Page 68 of My Shameless Angel

“That’s it, Lexi. You are dead,” Julius jumps up to get to me, but Landon swipes me off my feet and protects me again, the big bad biker.

“Don’t. Even. Think. About. It,” he says to him, and we all laugh again.

This might be the best evening I’ve had in a long, long time, and I catch myself imagining – dreaming - our days and evenings like this for the rest of our lives.

Just fun dinners with friends. Maybe little munchkins will be running around later as well.

Um, hold your horses, Lexi. Not with Landon.

“Kitten?”

“Huh?” Oops, I got lost in my dreams. Baseless dreams.

“I asked if it’s time for dessert yet?” My core heats up at a mere suggestion, and my thighs clench together with a promise of delicious torture ahead.

“It sure is.” I grab Landon’s hand and drag him to my room.

“Wow, did not see this coming,” he says once we are inside.

Okay, I guess my room is not what you normally envision when you see me. It got pink walls with colorful art filling them. Hot pink satin sheets and fuzzy blankets lined my velvet upholstered queen bed. I also have a large mirror with gold trim taking up half the wall and a small desk in the corner.

“Um, yes, welcome to candy land,” I say, blushing. Seeing this big, tough guy inside a very pink and feminine room is quite funny.

Landon comes behind me and wraps his hands around my waist, nudging his head into my neck.

“I love it. It’s actually very you, now that I think about it.”

“What does your space look like?” I ask and feel him tense up. Whenever a subject of his home is breached, he does that. Retreats into his comfy shell.

“Not like this,” he says with finality.

Okay, I guess time to change the subject, and so he does. He changes it to his favorite topic.

My body.

Landon is still behind me, but now his hands move up and work hard until the top, and the skirt that I was wearing are pooling at the bottom of my feet, leaving me standing in a red satin set of lingerie that the man himself bought me. I should probably mention that the panties that come with this set are absolutely crotchless, giving him the perfect, unobstructed access.

“Fuck, this looks so much better than I imagined.” Lan lowers his head and plants a tender kiss on my neck. He just knows that those kisses are my kryptonite. They undo me in seconds. My head falls back to his chest, my lips part, and a gasp escapes my mouth.

His hands travel down. Gently squeezing my small buzzing with need body. Those skilled hands of his find my panties and the easy access.

“God, you are so wet and ready for me, Lexi. Such a good girl.” His fingers find my clit and start massaging it, drawing delirious circles around the throbbing center.

I cannot hold back the moans and shift my hips closer to the hard-on in his pants, needing that contact. I need to feel him.

“Lan, baby, I need you. Please…”

“Fuck, Lexi…” His hands are gone from my body, and I turn around to see him tearing off his clothes like a madman, but I don’t get to enjoy the view because he scoops me up and throws me onto my silk sheets, towering over me with his mountain of a body.

But it’s his eyes, his steel-grey eyes, that I’m drowning in. They are filled with so much emotion and passion it melts me into a puddle.

Landon cups my face in his big, masculine hands and brings the tip of his cock to my pussy, entering it just where his head disappears into me and pulls out. The bastard does it again and again.

“Stop teasing me, you demon,” I whimper.

But he doesn’t stop. He tortures me with his tip for what seems like hours until I all but grab into him and shove him inside of me.

Suddenly, I feel his mouth moving, and he bites my nipple. Hard. Sending a surge of pain through my body, but that is immediately chased away by the pleasure of his tongue licking and teasing the assaulted nipple. He does it again and moves to the other breast and thrusts into my needy sex to the hilt at the same time. Sending a flash of fire down my spine, igniting every corner of my body.

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