“Ahhhh…”
“Yes, Kitten, yell for me. Curse for me. Scream and plead.” Landon is lost in me as I am lost in him. And I am sure my dear friends are getting a front-row seat to our private sex show.
But I can’t stop, he is all the way inside, and I trap his sexy butt with the heels of my feet to keep him there. “Just stay like that, just for a second. I need this.” My voice once again doesn’t belong to me. It’s full of need, need for him.
“I’m not going nowhere; you feel so good,” Landon groans into my ear, his nose nudging my neck and spreading that spark into a complete wildfire.
Slowly, he starts moving again and rubbing my clit with his groin. Within seconds I am coming apart, bunching up the sheets on either side of me and falling into the abyss.
That’s how orgasms are with Landon, they completely blow my mind and body, but he doesn’t stop for anything. In fact, he picks up my legs, throws them over his shoulder, and rams into me with ferocious speed, making me scream with pleasure as my pussy clenches around him.
“Hell yes, give it to me, Lexi. Give it all.”
And give I do. Climaxing again and again until he flips me on my fours and fucks me from the back like an animal. Needless to say, I lost count of how many times I came tonight, but right after my last orgasm, I felt his clock growing ticker and then pulsating deep inside me, coating me with his seed. Branding me as his own.
We moan and curse throughout the whole time, grabbing onto one another, lacing our fingers together, needing more of that contact as if we were not as close as we could possibly be.
After we are thoroughly spent, we collapse on top of my bed as one big mess, his cock is still deep inside of me, and his body is crushing my tiny one, but I don’t want him to move.
I need this. I need to feel him all over me.
My mind slowly starts working again, and that’s when I feel the wetness between my thighs.
Wait a minute…
“Landon?” My voice is almost panicky.
“What’s wrong, Kitten?”
“You didn’t use a condom!”
“What?”
“Lan! You didn’t use a condom!”
“I know.”
“You know? You know? How can you be so calm about it?” I’m in full panic mode over here while he doesn’t even move a muscle off me.
“Shhh, aren’t you on the pill?”
“I am, but that’s not what I’m worried about.”
“I haven’t been with anyone without a condom for five years. I’m clean.” His confession silences me, and I don’t know what to say.
“You haven’t?” I ask now with more curiosity rather than panic. Also, I try not to fixate on that five-year remark.
“No.”
“Why did you do it now, then? With me.”
“You just answered your own question. Because it was you. I needed to feel you, Lexi. I didn’t want anything in between us. I’m sorry I did that without telling you.” He shifts off me, lays on his back, and brings me on top of him.
I look at this man, this tyrant, this demon with new eyes.
He might deny that there is something more between us, but I can sense it.
This is not just sex anymore; I am not sure if it was ever just that.
