Page 76 of Deal Breaker
“Come for me, baby,” I murmur, mouth pressed hot against her. “I need to feel you come on my tongue.”
I bury my face between her thighs again, focusing on her clit because I know that’s what she likes. I suck on the bundle of nerves while sinking two fingers inside her. When I curl my fingers, brushing her front wall, I feel her tighten around my knuckles, her entire body contracting as she comes.
She comes with a soft cry, her heels digging into my back as she falls apart under my mouth. I don’t stop until I’ve wrung every last bit of pleasure from her, until she’s trembling and twitching, gasping for air.
When I crawl up her body, her eyes are heavy-lidded, her lips kiss-bitten. “My God, Ford,” she whispers, still breathless.
“I told you,” I murmur, voice thick with heat. “I’ve been starving.”
Her breath catches as I settle between her thighs again, this time with my cock teasing her entrance, slick and aching to be inside her. I hold still, watching her face, brushing her hair back from her cheek.
“I want you,” I murmur, voice low and raw. “I’ve missed you.”
Her hands slide up my back, nails grazing my skin. “Then take me, Ford.”
TWENTY-SEVEN
Landyn
I’m in a post-orgasm daze, completely in a fog when he asks, “How do you want me to take you, Lan?”
I tell him I want it every way, and that we don’t need to use protection.
“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice rough with restraint.
I nod, biting my bottom lip. “I’m on the pill,” I whisper. “I want this. I want you bare.”
That’s all it takes. He kisses me again, hard and all-consuming. One hand slides down between us as he lines himself up, the thick head of his cock teasing my entrance. The stretch is slow and deliberate. Deep and devastating.
I gasp as he presses in, inch by inch, the sensation toeing that perfect line between too much and not enough. He’s big—thick, heavy, and impossibly hard—and the way he fills me is both familiar and new. Like my body still remembers him. Like it’s missed this.
My legs wrap around his waist instinctively, grounding myself as he sinks deeper.
“God, you feel—” I breathe, too overwhelmed to finish the sentence.
He groans against my throat, his mouth trailing fire along my skin. “So fucking tight. So warm. You take me so damn well, June.”
The nickname nearly undoes me, the combination of him finally inside me and the sound of June on his lips sparks through my veins, like fire, lighting me up from the inside out.
He starts to move, slow and controlled, dragging every inch of himself out before thrusting back in. My head falls back against the pillow, my eyes closed, fingers clutching the sheets, the rhythm winding me up with every measured thrust. Each time he fills me, it’s like he’s carving something into me. Deeper than before. Deeper than I knew I could feel.
Ford Winters was always beautiful, but this older, more mature version of him—with the sharp angle of his jaw, the carved grid of his abs—takes it to a whole new level. He looks more rugged, more manly and sexier even than I had expected. And my expectations were sky-high.
I open my eyes, taking every inch of him in. When I finish my tour of his body, he’s watching me, the full extent of what is happening written all over his face.
He’s inside me.
Not just inside me, the root of his cock is flush with my pelvic bone.
I settle myself with a breath and place my hand where our bodies are joined. Both of our eyes flick down, caught in the sight of him buried inside me, and for a breathless moment we watch in stunned reverence as he draws back and sinks into me again.
“You always fit me like this,” he murmurs. “Like you were made for me.”
His words make me clench around him, make me arch into him with a soft, broken sound.
“Ford,” I moan, breathless.
“I know,” he says, voice strained. “I feel it too.”
