Page 171 of Only With You

I shudder as he pulls away, taking all his body heat with him, and the promise of his words saturating the oxygen around us. The air feels so thick, it smolders my lungs, making it hard to breathe.

I get the first intake of air when he pulls the jersey over my ass and rips my panties off. And to prove how much he’s going to piss me off, he tosses the shredded material next to my face on the bed.

My head furiously snaps back and I glare at him. “Absolutely not! You know clothes are a hard limit.”

With little to no disregard, he lazily lifts a shoulder and blankly looks at me. “I don’t care.” And with his eyes locked on mine, he lifts his palm and slaps my ass cheek hard. I yelp and jolt at the sudden pain, almost standing, but he holds me down with his other palm. “Stay still, or don’t. It’s not going to get any better.”

Then he’s slapping the other cheek. I yelp louder than before, the sharp blistering sting shooting down to my toes.

Swallowing hard, I puff out a labored breath. “That didn’t hurt.”

Oh, it did, but I want him to do it again. That’s why I lift my ass up, almost standing on the tips of my toes.

“That wasn’t the point.” Something sadistic tinges his voice. He uses his foot to spread my legs all while he’s making sure my back stays arched for him.

I warily stare at him and blink a few times as he spits on my pussy and he does it again as if the first time wasn’t enough. Though it should’ve been, because I know I’m extremely wet.

“Now, this might.” He swings his palm back and slaps my pussy like he did last time.

He wasn’t lying. It hurts so much I have to smother my whimpered cry into the mattress while I fist the sheets. He does it again, harder this time, and again, I suppress the noise because it’s not just a whimper this time. It’s a guttural cry because it hurts, but the pain slowly starts to fade and become pleasurable.

My core constricts, my toes curl, and my clit throbs in anticipation for him to do it again despite how my pussy protests that it’s had enough.

He continues his assault, alternating between each ass cheek and my pussy all while deliberately missing my clit.

“Please,” I beg, my breaths harsh, knuckles white, and body painfully aching to come. “Please, Landon.”

I severely and utterly fucked up. I don’t know what the hell I was thinking when I decided to provoke him. I really hate who I was a few minutes ago because we’re not the same person.

I should’ve known he’d intentionally withhold my orgasms. I should’ve known this was his plan all along, because if there’s one thing I’ve learned from Landon, it’s that he’s a petty bastard.

“I was kidding.” I try to close my legs again, but his foot next to mine stops me from doing so. “I don’t really know Quinton. He messages me all the time, but I swear I don’t reply. I?—”

“He what?” His voice deepens, striking something in the air.

“It’s nothing. It doesn’t matter. I’m sorry, okay? I shouldn’t have teased you like that. Can you please let me come?”

“No, what did you say?” he asks and reaches for the strapless strap-on and the lubricant.

I bite my bottom lip, but I release it when he slaps my pussy again. I moan, closing my eyes, and shamelessly grind against the bed in hopes that it’ll do something, but it doesn’t because of the pillow propped underneath me.

“He messages me on Instagram, but I swear I never reply.”

I hear the muffled buzz before I feel the tip of the soft silicone being dragged down my slit. I groan, my eyes fluttering and unabashedly, I roll my hips in hopes that it’ll graze my throbbing clit. I even make it pulse faster, hoping that’ll be enough for me to come, but I don’t.

I swear I could scream, and I almost do when he sets it down on the bed again.

“Anyone else?” Those two throaty words feel like ice against my skin, but that’s not the only thing that feels cool. He slathers the lube on my asshole.

My eyes widen as I understand what we’re about to do, and I’m petrified as I am excited.

Peeking over my shoulder, I watch him unbutton his jeans and pull his zipper down. I stare, stupefied, as he tugs his jeans and boxer briefs down, his hard dick springing out.

“Julianna, anyone else?” he irritably asks, pulling my attention up to his face that’s marred in annoyance.

“Just a…few other guys,” I admit, but I omit the part that even if I wanted to talk to them, I can’t, because I can’t stop comparing any of them to him. No one seems to measure up.

“Hmmm.” He discards the rest of his clothes, and he stands behind me completely naked.

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