Page 7 of Baby By my Best Friend's Daddy

He didn’t make a move to leave. I didn’t move either.

He stared at me, and the tension in the room grew thick again.

Landon grabbed me and kissed me, and we collided, our bodies pressed tightly together, our kiss urgent like we could devour each other. Fuck the rules. Fuck the reasons we shouldn’t do this.

I wanted him.

Landon pushed me back against the wall next to my front door, pinning me with his body. Under his suit, his muscles were taut, his body strong and fit. I ran my hands over a chiseled chest. Nothing about Landon was what I’d expected. There was nothing dad-like about him.

He cupped my breasts through the corset of my dress, his fingers tracing a hot line along the top where the corset ended and my skin was bare.

I pushed his blazer off his shoulders, and Landon helped me get rid of it, tossing it to the side. I unbuttoned his shirt, one button at a time, exposing his chest.

When his shirt was open, I ran my hands over his chest. He had a splash of gray chest hair over chiseled pecks, and I ran my fingers through it. He groaned into my mouth when I scraped my long nails over his skin, careful not to hurt him.

Landon curled his fingers around the boning of the corset cup, trying to peel it away from my skin. It didn’t work.

“How the fuck do you get out of this thing?” he mumbled against my lips.

I giggled and reached behind my back, unzipping my dress. The corset peeled away from my body, and I pushed the dress over my hips so it fell around my ankles. I kicked it to the side.

Landon stared at my naked breasts—there had been no need for a bra with that dress. He looked at me as if he’d never seen breasts before, his eyes full of lust and wonder.

“You’re beautiful,” Landon said, looking into my eyes again.

He kissed me, and his hands found my breasts. My nipples were erect, pushing against his palms as he kneaded and massaged. I moaned into his mouth, whimpering, gasping.

Landon moved down my neck, nibbling the delicate skin. He nipped me twice so that I gasped and mewled at the back of my throat. The bursts of pain were erotic.

He sucked a nipple into his mouth. I cried out and pushed my hands into his hair. He had a thick head of hair, and I curled my hands into fists when he lightly scraped his teeth over my nipple. His onslaught sent jolts of pure pleasure through my body, straight to my pussy. He licked and sucked, his other hand working wonders on my other breast, and he worked me up into a frenzy.

I was overcome with pure need. I wanted as much of him as I could get. I wanted him all over me; I wanted every inch of him buried deep inside of me.

He moved to my other breast, swapping his hands and mouth, and repeated what he’d done the first time. It only made me feel more unbalanced. I was dripping wet, soaking into my panties. The wine only made it worse—wine always made me horny as hell… and Landon. Fuck,Landonmade me horny as hell.

Kissing his way down my body, he left shivers and heat in his wake. He kissed my ribs and drew a line down my stomach with his tongue. He stuck his tongue in my belly button before he worked his way further down.

He cupped his mouth over my pussy, my G-string still in place. I widened my stance to give him the room he needed. When he stuck out his tongue, flicking it over my clit, the fabric of my G-string was rough, and I shivered and trembled at the new sensation.

Landon curled his fingers around the thin string that held my panties up and slowly peeled them down my legs. I lifted one foot after the other, and he pulled them off completely.

His tongue dove right back in, slick and hot on my clit now that I was naked. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, losing myself in the sensation. His tongue was hot, and he worked me up, pushing me closer and closer to the end.

When I was on the verge of an orgasm, Landon pulled away.

I moaned in protest and frowned when he stood. He chuckled, his icy eyes filled with mischief.

“We should move this to the bedroom,” he said. “I want to do a lot more than we’ll be able to do against the wall.”

I nodded and swallowed hard. I stepped forward and kissed him again, tugging at his shirt, peeling it down his arms.

He paused, crossing his arms across his chest, and fiddled with his cufflinks. He put them on the table near the door where I always dumped my bag and keys before he pulled off his shirt, and it joined the blazer on the floor.

I glanced down at the pants he still wore. His cock was hard, straining against the material, and, judging by what I saw, I had no doubt that I would like what I found underneath it.

Landon offered a throaty chuckle before he pulled me tightly against him and kissed me. He grinded his cock against me. I was aware of the material against my crotch.

I took him by the hand and led him to my bedroom. Clothes were still strewn across the bed after I’d gotten ready, trying on different dresses.

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