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“Just because I told you not to speak doesn’t mean you should withhold your moans from me. Let me hear what I do to your needy, slutty pussy.” He digs his heel into my clit to add pressure and thrusts the two fingers inside of me. My walls clamp around them and my body tenses in a way that almost has me seeing stars.

I don’t know what comes over me, but when he curls his fingers, I lose it, becoming a whimpering mess as I ride his hand desperately.

“So fucking good. Like that,” he gruffly praises, the tenor of his voice dropping extremely low. “Fuck my hand like that. Show me how badly you want to be fucked. Show me how much you want my cock in your pussy.”

A rush of heat shoots from the top of my spine straight to my core. I’m not sure if it’s his words, the images that play in my head, or both, but it encourages me to move faster and press my body closer to him.

The slick sound of my arousal on his hand and my desperate moans take over the car. It sounds and feels unreal how wet I am. I can feel it coat my thighs and cling to the inside of my stockings and thong.

Pleasurable mewls leave my lips as I feel the orgasm approaching. But they morph into breathless, lewd whimpers when Landon pulls me closer, nips my jaw, and descends to the pulse beneath it. He latches onto the side of my throat and sucks hard. He bites down. His warm tongue glides around my skin and then it all comes crashing hard.

My fingernails dig into his shoulder blades. I let out a loud cry and my body goes rigid as a forceful wave of ecstasy takes over. I arch my back, holding onto him as my stomach tightens and my clit pulses erratically.

It takes me a moment to gather myself, but when I finally do, I lose it. Landon’s hot breath fans the wet spot on my neck. He kisses the spot a few times, and when he’s done, he removes his fingers from inside me and raises them.

His entire hand glistens with my arousal and I swear just when I thought things couldn’t get any hotter, he draws his fingers into his mouth and hums appreciatively.

He pulls them out and licks his lips. “So fucking good.” Then drags his slick index finger down the column of my throat. “I own you. Say it.”

“You own me,” I hoarsely say and shudder at the wave of satisfaction that rolls over me.

He releases my hair and wraps his hand around my throat and forces me to look at him. “Such an obedient slut. I can’t wait to owneverypart of you.”

I don’t know why him calling me a slut feels so arousing. Like an aphrodisiac I didn’t know I needed. It not only scratches an itch I’ve desperately craved, but it brings my body to life.

And I get exactly what he means byeverywhen he palms ass cheek and his fingers dig into it until I feel them brush close to my asshole.

I bite the inside of my cheek and sheepishly nod. I’ve never done anal, but I’m not opposed to it. I’m actually kind of intrigued and he must sense it, because his expression darkens.

“So eager…good.” He squeezes my throat and I lean into him as I bring my hands to the button of his jeans. “I don’t have a condom.”

“I’m on birth control and I’m clean.” I undo his button. “You’d be my first.”

I’ve never been with a guy without a condom, but I trust Landon.

He tips my head up for me to look at him and his molten eyes search mine. But I find myself staring in too deep because I think he’s staring at me…possessively? “I’m clean and you’d be my first, too.”

I like the sound of that too much, but I don’t linger on it as I hear the sound of his zipper being dragged down. I lift up as best as I can to let him pull his jeans and boxers down and when his cock springs free, my eyes bulge out in disbelief.

“Oh, hell no.” I blink one too many times, staring astonished at the size of his dick. I shouldn’t be thinking of other dicks, but I’ve never seen one this massive, this thick. And I know Landon’s tall as fuck, but this is insane. Jesus Christ.

He cockily smirks. “Not micro.”

“You’re going to break me.” I blanch.

“Yeah, most likely.”

I glare at him. “That’s not reassuring, Landon.”

“Well—fuck,” he grumbles and tucks himself back when bright lights illuminate behind us. “It’s the tow truck, but I swear I’m not done with you.” He cups my jaw and pulls me close, pressing a swift but tender kiss to my lips.

That renders me speechless and I think it does to him, too. We both stare at each other for a second before he clears his throat. “Stay in the car. I’ll go talk to him.”

I climb off his lap and sit on the passenger seat. “I need to grab my stuff.”

“Stay. I’ll grab it for you,” he says, and with one last glance, he steps out.

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