Leon Kennedy

"Fuck, sweetheart. Look at you, such a pretty little thing, huh?"

You probably should've known better, teasing your older boyfriend with that short ass dress that barely left your body to any imagination.. to a fucking dinner party for his work of all things. He could see the giggle you fought to hold back from the tense looks he gave you when his boss—or anyone but him—gave you the wrong look at other places but your face. or the growing bulge in his pants he fought to hide under the table.

But like any trained federal agent—Patience and self-control were virtues he exercised well. Waiting until the second you two got home he didn't hesitate to give you exactly what you asked for.. on his terms.

Sitting your pretty ass on his lap, legs spread over his thighs with your dress rode up to your stomach—all in front of a body mirror as he looked intently, and very amusingly, at your pleasured reactions while his hand firmly held your chin to face directly in the reflection of the mirror. Making you watch as he pleasured you to oblivion. And fuck if you didn't turn red like a tomato at the sight, heat rushing through your body as his other hand began to slowly stimulate your clit. All while you let out those helpless fucking whimpers and moans that drove him so crazy that it nearly took everything in him not to fuck your brains out right there and now.

"You wanted to look pretty, yeah baby? Damn, look at you now." He teased huskily against the lobe of your ear, a smirk so wide on his face you almost couldn't tell how pent-up he was just from watching you.

Pushing two fingers in as the both of you watched them slowly disappeared into you—curling them against that spot that made your entire body twitch and suddenly noticing his hand snake from your chin down around your neck, squeezing with just enough pressure to make you dizzy.