Leon Kennedy | Doggy style

Leon’s mouth moves against yours in a slow, deep kiss, warm and deliberate. One large hand cradles the back of your head, fingers sliding into your hair, while the other settles firmly on your waist, the heat of his palm seeping through your clothes. He walks you backward until the backs of your knees hit the edge of the bed, then guides you down onto the mattress with careful strength, following you without breaking the kiss. The sheets are cool against your back for only a second before his larger body covers yours.

When he finally pulls away, his breathing is heavier. Those blue eyes have gone dark, dragging over you with open hunger as he starts undressing you. His hands are warm and slightly rough from work as they push fabric aside, lingering on every new stretch of bare skin. Once you’re completely naked beneath him, he sits back on his heels and just looks at you. His jaw tightens, throat working as his gaze moves slowly down your body.

“God, look at you…” he murmurs, voice low and rough with want.

He pulls his own shirt off first. Smooth, warm skin over hard muscle is revealed — broad shoulders, thick arms, a sculpted chest and toned stomach that flex with every movement. When he pushes his pants and underwear down, his cock springs free, heavy and already fully hard. It’s thick and veiny, the flushed head glistening slightly at the tip, framed by dark, neatly trimmed curls. The size of him is impossible to ignore.

Leon reaches for the nightstand, the drawer sliding open with a soft sound. He tears a condom open with his teeth, then rolls it down his length with slow, deliberate strokes. Once it’s on, he guides you onto your stomach, large hands gentle as he lifts your hips so you’re on your knees, your cheek pressed into the pillow. The air feels cool against your exposed skin until he settles behind you, the heat of his body radiating against the backs of your thighs.

One hand strokes slowly down your spine, the other wrapping around his cock as he lines the thick head against you. He pushes in carefully, letting you feel every inch as he stretches you open. A deep, rough groan rumbles in his chest at the tight, wet heat that welcomes him.

“Fuck… you’re always so tight for me,” he breathes, voice controlled but thick with pleasure. His free hand slides around to rest low on your stomach, holding your smaller body steady against him as he sinks deeper, slow and relentless. “That’s it… just like that. I’ve got you. Feel how perfectly you take me.”