start to your weekend. This counts. Your eyes slowly close as Leon marks you. You’ll wake up in the morning and see all these little bruises to prove it happened.
He’s teasing you, and himself. Hips slowly rocking back and forth. The sensitive leaking tip of his cock rubbing against your swollen clit. He covers himself in your essence. Groaning against your neck while suckling, biting and nibbling into the delicate skin.
“L-Leon….” You call out and he immediately stops with his mouth to look you in the eyes. He doesn’t give you a moment, not even a second before he snaps his hips forward and sloppily sheaths his cock inside of your sopping wet cunt. A sharp gasp coming from you and even Leon struggles to breathe, sucking in air. Your walls are so tight around his length. He’s falling apart, finally able to stuff you with his cock. He’s in awe that only the tip is in and it feels this fucking euphoric. His hands pin your wrists and he watches your face contort with pleasure. “The louder you are…the harder I’m going to fuck you.” His words only make you mewl.
As expected Leon wastes no time and he’s pounding into you. You can’t even try to close your mouth if you tried. He squeezes your wrists so tight it definitely cuts off your blood flow. You’ve never been stimulated in such an intense, pleasurable way. He’s whittling away at you. “Leon..!” You start to scream and he groans in response, the sound of your headboard rutting against the wall only encourages him. He’s like an animal. Letting his primal urges take over. He’d never been this determined to make someone come before. Sure he loved pleasuring women. He loved girls in general. He loved their soft skin and the fruity floral fragrances they’d wear. He loved the attention. There’s a long history of one night stands. Yet he cannot recall a single moment in time where he was this hungry for a woman’s touch and a woman’s cunt. Your body can’t take it, it’s overwhelmed. Having been on a dry spell for ages. The walls of your pussy clench tightly around him. He feels it, he grits his teeth. He only rocks into you harder, the sound of his pelvis smacking against your inner thighs filling your ears.
The orgasm absolutely drains you. Your body started to convulse around him. He can feel you coming all around his cock as it’s pumping in and out. “F-Fuck….fuck that’s a good girl.” He praises and you’re left to scream and cry out. “U-Use me…Leon…please use me.” You beg with bated breath, you wanted to make it up to him like he asked. You wanted him to feel like he wasn’t wasting his Friday night chasing after a ghost. “God…fuck.” He started to babble again, still pinning your wrists down. His hips were not stopping anytime soon even after you’ve come several times. He watches each time in awe, wanting to memorize the image of you convulsing. The sweet little whimper that falls from your lips when an orgasm hits. It’s like seeing your very soul leave your body for a second. It’s addicting.
As much as Leon would love to fuck you for hours, he was nearing the end. Your pussy was heavenly. Every man’s dream, he thought. Never had tighter, never had wetter. Never had a sweeter girl completely give herself to him and let him use her as he so pleased. Leon’s whimpering again. You love that sound, it perks you up even though you were completely fucked to the point of dizziness and lack of clear vision. “L-Leon…p-please…” you’ve almost lost your voice but you can just about use what’s left of your coherent thoughts to speak. “Cum…cum inside.” He whines, nodding his head as he starts drilling away at you again. “Mmmmf…f-fuck…so…f-fucking..good.” His thrusts start to become sloppy, off rhythm. His moans are a little more high pitched and he finally seized above you. His orgasm hits him like a ton of bricks. Loud, long guttural groan as his cock pulses and spills his seed deep inside of you. You throw your head back as the warmth fills you. It’s like he’s just completed you with his own body. You’re melded together as one. All your problems seemed to melt away at this moment.
There’s so much cum, it starts to seep out of you as he pulls his cock out. Your silk bed sheets have been disgraced with various wet spots underneath your bodies. You’re surprised the canopy stayed intact when the bed was practically lifting off the floor from Leon’s thrusts. He is drained, physically and mentally as his head drops in the crook of your neck. You smell the spice of his cologne, something cinnamon-y and maybe pine? Either way it was good. The both of you were heaving. Flushed faces and you can already feel the ache. You’re going to be sore in the morning. A mutual comfortable silence was happening. Eventually Leon’s head rose and he kissed you. Soft, sweet kiss. You kiss back and he holds you there. In your warm bed where he just completely ruined you. His lips press some more soft kisses on your cheeks and your forehead. “You’re so…pretty.” He admits, because that’s honestly why this even happened in the first place. You were such a pretty girl. He couldn’t help himself. He peppered some more along your collarbone on your sweat glistening skin, wanting to remember the taste.
“Officer…don’t you have to get back…to the station?” Those words light Leon up with realization. He stumbles up and backward off your bed to his feet. “Shit!” He starts to fumble with his belongings, grabbing hold of his shirt and buttoning it back up. He was still covered in a layer of sweat and definitely reeked of the stench of pure raw sex. All you can do is watch, being completely spent.
“I’m sorry to have to leave you so suddenly, miss.” He gets his pants back on and straps his belt back on along with all the other accessories to his uniform. He’s one lucky rookie. Managing to have his way with you and not a single interruption happened, not even a sound from his radio.
“I hope they have showers…in your workplace.” You joke, Leon gets his shoe on and the other. Once he’s fully dressed he makes it a point to draw your curtains shut. He bends down beside you to take in the vision of your pretty body laid out, after being completely ravished by him. He realizes this isn’t the last time he wants to see it.
“If you hear any more suspicious noises, ma’am.” His hands start to make a mess of your bedside table as he searches for a blank area of one of your books to write down his number and full name with a pen from one of his various pockets. He shows it to you.
Leon S Kennedy
You smile shyly and sit up, feeling the need to cover yourself for some reason even though this man saw all of you and used all of you. “Can I call you tomorrow….?” You ask, he places a final kiss on your forehead and he starts to make the steps toward your bedroom door. “I’m going to take one last look around the place and I’ll head out.” His hand pushes the door and he looks back to you, “Call me before you fall asleep. I’ll pick up.” Those are the last words you hear from the handsome cop before he’s out the door and out of your house. You may be void of all stamina and can hardly walk but you’re determined to take one last shower and call this boy before you get back into bed.