Page 39 of Fear of Love
Landon paused in the hallway long enough to kiss the daylights out of me before continuing to my bedroom. His shoulder wedged my door open wider so he could get through. Stopping in the middle of my room, Landon slid me down his body with a surprising gentleness, my bare chest grazing his. My hands trailed down his front to the buckle of his jeans.
“Unfair I’m practically naked and you still have these on.” I played with the top of his jeans as I looked up at him in permission. His face was calm, but I could feel his heavy breathing as he gave me a nod.
My hands shook slightly as I unbuckled his jeans, easing them off his hips until they pooled at his feet and he stepped out of them. I briefly wondered where his shoes went, but the outline of his cock took all my attention.
The need to feel him—taste him—was so overpowering I didn’t second-guess myself before tugging his boxers down. His length bounced out in front of him, his dick rock hard and such a beautiful sight to see. My eyes zeroed in on the tip and how much precum was already visible. I wanted nothing more than to lean forward and trail my tongue over it to taste him.
I knew he was big. Hell, I felt him pressed against me just moments ago, but I was still surprised enough that my mouth went dry. I brought my hand up and wrapped it around his length, fingertips grazing each other. That alone had me groaning, a sound echoed by Landon above me.
He was heavy and thick in my hand. Just the thought of him inside me had my hips wiggling in anticipation. I already knew the stretch would be the perfect mix of pain and pleasure.
My eyes were glued to him as I gently stroked him. I could feel every vein as my hand moved from tip to base. The need to feel and taste him was almost overwhelming. He got on his knees for me, so it was only fair I returned the favor.
Landon stared down at me as I sank to my knees, pupils blown to the point where I could barely make out the color of them.
“Lydia.” I wasn’t sure if it was a plea to stop or continue. I was about to ask if this was okay when his hand touched the top of my head. I took that as encouragement to continue.
My thighs rubbed against each other as I stared at his cock that was inches from my lips. Looking up, I met Landon’s eyes as I tentatively licked the head. The shudder that went through his body gave me courage to drag my tongue on the underside of his cock.
Landon’s hand was soft on my head, gently brushing my hair out of my face as he gazed down at me. There was something so erotic, yet loving, with maintaining eye contact with the person you were pleasuring. I watched as his jaw tightened, and his abs flexed. The way his eyes became hooded with each lick.
When I wrapped my mouth around the tip, his grip on my head tightened. My lips tried to stretch into a grin as I leaned forward, taking more in my mouth.
His hips flexed as I bobbed my head. Feeling him grow harder in my mouth made me moan, the sound muffled by his length. There was something about pleasing a man that made me feel like a goddess. Like,yes, I made him moan like that.
As the minutes passed, his grip on my head tightened until Landon’s fingers threaded through my hair. He pushed my head down, the act of him taking control making me wetter.
With watery eyes, I put my hands on his muscular thighs and looked up at him. The sight of him from down on my knees, abs tightened, eyes squinted down at me was almost enough to make me come right then and there.
I kept eye contact as I gladly let him fuck my mouth like he owned it. And in this moment, he did.
The sound of my gagging filled the air, the noise more erotic than anything I ever heard. Landon continued fucking my mouth before he suddenly pulled himself free. I was a mess as I stared up at him panting, drool on the sides of my mouth. His thumb came down to rub against my lips.
“Knew this mouth had more use than talking back.” Landon’s voice was gravelly as he teased me. In response, I opened my mouth and took his thumb in, my teeth grazing the pad. From the corner of my eye, I watched his dick twitch, making me grin inwardly.
“I want you bent over as I take your pussy.”
I didn’t get a word in as Landon grabbed my wrists and hauled me off my knees. In one motion, he turned me around to face my bed. With his strong chest against my back, he ushered me toward the foot of my bed. My heart fluttered in my chest as anticipation built. As soon as the front of my knees hit the bed, a firm hand on my lower back pushed me forward.
Large hands caressed my ass before Landon grabbed my underwear. I completely forgot I still had them on as Landon tugged them down my legs, tapping my calves for me to lift my feet up.
My breathing quickened as I laid my arms and chest on the bed. My cheeks flamed at this position. Every single inch of me was on display for him. There was no hiding as he stood behind me.
“Fuck, you have a nice ass.” He punctuated his words by a smack to my ass. I let out a yelp at the suddenness but grew wetat the action. When he did it again, I buried my face into the bed to stifle my moan. My ass stung in the most perfect way. “Someone likes that, doesn’t she?”
All I could do was moan as he spanked me again. With every smack to my ass, I wondered if Landon was secretly kinky. Wondered what else he liked.
When a finger ran through my wet folds, my toes lifted up, practically presenting myself to him. I wasachingto be filled.
“Don’t worry, I plan on fucking you until your voice is hoarse from screaming.” Landon’s voice held all sorts of promises.
Please, I mentally pleaded. As his finger circled my clit, I moved my hips, needing more.
“No more teasing,” I begged. I needed his cock.
“Think you’ve been a good enough girl?” he taunted.
“Yes.” I wasn’t above begging anymore. Anything to feel him inside of me.
