The World Is Mine For The Taking

After that, I gave him a boob job—or whatever he liked to call it in that husky voice of his.

I leaned in close, letting the warmth of his cock press between the soft mounds of my breasts. The moment his shaft nestled between them, I squeezed my tits together slowly, enclosing him with a snug, pillowy tightness that made his breath catch in his throat.

His reaction was immediate. I could feel the tension in his thighs as he started instinctively thrusting upward, trying to push himself deeper between the folds of my chest. His hips bucked softly at first, but with each subtle grind, the need in his eyes grew more desperate.

The tip of his cock began peeking out from the top of my cleavage. It was slick, swollen, and flushed red. A thick droplet of pre-cum welled up at the tip, glistening in the low light like dew on a ripe fruit. It oozed out slowly, dripping down the crown and disappearing between the warmth of my breasts.

There was something about the sight of it... his cock twitching, leaking and begging that made something inside me stir. My tongue slipped out without a second thought, drawn to that needy tip like it was calling me. I leaned in and gave it a long, slow lick.

The taste was salty and thick, his pre-cum wetting my tongue and trailing into my mouth. He gasped, and his hips jerked sharply, slamming his cock harder against my chest.

I could barely keep up as I felt the pressure growing. The corners of my lips were beginning to drip from the mix of my drool and his pre-cum. It ran down, soaking the flesh of my breasts, and clung to his cock like a second skin.

With every push of his hips, it felt like his cock was being swallowed completely by my chest. The flesh molded and shifted, accommodating his thrusts so perfectly that it was as though my tits were made to do this.

"Urk…"

He grunted, the sound rough and strained, as though trying to suppress the overwhelming sensation.

I adjusted slightly, angling his cock so it slid along the plush softness of my inner chest, rubbing and teasing both of my nipples in the process. The contact made my skin tingle. It sent small sparks across my body, heightening the mood even more.

I leaned closer, opened my mouth wide, and let a heavy stream of saliva drip directly onto the tip of his cock. The thick drool coated the swollen head, then trailed down the shaft in a glossy ribbon before vanishing between the cushion of my breasts. It clung to him wetly.

I reached down with one hand and started stroking him gently, using my palm to spread the slippery saliva all over his length. The sound of schlik, schlup, schlik filled the air, obscene and wet and absolutely addicting.

His cock was so incredibly hard it felt like a burning stone with the veins pulsing, thick and angry.

I guided him back between my tits, this time pressing my breasts together tighter, fully enveloping his shaft. I could feel every throb and every twitch of it.

Then I started to move, my breasts gliding in opposite directions. I pushed one up, watching the tender flesh yield under my grasp, while the other moved down. The friction was delicious. His cock throbbed violently as it was teased from both directions.

"Mm…"

A moan slipped from my throat before I could stop it. The sound of his cock sliding between my tits was music, slick and sinful, sending shivers down my spine.

The heat of his cock, the messiness, the lewdness... it all felt too good. I didn't want to stop.

Then, I felt it.

His cock began twitching and very hard.

I looked up at him through heavy breaths, panting softly as I continued pumping my breasts, up and down, surrounding him in nothing but wet, heated softness.

"Nnn, huff... huff... ah... nnnn~!"

His entire body stiffened, and then it happened.

His cock erupted with a force that caught me off guard. Thick, hot ropes of semen shot out, splattering across my face, my cheeks, as well as my lips. I blinked, gasping slightly at the warmth and sheer volume.

"Oh…!"

I stared up at him, stunned but smiling. He looked completely wrecked. His chest heaved, his face flushed and dazed. It was the first time I'd ever seen Leon look so helplessly pleasured.

He looked... cute.

I glanced down at my breasts. They were drenched. Sticky white cum coated them from top to bottom, glistening and dripping in slow trails.

I swiped a finger across the soaked curve of my breast, scooping some of the thick mess up. Then, with a teasing smile, I raised my hand and spread my fingers into a peace sign. The cum stretched between them in a long, stringy strand.

"You're very good at making yourself seductive, Rose," he said, his voice husky and laced with awe. "I would've never expected you to use such huge assets against me."

"Oh, but Leon…" I purred, narrowing my eyes and letting my voice drop low, "You know... we're just getting started…"

That look on his face, flushed, breathless, and entranced, ignited something wild in me. My body moved on its own. I grabbed his cock again, letting it slide back between my tits.

This time, it was even more slippery.

His sperm made the perfect lube. My tits squished together, and I started grinding against him again, not giving him time to recover. Wet, messy sounds echoed around us. And once more... he came. Another thick, hot load shot out between my boobs, adding to the mess.

I looked up at him again. He was panting hard now, chest rising and falling, completely overwhelmed. I pulled my tits apart slightly, making him look down.

I was absolutely soaked in semen. It stretched between the valley of my breasts like globs of wet spiderwebs. It was thick, gooey, and dripping everywhere.

Even after cumming so many times, his cock still looked rock hard with the veins pulsing, like he was eager for more.

"You had your fun," he said, eyes dark with heat. "Now it's my turn."

Leon had me lie down on the bed in the bedroom that had been prepared just for him. Apparently, all the Leonamon branches had rooms like this ready—just in case situations like this happened.

He had me right there, laying against the soft mattress, my back sinking into the plush comfort of the sheets. His cock was pressed right up against my pussy, the heat of it radiating through me, but he wasn't putting it in. He just kept sliding it there, slowly, teasingly.

I didn't get it. Why was he dragging it out like this?

"P-Put it in, please..." I whimpered, my voice trembling.

"Put it in yourself," he said coolly, eyes locked on mine.

He was so irritating when he acted like this. But... I don't know… even that attitude of his made my chest tighten. I couldn't help but give in.

My hands moved on their own. I reached down and wrapped my fingers around his cock, guiding it right to the entrance of my soaking pussy. It was so thick... the head so soft and squishy.

And then—he pushed in.

"Ah...!"

The feeling of him sliding inside me made my body jolt. His cock parting my walls felt so good I almost came on the spot.

"~~~~~Haaaah~"

I let out a shaky breath, trembling from the sudden stretch. My inner walls clung to him so perfectly, as if he was made just for me.

But really... he was the one who made me this way. It wasn't a lie to say he'd molded me to fit him.

"Haaa...~ H-Hurry... Thrust into me... Pound me hard...~"

I didn't even know where those words came from. They just spilled out of my mouth.

We reached for each other's hands and locked fingers tightly, palms pressed together—and then, Leon slammed his hips forward, thrusting hard into me.

"Ahh, ahh, haaah, nnn! Hnngghhh~! Ahhh, ahhhh! Ah! Ah! Ahh! Nnn! Ah! Ahnn!"

He didn't hold back at all. From the very first thrust, he went fast, with his hips going in relentlessly, deep, and rough. But I couldn't say I didn't love it. I did. It felt so fucking good~!

I think... I'm going to get addicted to this feeling...

"Ahhh~! Ahh, ahh...! Ahhh! Ahhn! Ahhh! Ahhhh! AhnnnnN~!!! Ahhh! Right there~ Ahhhnnn, ahh, ahhhh, hnngghhhhhh~! Ahh...~!"

My whole body started to tingle, shivering with every thrust.

With Leon slamming into me like this, I felt like I was made of jelly. My body was shaking all over, bouncing with every deep plunge. My tits were moving up and down, slapping slightly against my chest with each thrust, and my moans grew louder and louder, echoing off the walls.

It felt so good—so overwhelming—that I swear my mind was starting to melt...