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The Porsche Cayenne purrs to life in the quiet of the early morning, engine low and smooth—Leon had just parked it outside their apartment after a late night. The car was spotless, custom-painted matte black with gold accents that matched his DSO badge. It was his luxury—hard-earned, meticulously chosen.
He didn’t even make it inside fully before turning around, keys still dangling from his fingers as he looked at you standing by the front door.
“C’mon,” he murmured, “let’s take a ride.”
A slow smirk curled on his lips—the kind that promised trouble.
Leon didn’t wait for a response. In one smooth motion, he grabbed your wrist and tugged you toward the car, his grip firm but not rough—possessive in that quiet way of his.
He practically shoved you into the passenger seat—not harshly, just eager—before climbing over you to click the seatbelt into the place. His leather jacket creaked as he twisted it over your lap, close enough that his stubble brushed your cheek as he pulled back just so, eyes boring down into yours.
“Seatbelt,” he grunted, before rounding the car and sliding into the driver’s seat, already starting the engine with a deep growl.
“Yes sir.” You let out with a slight grin tugging at your lips, a gentle tease there as your eyes roam his figure, muttering something stupid about ‘safety first’.
God dammit, he looked good in that seat—a quiet power that strengthened further now that he’d had some age to him, combined with a few days unshaven and the little graying hairs.
Leon’s jaw tightened at the ‘sir’—always did something to him, that tone of yours. His fingers flexed on the gearshift as he pulled out of their driveway, one hand drifting to your thigh almost automatically.
“Safety first?” He repeated dryly, shooting you a sidelong glance that was pure fucking sin. The streetlights painted his sharp features in gold and shadow as he drove toward the outskirts of town—somewhere secluded.
His thumb pressed into your inner thigh, harder with every passing second. The car accelerated just slightly—enough for you to feel it in your gut. The Porsche rumbles, a vibration running beneath your legs enough to send a familiar twist in your gut.
Your breath hitches, just for a moment before that grin spreads back out, eyes cutting at your husband. He knew. Leon always knew exactly what the hell he was doing.
Leon heard that hitch in your breath—could practically see your chest jump. Felt the shift in the air—knew exactly what it meant. A slow, wicked smirk curled his lips as he took a sharp turn onto a deserted backroad, trees closing in on either side.
The second they hit flat pavement again, his foot pressed down harder on the gas—engine roaring beneath you like a living thing. His hand slid higher up your thigh beneath the skirt, fingers digging in as he glanced at you again.
“Gonna wreck this car if I don’t pull over soon,” he growled—not an exaggeration. The tension was coiled tight between them now.
Your teeth worry into your bottom lip, plush and wetted by your tongue as his hands travel farther up your thigh. The combination—the warmth of his palms heavy on your skin, the vibrations of the car—only had the anticipation for him growing.
“Leon.” Your tone is low, almost warning.
That single word—his name, rough and desperate—was all it took. Leon’s grip on the wheel tightened for half a second before he yanked the steering wheel hard to the right, tires screeching as they skidded onto gravel.
The car lurched to a stop in an empty clearing surrounded by thick trees. He didn’t even turn off the engine—just unclicked both seatbelts in seconds, wrenching you over the center console.
Leon was strong—you knew that, could see that from the way his body had changed in subtle ways over the years, the way his shirts clung to the muscle. Here you sat, looming over him with dark eyes that burned straight through you. Hands steady in your hips as he leaned up, mouth crashing onto yours before you could even catch your breath.
Leon kissed you like he hadn’t seen you in days—no, weeks—all teeth and tongue and claiming. One hand tangled in your hair, the other gripping your hip hard enough to bruise as he hauled you closer. The leather seats creaked under the shift of weight.
He broke away just long enough to growl against your lips, “Fuckin’ ride me—”
A sharp jerk of his hips upward emphasized exactly where he wanted you. No patience tonight, not when every inch of him was wound tight with need.
Your hands fall to his shoulders, thick and strong under your grip as your mouth parts in a sharp gasp. “Fuuck, Lee—“
Your hips grind down hard out of habit, chasing that feeling of friction. There’s only a few seconds of this—that beautiful, torturously slow drag and pull of friction against your clothed clit.
Leon groaned—deep, guttural—when you ground down on him. His head thudded back against the seat, eyes squeezing shut for a second as his hips jerked up to meet yours.
“Fuckin’ tease…” he rasped, laying the seat back as one hand makes its way beneath your waistband.
No finesse here. Just raw need as he shoved fabric out of the way, feeling you with a sharp exhale through clenched teeth. Once the seat is back and he’s got a good look at you above him, fingers teasing at your wet cunt, his other hand works at button of his jeans—the zipper dragged down rough and impatient.
