Page 48 of Fear of Love
“Good girl.” Landon’s words only spurred me on. I didn’t realize I enjoyed praise so much until hearing that phrase leave Landon’s mouth.
Landon let me have control for another minute before he pushed me farther into the couch, halting my movements. Pinned against the armrest, he gave me no warning as he flexed his hips and drove into me.
“That’s it. Take every inch of me.”
Over and over, his hips slapped against me, where all I could do was hold onto the couch like a lifeline. His hands gripped my hips so hard I knew there would be fingerprints there later.
His neighbors could probably hear what we were doing with how loud my moans were. They could listen all they wanted as each snap of his hips hit that spot deep inside of me. A spot that had my toes curling in my heels.
“Lan,” I whimpered, which resulted in a brutal thrust from him that had my heels coming off the floor.
“It’s okay baby. You’re doing so good.”
Leaning over my back, Landon reached his arm around, encasing my throat with his hand. With his thumb and middle finger, he pressed on the side of my neck with just the right amount of pressure that had my eyes rolling back. He didn’t do it hard enough where I couldn’t breath but just enough it sent a wave of pleasure between my legs.
Using that hand, he hauled me against his chest. My fingers moved to barely graze the armrest as my back arched, ass tight against his front. Using my throat Landon turned my head so I could see him.
“Look at me while I fuck you.” The command in his voice made my eyes roll. “I could spend all day inside you.”
The sounds of us filled his apartment, our moans mixing together in a perfect song. I was close and Landon knew it. He slammed into me at the perfect angle, hitting that spot that had me seeing stars. Adding a tiny bit more pressure to my throat was all it took to send me over the edge.
As I came, one thing was crystal clear. I could do this every damn day and never tire of it. Of him.
14
LANDON
“Good morning, Boss,” one of my favorite employees, Emily, greeted me as she walked into the ice rink on Friday.
“Morning, Emily,” I replied, looking up from the paperwork on my desk.
“What’s on the schedule today?” the nineteen year old asked as she leaned against the doorway. She’s worked for me for the last two years, coming in everyday, staying later than needed, and keeping the rink in tip top shape. I made sure to pay her well so she could afford her textbooks.
“We have a team practice at two o’clock for the Junior League since we have a game Tuesday. And then around four, we have practice for Little League,” I said as I sat back in my chair. While the bigger kids had actual practice, the little ones were here to learn to skate and hold a stick.
Since I opened the doors at nine this morning, only a handful of people came in to skate on their own, but in the next two hours, this place was going to be packed. The mornings were typically quieter with students in school, but during summer and winter breaks, there was a constant stream of people coming and going.
“Should I get the sticks and pucks ready?” Emily asked.
“That would be great. If you can put the cones on the ice, too?” I gave her a small grateful smile. I had so much going on with practices, games, and Hockey for Kids coming up soon.
“Got it, Boss.” Before she left, she peeked her head back into the room. “Who was the pretty blonde that was in here the other day? You two seemed cozy.”
I narrowed my eyes at her, which only made her smirk. “Were you watching us?”
“You two were right in front of the desk. Of course I watched.” She gave me a look that of course she did. “So?”
“None of your business.” I crossed my arms, leveling her with a look that did nothing.
“She’s really pretty.”
Yes, she is.
I can still see her bent over my couch as I fucked her. The way she moaned my name when she came. Just thinking about the way she took everything I gave her, made me hard.
Now is not the time,I mentally scolded myself.
“And?” I asked, trying to keep those dirty images out of my head. Thinking about fucking Lydia was the last thing I needed to be doing. Not when I had Emily in front of me and an ice rink about to be filled with kids.
