Page 96 of Only With You

He spreads my legs and then I hear a stretch followed by a rip. My lips part as I realize he ripped my thong off me.

“I can’t believe you did that. That wasn’t part of the deal.” I shouldn’t be this aroused, but the action makes my walls pulse and I become wetter. I’ve never experienced this before, and I’m starting to question if being this wet is normal. “Lan?—”

I don’t get a chance to say anything else before he stuffs my thong inside my mouth.

“You good?” I’m certain he’s smirking when he asks.

I don’t care how he sounds because I’m questioning my morality. Is it normal that I’m really into this? Is it okay that having my thong in my mouth while I’m all bare to him, while he can see everything, and he’s still clothed, is turning me on?

“Actually, don’t answer that. If I want to rip off your clothes, I will and don’t act like you don’t like it.” He slaps my pussy hard, causing me to yelp and arch my back. It stings, but the pleasure overrides the pain as he softly rubs his palm over me. “Because you love it.” He slaps it again, and I try to bring my thighs together, but he holds them in place. “That’s why my fingers are soaked. So fucking soaked.”

I groan into the fabric, closing my eyes as a small ripple of euphoria washes over me. He’s barely done anything, but I’ve enjoyed myself more now than I ever have.

I’m so lost in my thoughts, drifting on a cloud of ecstasy, that I’m taken by surprise when Landon, without warning, shoves a single finger inside of me. There’s nothing gentle about the way he does it either. He thrusts it in and out, rough and fast, and as he does, his palm slaps my pussy.

“Oh!” I cry out, but the wet fabric muffles it.

He pulls his finger completely out of me, but then inserts another alongside it. He’s a little slower this time, letting me adjust the stretch and length of his fingers. My walls flutter as they adjust to him, and I wonder what it’d be like to have his dick inside of me. But I don’t get to think about it very long as he drives his two fingers in and out of me.

It’s torture that Landon tied my hands and I’m starting to regret it, because I need to grab something. When I try to press my thighs together, he spreads me farther apart, slapping me once again, but this time, he misses my clit and I wonder if he did that on purpose.

“You want me to stop?” he grunts, now scissoring his fingers inside of me.

I whimper, shaking my head. I’m right there. I’m so close.

“Look at me,” he demands and I do. I listen like a needy slut, wanting more from him. Gawking over my shoulder as he removes his fingers, he raises them and I see how wet they are. They glisten under the light, but apparently, they’re not wet enough because Landon spits on three fingers.Oh, my God.“You’re going to be good and take them, right?”

All I can manage to do is nod and do my best to swallow the saliva pooling in my mouth. When I feel his fingers slide between my folds, the saliva pools out of my mouth, and glides across my cheek.

Bowing my back, I moan and moan again as he drags his fingers so painfully slowly.

Pushing the thong out of my mouth, I frustratedly huff and pin him with a harsh glare. “I swear to God, if you don’t?—”

He stops touching me and lifts a brow. “What will you do?”

“I’ll find someone else to finish the job.”

He doesn’t say anything, but shoves all three fingers inside of me and I tense from the insane stretch.

Air gets caught in my lungs. “Lan…Lan…Landon…” I hoarsely moan and writhe as he relentlessly thrusts his fingers. My thighs quiver and my nipples become hypersensitive as they graze against my duvet.

“No one will ever make you feel like this,” he says harshly, each word piercing a part of body. “No. Fucking. Body. Do you understand me?”

“Y-y-yes.” I sputter out a cry, and right as I’m about to come, I hear the front door open, followed by Gabby’s and Polly’s drunken voices.

My eyes shoot open to the door and the position Landon and I are in.

In a flash, Landon stands and shuts the door.

Disappointment curls in my stomach, knowing he’ll end this because his friends are on the other side of the door. But it quickly fades when he picks up my wet thong.

“Open,” he orders and I do.

He shoves the fabric back into my mouth just as Polly knocks on the door, but panic seizes me because he never locked the door.

“The door. You didn’t lock it,” I warn, but my words are muffled.

He manages to hear me and glances over his shoulder and back at me. A shit-eating grin grows on his lips and he shrugs. “And?” he whispers and sinks to his knees.

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