Page 76 of Shootout Daddies
My hands find her waist, her ribs, sliding higher until I can feel the frantic beat of her heart against my palms.
Her small hands fist in my shirt. She arches into me. The taste of her undoes me faster than I care to admit.
I drop to my knees, pushing her T-shirt up as I go. My fingers hook into the waistband of her leggings and tug them down. Her thighs tremble as I spread them, lifting one over my shoulder.
“Once,” I rasp against her skin. My breath is hot against the inside of her thigh. “We do this once. You have your guys. I’m not here for long. You’re not here for long either. This is it.”
She nods, breathless, her ponytail brushing the wall as her head falls back.
I lick into her, the taste of her hitting my tongue and making me groan out loud. “Christ, you taste good.”
Her whimper answers me, high and desperate. My hands pin her hips to the wall as my mouth works her, tongue stroking, sucking, dragging her closer. She writhes, clinging to my hair, her thighs squeezing around my head.
“Landon,” she gasps, broken. “Oh damn?—”
I groan again, the vibration making her cry out louder. I focus on the spot that makes her jolt, relentless, merciless. She bucks against me, panting, until her whole body seizes tight, shuddering as she comes hard on my tongue.
I hold her through it, savoring every second. Then I stand in one fluid motion, scooping her up like she weighs nothing. She’s so small in my arms.
I spin her once before carrying her down the hall to my bedroom, tossing her onto the bed. She blinks up at me, dazed, lips swollen, chest heaving.
I strip my shirt off and undo my belt. “Get on your knees.”
Her eyes widen. “Excuse me?”
“You heard me. Give me head.”
She scoffs, but her cheeks are flushed, eyes dark with want. “You’re an asshole.”
“Probably.” I curl my fingers in her ponytail and tug lightly. “Do it anyway.”
She glares at me for half a heartbeat, then crawls across the bed, sinking between my legs. Her small hand wraps around me, stroking once before her mouth closes over the tip. My head falls back with a groan.
“Fuck, yes. Just like that.”
She takes me deeper, gagging slightly, her eyes watering as she looks up at me through her lashes. The sight nearly unravels me. My hand tightens in her hair, guiding her pace.
“So good. You look so pretty like this. My god, Ivy.”
I’m losing my mind. I’ve never been like this in bed. Never felt this out of control.
I yank her up and flip her onto her back. I tear a condom open with my teeth before I roll it on in seconds.
Then I’m inside her. “You’re so fucking tight, sweetheart.”
She screams, nails raking down my back. “Move! Please, fuck me.”
I do. I pound into her, driving her into the mattress with every thrust. Her cries get louder, her body arching beneath me, clenching around me until I am nearly incoherent.
“Landon!” she sobs, legs locking around my waist.
I bury my face in her neck, groaning as I slam into her harder, faster, until the room disappears and there is only this. Only her.
I come undone with a guttural sound, spilling into the condom as she clenches around me, trembling with her own release.
For a long moment, the only sound in the room is our ragged breathing. My body is slick with sweat, my heart pounding like it wants out of my chest.
I roll off her, staring at the ceiling, dazed.