Leon didn’t bother pushing his jeans all the way down—just shoved them and his boxers low enough to free himself, thick and already leaking. His cock twitched in the cool air before he wrapped a fist around it, giving a single rough stroke.
His other hand kept working you—two fingers sliding inside with no warning, curling just right as his thumb pressed against your clit.
“There,” he growled when your hips stuttered, “that’s my girl.”
Your body arched—back bending, a broken moan tearing from your throat as his fingers fucked into you with brutal precision. Every drag of his thumb over your clit sent sparks shooting up your spine.
Leon watched, eyes locked on the way you took his fingers—how wet you already were for him. A satisfied smirk tugged at his lips before he suddenly pulled out, lifting your hips effortlessly to line himself up.
“*Now…be a good girl, and ride me.” He orders—and then bullies his cock into you in one hard thrust, burying himself to the hilt.
A guttural moan tears itself from deep in your chest as he fills you inch by inch, stretching at your walls. That familiar burn sends your fingers grasping around the curve of his shoulders, hips rocking—slowly at first as you adjust, attempting and willing your body to accommodate him. It’s always like this, and you both know it. Tight, wet heat squeezing at his cock like a vise, and he isn’t too proud to let you know he fucking loves it.
Leon’s jaw locked, a string of curses hissing through clenched teeth as your tight cunt squeezed him like a goddamn fist. His hands flew to your hips—gripping hard, thumbs pressing into the soft flesh there—as he fought not to buck up into you.
“Fuck—” he choked out, “so fuckin’ perfect.”
His head fell back again, eyes screwed shut for half a second before they snapped open—burning with need as he watched you move above him. Every shallow roll of your hips had his cock twitching inside you.
Leon couldn’t take it anymore—the slow, torturous ride was killing him. With a rough groan, he yanked you down hard onto his cock, bottoming out with a brutal snap of his hips.
“That’s it—take me,” he snarled, hands guiding your movements now as he started fucking up into you. Each thrust punched the air from your lungs, deep, relentless strokes that had the seat creaking beneath them.
The slaps of skin on skin filled the car along with Leon’s guttural grunts and your breathy whimpers. He wasn’t gentle—not when he needed you this bad.
“Impatient..” You mutter out breathlessly, a pouty expression etched on your face as you lean back slightly, rolling your hips. One large hand comes up to your waist, disappearing under your top to paw at your breasts.
Leon’s hands tug the blouse up over your head in a rough motion, one palm cupped your breast roughly, thumb flicking over your nipple through the fabric of your bra. The other hand returned locked on your hip—pushing you down harder onto his cock with every upward thrust.
“Yeah, impatient,” he bit out, “been thinkin’ about it all goddamn night.”
A particularly sharp snap of his hips had you jolting, tits bouncing in his grip. He ducked his head to catch a stiff peak between his teeth, biting through the bra before reaching around and unclasping it, tugging the strap from your shoulder as it loosens. His lips wrap around your nipple, peaked and skin pebbled as his tongue flicks over it, sucking hard.
Leon’s mouth was filthy—tongue swirling, teeth grazing just enough to make you squirm. Every suck sent a jolt straight to your clit, syncing with the brutal pace of his thrusts.
He switched sides without missing a beat His hips pistoned up into you—no rhythm now, just pure fucking.
“Fuck—gonna come,” he warned gruffly against your skin, “gonna fill this pretty cunt—”
“Yeah?” You hum out in a challenge, unable to resist it—you know what gets him wound up. You wouldn’t have gotten the rock on your finger if you didn’t.
His mouth pops off your tit for good this time, eyes dark as he looks up at you. Not once does either of you stop, each moving in an effort to match the other. You can feel that subtle tightness in your gut, the way your walls pulse around him and fuck if the way he’s looking at you doesn’t make you want to come just like this.
His hand slides up, large fingers dancing over your jaw line—there’s a reverence there—love and adoration in his eyes for a brief moment, before he wraps those fingers around your neck, hard, and tugs you in for a kiss.
Leon crushes his mouth to yours—the kiss messy, all teeth and tongue as he choked you just enough to make your vision blur at the edges. His thumb pressed into your pulse point, while his other hand kept his grip on you, fingers digging into the meat of your hips.
Dragging a hand between you, your fingers meet your swollen clit. The moment you find a solid, steady pressure there, you sigh out against his kiss, nearly sagging against him.
The second that kiss broke, he was growling against your lips. “That’s my girl…come on, come for me.”
