Page 18 of Leaving Lando

Just Getting Started

He’s so deliciously big.I moan, my head going back, as Lando stretches me, filling me inch by inch. My arms are around his neck, my legs around his waist, holding him close while I kiss his neck, his face, my tongue flicking out to taste his skin.

“Fuck, you feel good,” he grits out.

“So do you.” I’m full to bursting now, his girth rubbing against all my sensitive inner ridges. “Your aim’s pretty damn good, detective.”

In answer, he claims my mouth for a long, deep, wet kiss, our tongues dancing, dueling. It leaves me breathless … and then he starts to move. “Oh fuck,” I groan when he slides partway out of me, then pushes back in. “Don’t stop, Lando.”

“Not a chance, Red.” He speeds up until he’s pounding into me, and I hope his house has good insulation because I can’t be quiet. My ecstatic cries echo off the walls, every stroke of his cock sending more and more pleasure spiraling out from my center and back again, until I’m teetering on the edge, ready to explode.

“I’m gonna make you come so hard. All over my cock.”

I’m holding on for dear life, my nails digging into his back, scoring his flesh. Suddenly, Lando stops deep inside me, swings me away from the wall, and carries me to the kitchen island. Laying me down, he moves my legs so my feet are resting on his shoulders.

He leans over, powering into me even harder, but now his cock is rubbing my clit. “Fuck!” I yell. Sensation gathers and swells in my core, coiling tighter and tighter. “Yes!”

“Take it,” he orders. “Take me. All of me, Brianna.”

I want to look at him, but my back bows as my climax slams into me with the force of a tidal wave, snapping my head back. My pussy clamps around him as wave after wave of pleasure pours over me. I’m gripping him so hard, coming all over his cock just like he said, unable to stop.

But he doesn’t follow me over the edge. He rides it out until I finally relax my hold a little, and then he pulls out and flips me over so I’m face down on the counter. When he enters me again, I’m still so sensitive that it takes me right back to the verge.

Now he’s pounding my g-spot, and holy fuck, it catapults me straight into another violent orgasm. “Lando!” I scream as my body convulses. His hand tangles in my hair, pulling my head back, and he fucks me even harder.

And I come, and come, and come, until finally he lets go and pours himself out inside me, filling me up, my pussy milking his cock for every last drop.

When we’re spent, he covers my body with his. Not squashing me; he’s holding most of his weight off of me. It’s almost protective. And then his lips brush the skin behind my ear … and a door in my heart wrenches open.

I slam it shut again as hard as I can. No way am I going to spoil this party by falling for the world’s best fuck buddy. Instead, I make myself relax and savor the closeness while it lasts.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice even deeper and warmer than usual.

“Oh yeah. Never better.”

“Good.”

He helps me off the counter, and I stand on shaky legs and force myself to be businesslike. “Is it okay if I use the shower before I go?”

His eyes narrow. “Go where?”

“Well, you know. It’s late, for me anyway. I have to be up in a few hours.”

Lando’s arm circles my waist and he pulls me close. “We’re not done, Red. Not even close.”

A quiver runs through me, and only part of it is anticipation. Falling for Lando would be so easy … and a huge mistake. I have plans that don’t include him, and he’s more the hit it and quit it type than a dedicated family man.

I’ve got to keep my head screwed on straight here. More sex with Lando certainly won’t hurt me; I should have known once wouldn’t be enough for him. I’ll just keep the mood light, and everything will be fine.

“That was quite a ride, cowboy. Do you always have that kind of stamina?”

“No. Usually I have more.” I gape at him, but there’s no hint that he’s joking. “I haven’t been with anyone since I met you, Red.”

That door bangs open again, letting in a fresh breeze full of hope. Delusional hope. I kick it closed and hammer in some nails for good measure. “Since when are you a monk?”

Lando shrugs. “Wasn’t intentional. Just worked out that way.” He picks me up and drapes me over his shoulder again, like all my curves don’t weigh a thing. “I’m gonna fuck you again, and then I’m gonna feed you.”

My stomach chooses that moment to rumble so loudly they’ll hear it at the other end of the state. “When’s the last time you ate?” he demands.

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