Chapter 7 — Cum in her throat

Leon’s POV

Bella laughed. She then rolled onto her back, arching so her tits strained against the lace, her nipples were hard and dark. “Then start siphoning, baby. Take the billions. Bleed them dry. You’re not some errand boy. You’re Leon fucking Vance.”

The maid gagged as I pushed her head down deeper, my fingers tangling in her hair. Not gentle. I'm never gentle. Her throat clenched around me, wet and tight, spit dripping down my huge c*ck and onto my balls. I held her there. I watched her eyes water and felt her fight for air. Her tongue fluttered against the underside of my cock, trying to please me.

I pulled her off just before she broke. She gasped, strings of spit connecting her lips to my cock. I slapped it against her tongue — the wet smacks echoing in the room. Then I shoved back in, deeper and harder, until her nose pressed into my pelvis and her throat spasmed around me like a fist.

“Not yet,” I growled, voice cracking with restraint. “I know how they work. I know their weaknesses. Timing is everything.”

Bella sat up now, crawling to the edge of the bed . Her eyes were filled with lust and something darker. “Oh!! I messaged Ava earlier,” she said, her voice dripping with mock innocence. She licked her lips, slow and deliberate. “She knows that I'm in Paris to attend to a family emergency. She also said she misses you. Can’t wait for you to come home.”

She paused, letting the words hang in the air like smoke.

“Said she misses your dick.”

The words hit me like a shot of whiskey straight to the vein. My cock twitched in the maid’s throat, swelling thicker, and harder.

I took another deep drag of my cigar, held it for a while in my mouth, let it burn, then exhaled through my nose. The smoke curled around my face.

Bella grinned, looking cruel and damn beautiful. “Oh!! Poor Ava. Still faithful. Still waiting for you. She probably touching herself right now, wishing it was you.”

I didn’t bother to answer her as I was in my own world. I just gripped the maid’s hair tighter, forced her down until her throat bulged with my cock.

"Oh! Fuck yeah!! Suck that dick." I blurted out, smoke from my mouth and nostril filled the air.

Her hands clutched my thighs tightly, nails digging in deep enough to draw blood. I didn’t care about that.

I started guiding her now real fast and brutal, to suit my pace. My hips thrust up to meet her drooling mouth, fucking her face like it was a pussy, my cock filling her mouth. Wet, sloppy sounds filled the room. Her throat choking, gagging, and spitting. Her mascara ran in black rivers down her cheeks due to her teary eyes, which were begging for air. Her lips were swollen and red, stretched wide around my girth.

Bella now watched closely, her thighs squeezed together. I already knew that she was getting wet.

"Enjoying the view, love." I said, my voice was gravel and lethal.

“You think she’s still waiting for you? Do you think she has changed to being your loyal wife?” she whispered, ignoring my yearning voice for her body. Her voice was trembling with excitement. “Think she hasn’t let anyone else inside that tight little—”

“Ava wouldn't dare,” I snarled, my voice cracking with the edge of release.

The maid whimpered around my cock, tears streaming in her eyes, body shaking. Her throat was a vice, milking me with every choke. I could feel it building — the heat, the pressure, the need. My balls drew up tight, aching and ready to explode.

I took one final drag of the cigar, held it, then crushed it out on the marble table with a hiss. The smoke lingered in the air like a ghost.

Bella leaned forward, tits spilling out of her bra now, nipples hard and dark. “Cum in her throat, Leon. I want to see it.”

I didn’t need her fucking permission. I never did.

"Oh! You want that! Huh!"

I gripped the maid’s hair with both hands now, digging my fingers deeply into her scalp, and fucked damn hard, fast and deep. Her throat bulged with every thrust, her gag reflex spasming and her spit dripping down my balls and onto the floor. Her eyes were begging for mercy as mouth was serving another more important purpose. I could feel her choking, fighting for air, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop.

“Ohh!! Fuck yeah— Ohh! Shit!”

I came like a fucking volcano.

My cock pulsed twice — thick, hot ropes of cum shooting straight down her throat. She choked, swallowed, gagged but took it all. I pinned her down, pulled out my dick with one pop and slapped it on her face until the last drop spilled. Her body shook and her lips turned blue around me. Her throat clenched around my cock like it was trying to milk me dry.

I pulled out slow, my cock still hard, bobbing and twitching, covered in spit and hot cum. A thick string of it connected her lips to my tip. I slapped it across her face again — the wet smack echoing in the room. Cum and spit smeared across her cheeks, her lips, and her chin. She licked it up, desperate, and hungry, like it was the only thing that mattered.

I shoved her off.

She collapsed on the floor, gasping, and coughing, cum dripping from her chin onto the marble. Her robe had fallen open completely now, her tits heaving, and nipples hard. Her pussy was soaked through the lace. She looked up at me with wide, worshipful eyes.

I didn’t look at her.

I looked at Bella.

She was on her knees now, at the edge of the bed with thighs spread wide. Her thong was soaked — a dark wet spot right at the crotch. She’d been touching herself while watching. Her fingers glistened under the soft lights.

“It seems you're done with your appetizer, love. It's time for the main meal.” she whispered, voice trembling with need, giving me those lethal eyes that could make any man lose it.

I stood up, my cock still hard and dripping, and took one step toward her.

The night was just getting started.

The door clicked shut behind the maid, and the apartment was finally quiet for some seconds. The air still carried the warm trace of her perfume and the faint scent of wine on her breath.

My cock was still damn hard, and still wet from earlier. It was still heavy enough that each step made it tap against my thigh. I should’ve felt drained, even for a bit but something about tonight had pushed every button inside me. But one thing was clear, I was still active, ready to devour this bitch.

Bella knelt on my bed, spread her legs, breathing hard like she’d been waiting to be claimed for hours instead of minutes. The strap of her bra hung off her shoulder, one nipple was out. Her thong was so wet that it looked painted on. She watched me like a woman starving, and damn, I loved that look too much.

I stepped closer to her. The floor was still wet with the maid’s spit, and it clung to the soles of my feet. It didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except the way Bella’s chest rose and fell and the way her thighs twitched like she was barely holding herself back from grabbing me first.

I took her throat in one hand brutally, just enough to remind her who she’d come here for.

"Don't mention Ava again." I said, my voice lethal. I don't want anything to cross my mind while eat her up.

Her pulse jumped under my palm like she was shocked I touched her at all or maybe what I said, even though we both knew this was why she stayed. She opened her mouth, her breath warm on my jaw.

I kissed her hard, too hard, because I didn’t want tenderness—I never liked that in bed.

Her tongue met mine with hunger, with frustration, with a kind of desperation that tasted more real than anything I’d had in weeks, even with the time I'd spent fucking Ava. Bella's just hit different. It was as if she longed for me.