Page 42 of Fear of Love
“God, this fucking mouth.”
“If you admit it, I’ll let you bend me over the counter and fuck me,” I taunted. The heat that flared in his eyes had me smirking.
“Oh, I’m going to fuck you over the counter either way,” Landon said it so matter-of-factly that any sort of response died on my lips.
Taking advantage of me being speechless, he ran his hands up the backs of my bare thighs. Goosebumps peppered my skin as he slid them under my sweatshirt.
His fingers stilled when he reached the crease of my ass, finding I wasn’t wearing any panties.
“There’s absolutely nothing on under this, is there?” My answer was only a smile. “You really are asking to be bent over this counter.” His fingers dug into the flesh of my ass.
With me between his legs, I was at the same height as him, which made it easy to lean forward and graze his lips with myown. “And why aren’t you doing just that?” I nipped at his bottom lip, what I asked him moments before completely erased from my mind.
“Such a little brat,” he spoke against my lips. I went to make a retort only for Landon to move me back a step as he stood. He flipped me around until I was facing my countertop, hand on my upper back and gently pressing me forward until I was bent over, ass in the air directly in front of him.
I felt his knees come between my legs, nudging them farther apart until the hem of my sweatshirt rode up, barring all of me to him. I rested my hands on the cool counter.
Landon didn’t utter a word, but I could feel his eyes on every inch of me. My legs wanted to close, but his muscular thighs prevented me. The fact he could easily overpower me was a turn on I didn’t even know I needed.
When a finger ran through my pussy, I jolted forward in surprise. I clamped my lips together to hold back the groan that wanted to break free. His finger lazily ran over me like he had all the time in the world.
My fingers curled inside the sleeves of my sweatshirt at how wet I could tell I was getting by just his finger alone. When he ventured upward, I couldn’t stop a gasp from leaving my lips. That was one place no one has ever been.
He circled the spot before moving back down, dipping the tip of his finger inside of me.
“So tight and wet,” he murmured.
Biting my bottom lip, I rocked my hips back. Landon kept his hand perfectly still as I continued fucking his finger..
“Good girl.” His words only spurred me on.
I could hear his heavy breathing from behind me and his other hand came up to stroke my ass. Wanting more, I wiggled my ass, which earned me a swift smack.
I moaned at the slight sting as my core tightened around his finger, making Landon mirror the same noise. The sound was slowly becoming my favorite thing.
Another finger was added and it took all my control not to beg for more. Each thrust and smack of his hand brought me closer to the edge. Just a little curl of his knuckle, and I was seconds away from coming.
My eyes were closed tightly as I fucked his hand, my moans echoing in the kitchen. I almost felt like I was out of control as everything around me faded until the only thing I could focus on was the feel of Landon’s fingers and his body pressed against my back.
“Let it go.” Another smack. “Be a good girl and come for me.”
I could do nothing but obey him as I came with a cry, clenching around his fingers as my legs shook, hands sprayed out on the counter. I hadn’t realized I stopped moving until I felt Landon’s fingers moving inside of me again.
Gone was the slow lazy pace. He shoved his fingers in fast and hard, hitting a spot inside of me that had me gasping loudly. I hadn’t even recovered from my first orgasm, but I felt another growing.
“Landon,” I whimpered.
“One more,” came his reply as he added another digit, making me stretch around him. My legs shook, and my hands clawed at the counter trying to grab onto something. “You can do it. Give me one more.”
His fingers curved just enough to hit something that had me jerking forward. I couldn’t even think before I was coming again, moments after the first. My head swam as he drew my orgasm out until I felt like it was never going to end.
“That’s it. Squeeze it like it’s my cock.”
Finally, his finger slowed until they stopped altogether, slipping out of me. I sagged against the counter, breathing hardlike I just ran a marathon. That was… Zero words came to mind to describe what just occurred.
What Landon could do with his fingers should be studied because I’ve never come that fast or twice in a row like that. My head was still in the clouds as I felt Landon pick me up in his arms before he moved in the direction of my couch.
My body felt like jello as I laid against Landon’s side. “You did so good.” His voice was a soft whisper against my head as his hand softly rubbed circles along my back. The praise making my stomach swoop.