Leon felt it—the way your body locked up, cunt clenching around him like a vise as you came. A groan ripped from his throat, hips stuttering as he chased his own release.
One, two more hard thrusts—then he was pumping into you, filling you with hot streaks of cum. His grip on your neck loosened just enough to turn the choke into something almost tender as he rode out the aftershocks.
“Fuck…” he panted against your hair, “knew that tight little pussy could take it.”
You laugh out softly, body folded over him in the seat. “Can take more than that..” You murmur out, hips shifting.
Leon’s spent cock twitched inside you at the movement, still half-hard despite just coming. A slow smirk spread across his face as he caught your chin between his fingers.
“Yeah?” He rumbled out, voice wrecked but already darkening with fresh hunger. His other hand slid down to grip your ass, squeezing before giving a sharp slap.
“The backseat,” he ordered gruffly, “now.”
You peer down at him, forearms braced on his chest, still covered in his button down. Pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, you maneuver your way up, crawling over the console into the back seat. He’d already laid the seats back—probably given you some excuse you’d never even questioned.
“You sure you can take it, old man?” You tease, biting your lower lip to stifle a wicked grin.
Leon growled—actually fucking growled at the ‘old man’ comment. In seconds, he was discarding the leather jacket, pulling off his shirt to reveal that still-ridiculously defined stomach and crawling over the console after you.
He landed on top of you in the backseat with a thud, pinning your wrists above your head as his teeth grazed your earlobe. "Old man?” he repeated, voice dripping with mock offense—and something far more dangerous.
A rough grind of his hips had you feeling just how hard he still was. "Almost forgot my wife had such a smart ass mouth..”
The slide of him through your wet folds is enough to send a jolt straight to your gut, veins burning. Fuuucking guy.
“No you didn’t..” You retort breathlessly, hips lifting to chase the feeling. “You know alllll about this smart ass mouth.”
His hands shove you back down hard against the seats, kissing at your jaw, the column of your throat. The stubble of a few days without a shave scratches at your clavicle, sending a shiver up your back. His lips continue working downward, peppering your chest with wet kisses tongue and teeth lapping at your tits once more.
Leon devoured you—lips, tongue, teeth working your tits with a filthy kind of worship. One hand still held both your wrists above your head while the other groped and pinched at the neglected breast.
A particularly sharp bite to your nipple had you arching off the seat. "Fuck—!”
He ignored it, too busy dragging his mouth lower—over stomachs, nipping at hipbones before finally sinking between legs. No teasing this time. Just a broad lick from clit to hole as he dove in like starved man.
Leon was not a man who could be bothered if it mean his wife’s pleasure was on the line—so when it came to tasting her, he’d do anything to get you where you needed to be. More than once that meant tasting himself on his tongue, mixed with that flavor that’s so perfectly you, that he can’t get enough of.
Leon licked into you like a man possessed—tongue plunging deep before swirling around your clit in rough circles. The taste of his own cum mixed with your slick had him groaning against your cunt, the vibrations making you jerk.
He didn’t let up. Just kept eating you out with single-minded focus, one hand releasing your wrist to grip thigh and shove it wider. "Taste so fuckin’ good,” he muttered between licks, "always do…”
Two fingers join his tongue again—crooking just right as his tongue flits over your clit in tight little circles.
One arm wraps over the tops of your thighs, tugging you closer to him. You let out a gasp, a choked sound as your back slides across the seats. Your fingers find his hair, longer now than it used to be, tangling into the graying mop at the top of his head with a tug.
Leon grunted at the pull on his hair—not in pain, but in approval. The sting only spurred him on, tongue fucking into you harder as his fingers pistoned faster.
“That’s it,” he rasped against your cunt before sucking your clit between lips. A wet noise filled the car as he worked you toward another orgasm with brutal efficiency.
His free hand slid up to pinch nipple again—twisting—because if she wanted to tug? He’d make damn sure she came apart screaming for it.
Leon could feel it—the way your thighs trembled, the tight clench of your cunt around his fingers. He redoubled his efforts, tongue lashing at your clit while he curled those fingers just so—hitting that spot inside you with every thrust.
“Come on,” he growled against you, voice vibrating through oversensitive flesh. “Give it to me.”
And then—like a match to gasoline—his tongue pressed down hard on your clit as two fingers crooked upward again. Leon kept his eyes on you as you struggled to keep yourself above it for just a little longer, his cock hard again between his thighs and desperate for her.
No matter how hard you tried, it was no use—the wave crashed over you hard, eyes squeezing shut tight as his tongie pressed down in relentless circles, pulling your climax from you. Your fingers tighten in his hair, lips parted in a silent gasp.
