Page 9 of Baby By my Best Friend's Daddy

When I came down from the sexual high, I gasped, breathing hard. I looked at Landon and tried to pull myself together again.

“You have no idea how fucking hot you are when you do that,” Landon said, his icy eyes boring into mine while I lay panting on the bed, trying to catch my breath. I blushed, but Landon didn’t give me time to think about the compliment for too long.

He leaned down to kiss me before he wrapped his arm around my body. He rolled over, using momentum to pull me with him.

I squealed, and the next thing I knew, I was on top of him, his cock still buried inside me.

“That was impressive,” I said.

Landon laughed. “Saves time on rearranging things.” He winked at me.

He wrapped an arm around my hips and another around my back and pulled me down. Despite being underneath me, he pushed into me, deeper and deeper, and I moaned. He kissed me, sucking my lower lip into his mouth.

“Fuck me, Rebecca,” he said in a hoarse voice.

A rush of pure need coursed through me at his words, and I rocked my hips back and forth. I pushed up, bracing myself on his chest, and slid his cock in and out of me as I rode him. Landon’s eyes were locked on mine, and the connection was so damn intimate it was hard to think this was a one-night stand. Everything about Landon felt so personal. He was right here with me, not only for the sex but forme.

I cried out, gasping and moaning as my clit rubbed against his pubic bone as I rocked back and forth.

Landon gritted his teeth and furrowed his brow, his face focused with concentration as I brought him closer and closer to orgasm.

“Fuck, Rebecca,” he said. “Fuck.”

I rode him harder and faster. He helped me with his hands on my hips, and a second orgasm grew inside me, building hot and fast.

Pleasure exploded in my core and washed through my body. I hung my head forward, my hair tumbling onto Landon’s chest, barely able to hold myself up while the orgasm crashed onto me like waves on the sand.

Landon bit out a sharp cry and gripped my hips hard. He pushed into me as far as he could go, and I felt him jerk and pulsate as he finally came. His muscles under my hands strained, his body jerked with pleasure, and veins stood out on his head and neck as he tilted his head back.

When my orgasm slowly faded away, I fell onto his chest. Landon’s heart hammered against my cheek, and we both breathed hard.

Finally, when I felt like I could think straight again, I pushed up and rolled off him. He slipped out of me, and we lay side by side, trying to recover.

Landon looked at me and grinned.

“That was something.”

“It was,” I said with a grin. I rolled onto my side. “Do you want to stay the night?”

Landon hesitated. “I shouldn’t.”

I nodded, my heart sinking a little. I should have expected it, though. None of this had been planned.

“Yeah,” I said. “It’s probably better this way.”

Landon nodded and stood.

“The bathroom is through there,” I said and nodded toward the bathroom door.

I got up and pulled on the oversized T-shirt I slept in so that it covered everything up. I would have loved to cuddle until morning light, but as soon as Landon left, I would shower.

After getting dressed, I walked to the living room and collected the shirt and blazer Landon had unceremoniously thrown to the side.

When I went back into the room, he’d pulled on his pants and buckled his belt.

“Thanks,” he said and took the clothes from me. I sat on the bed, watching him as he buttoned the shirt over his perfectly chiseled chest.

“Thanks for bringing me home,” I said.

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