Chapter 112

• Sophia starts to vibrate and shake as she nears completion, beginning in her legs as the building tension and warmth in her lower stomach grow. The tiny tingling all over as it reaches her scalp and toes and shoots in every direction as her body works towards its goal. She rubs harder between her thighs. Leon slides his hand from one of her hips and entangles it in her hair, tugging a fistful, pulling her head back lightly to keep a better hold on her. She is insanely turned on with hair pulling, and it shoots her responses to the moon as she begins to groan out loud, murmuring his name. She used to melt anytime he grabbed her hair during intimacy. He remembered.... one of the few kinks she did ask for back then.
• "I'm going to...." She breathes the words out, being bounced with every slam, yet it grows and builds inside of her like an epic explosion. Dampness soaking her between the thighs and up to his groin, she knows she is about to meet the stars. She cannot perform simple tasks like talking anymore, so wrapped up in her sensations. Memories of epic orgasms prompting her to mentally ask herself why she avoided intimacy and even self-pleasure all these years. She was missing this.
• Leon takes that as a signal to annihilate her completely. She was wrong if she thought he was being pretty hard on her body and pleasing her intensely. His grip on her hair tightens, so her chin points to the ceiling. His hand on her rear digs into her skin and causes such acute pain-pleasure that she moans loudly, and he ups the speed to inhumane levels, so she's being destroyed by skill. She cannot take it at all. Pounded so hard, the dampness runs down her inner thigh, and she screams with every connection, feeling like he's touching her stomach internally. He's hitting that deeply. Her head missing the headboard by an inch with every forced thrust forward. Yet this is precisely what she wanted. This is the literal definition of being lost in pleasure.