*Leon sucked your clit through the orgasm, tongue flicking rapidly as he milked every last shudder from you. Only when your hips stopped jerking did he finally pull back—lips wet, chin glistening.
In one fluid motion, he crawled up your body and flipped you onto your stomach. A rough palm pressed between shoulder blades to keep you down as his cock nudged at slick entrance.*
“My turn,” he grunted—then shoved in to hilt in single thrust.
The stretch was immediate—deep and full as Leon bottomed out, a guttural groan tearing from his throat. Easy enough given the slick mess between your thighs, easing him into your cunt once more. His hands gripped your hips hard enough to bruise, yanking you back onto him as he started pounding into you.
No slow build this time. Just relentless fucking—the slap of skin echoing in the car while he chased his own release.
“Fuck—tight little cunt,” he snarled, bending over to bite at your shoulder blade between thrusts.
“Ah!”You gasp out, hips surging back against him, sinking him further into you. “That’s it, baby...” Your voice is whiny at this point, raw and hoarse from panting, but you’ll be god dammed if you’ll let up now.
Leon loved that whiny tone—the way your voice cracked on every thrust. It sent a fresh bolt of lust straight to his cock, hips snapping harder.
“There you go—you can take it,” he gritted out, one hand fisting in the back of your hair tugging you back with each brutal thrust.
The car rocked slightly from the force—leather seats creaking as he fucked you into them. Leon could feel his own orgasm coiling tight—balls drawn up, cock throbbing inside you. The way you moaned out each time he tugged your hair kit a little too hard had him seeing stars, but he refused to come until you did.
“Fuck..gonna make you come again,”
He leaned forward to rasp in your ear, releasing your hair, instead pressing it to the center of your back as his thrusts turned erratic. “You hear me? Gotta remind you exactly why you’re my girl..”
The wet sounds of fucking filled the car alongside Leon’s ragged breathing and occasional grunts. He was close—so fucking close—but not without dragging you over with him.
Your let the pads of your fingers dig into the seats, yours tits pressing hard against the material, sliding with each hard thrust of him behind you.
The walls of your cunt tighten around his cock, the tip of him dragging along that sweet spot. He’s still got his one hand pressed at the middle of your back, holding you down just right, the other keeping your waist steady as he fucks into you.
Biting hard into your lip, you can’t resist looking back. Fucking hell, when you do…your cunt clenches down hard at the way his head is tipped back. the column of his throat on display, Adam’s apple bobbing just slightly as he moans out low and his eyes are shut as he fucks into you.
Leon felt that clench—your cunt squeezing his cock like a vise—and it fucking broke him. A ragged shout tore from his throat as he came, hips stuttering wildly as hot cum flooded your depths.
But he didn’t stop. Not even when the aftershocks hit. Just kept pounding into you through it, chasing the high of your tight heat milking him dry.
“Fuckfuck—!*" *he choked out, “gonna fill you up so good—”
You try your best to keep yourself up, the way his faltered rhythm has your body pushed down against the seat isn’t easy but the way oversensitivity as your vision whites out, the warmth of his cum filling you once more—it’s enough to send you out of fucking body. “Oh my God, Lee..”
Leon collapsed over you the second his orgasm ripped through him, chest heaving against your back as he spilled every last drop inside. His cock twitched weakly with aftershocks, still buried to hilt.
For a long moment, all either of you could do was breathe—skin sticky with sweat, hearts pounding. Then Leon pressed a lazy kiss between shoulder blades before nuzzling there.
“Love you,” he mumbled hoarsely—affectionate in that rough way only sexed-out husbands could be.
Your thighs twitch, a whiny sounds escaping you as you attempt to stretch out. “Love you, you fuckin’ monster..”
Leon chuckled—deep and satisfied—as he finally pulled out, cum leaking onto the already ruined backseat. He gathered you against his chest with surprising gentleness, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“Monster, huh?” he teased, running a hand down your trembling stomach. “Pretty sure you begged for that.”
A pause. Then he smirked: “Wanna go again?”
“Jesus..” You shove at his shoulder with a groan, face and chest flushed a deep pink. It doesn’t keep that stupid grin from your lips.
Leon caught your wrist, pulling it to his lips for a kiss—all cocky charm and post-sex glow. His other arm tightened around you, keeping you tucked against him.
“C’mon,” he murmured against your palm, “know that pretty cunt can take more.” A slow grind of his half-hard cock against your thigh emphasized the point.
The bastard was already getting hard again—and Jesus Christ, in the years you’d spent married to this man…you’d learned by now not to underestimate his hunger when it came to you.
Most of all…it wasn’t exactly a no.