𝓛𝓮𝓸𝓷 𝓚𝓮𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭𝔂| ɪᴍᴀɢɪɴᴇꜱ ʙᴏᴏᴋ 4

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I check my phone one last time just in case the babysitter texted about my four year old daughter, Grace. Seeing no messages, I'm not any more reassured than before, but I guess that's the struggles of being a single mother. I'm forced to carry the weight and responsibilities all my myself, but I'm more than happy to do it. Grace's father was toxic, blaming me for the pregnancy as soon as he found out- as if he didn't do half the job- and then throughout it all he cheated on me with more women then I can count on one hand, he didn't stick around long by the time Grace was born, and ever since it's been four years of loneliness. I love my daughter, more than anything in the world, but it'd be nice to have someone to care for me as much as I care for her. I know I'm deserving of love too, even if I already have a child who also needs loving. I shake away the pulling feeling of heading home and having another Disney night with my girl, I really just need to let loose, maybe meet a man and see if anything comes from it. 

I head into the cosy bar, the warm lights enticing as I take a seat at the bar and order a drink. My eyes scan the space, observing the people and ambience as I wait for my drink. There's a lot of couples here tonight, which only sours my mood, but my eyes then land on one handsome, blonde man seated in the corner, his gaze already on me. I give him a soft, polite smile before sipping on my drink, hoping I've still got it. Seconds later, the magnetic man makes his way over to me, smile growing into a charming grin as he leans on the bar beside me, giving me enough space to not feel uncomfortable. "Hi." He breathes out, eyes twinkling with mischief. 

"Hey." I reply, tone sultry as I bite my lip and gesture to the empty seat next to me. The man takes it, as I take a big swig of my drink, hoping it'll wash away the anxiety rising within me. "I'm Y/N." I add, holding out my hand. The man takes it, brows lifting in approval before he shakes it and introduces himself. 

"I'm Leon." For the next few hours we fall into easy conversation, it's like we've known each other for years rather than hours. With Leon's cheesy jokes and honesty, it was hard not to find something in common with him, the conversation flowed effortlessly, and he made me laugh harder than ever before. We shared stories of our jobs and lives, along with the basic exchange of information. He was kind, always paying for my drinks and offering to grab some food if I got hungry, he never tried to touch me or skip to the end of the night, it seemed like he genuinely had an interest in me- to say I was head over heels would be an understatement. I avoided the topic of Grace, not once telling him about my daughter or rocky past, usually that's where men turned and ran for the hills, and selfishly I liked Leon too much for that to happen yet. By the time the bar begins to close, Leon suggests going back to his place, and with the heat built up within me, I'd be a fool not to agree. 

Hand in hand, fingers intertwined perfectly, we walk down the streets and towards Leon's apartment. At one point I get cold, so he tucks his jacket around my shoulders, not batting an eyelash at the gesture. The second we step into the elevator of his building, our lips and bodies collide in a frenzy, the reality of the situation hit me, the butterflies in my stomach making an appearance once more, but this time not from anxiety, but from excitement, I hadn't felt this alive in years. We have trouble unlocking his door, unable to pull away from each other long enough to fit the key into the hole, both of us laughing as Leon tries and tries, until eventually it works. Once inside, our clothes come off in the blink of an eye, both of us needy and desperate for a taste of each other.

Leon hauls me up in his arms, lips attacking my neck as his cock prods at my entrance, but we've got no stability. Instead of making the ten second trip to the bedroom, Leon sets me on the coffee table, shoving off magazines and coasters as he kneels between my thighs and laps at me like a starved man. I scream out, the sensation unfamiliar in the best of ways, my fingers tangle in his hair as he groans and buries his face deeper, showing no hesitation to ensure I come before him. When he adds two fingers to the mix, I drench his face, riding the ridge of his nose as he praises me and grins, licking his lips looking like the cat who got the canary. I beckon him to me with a finger, grinning as I sit up and taste myself on his tongue; divine. Leon's arms wrap around me, this time we make it to the bedroom before he tosses me onto my back, my body bouncing on the mattress before Leon presses his weight into me, cock barely slipping past my soaked entrance.