“Do you?” I want to hear every dirty dream and make them all come true, but I’m too horny to ask him now.
“Oh, yeah. I’ve thought about you a lot, Grace. More than I should after only one date. You’re the girl who got away.” He threads his fingers through my hair and tips my head back to meet his gaze.
I grip his cock harder, pull it from his open jeans, and massage from base to tip.
“Damn, that’s good.” His eyes close, and he arches his head back.
The couch is behind me, and I sit so that I’m mouth high to his gorgeous cock. I lick the bead of precum from the tip and savor the salty tang of him. Looking up locks my gaze with his deep sea-blue eyes as I open and pull his cock into my mouth.
“Fuck, that’s amazing.” His strained voice pushes me further.
I wrap my hands around his hips, push his clothes down so I can grip his tight, bare ass, and let his cock hit the back of my throat. I ease back to the tip, slide my tongue around his head, and take him deep again. Unable to take all of him, I give up holding his fine ass to grip the base of his shaft and massage him in time with my blow job.
Eyes locked with his, I’m soaking wet with my own need, and rocking on the couch isn’t going to be enough. I wish I’d taken my stupid panties off, but I manage to slide my hand inside.
Landon grips my head and fucks my mouth while I rub my clit, his shaft, and balls in no particular pattern.
I’m close, and his balls are tight, but he pulls away and curses. “I need to taste that pussy, Grace, and I have one condom in my wallet. I promise next time, I be prepared for a marathon.”
Kissing me down to my back, he lifts me so I’m lying on the couch with my head near the arm. He drags my panties down my legs and sets them aside. Pressing my legs wide with his broad shoulders, he pushes my thighs over his back and buries his face in my pussy.
Teasing my clit with the tip of his tongue forces my hips up, demanding more. He circles and licks from my needy clit down around my slit, and further to the sensitive puckered hole.
I scream his name and clutch his hair. My heels dig into his back.
He’s driving me wild, but not letting me come.
“Landon, please.” I’m so close my body shakes with the need to finish.
Cupping my ass with his hands, he presses his thumb inside my pussy. As he squeezes and his thumb pumps in and out, he sucks my clit, teases it, and sucks again.
I explode with pleasure. The world comes apart at the seams. The overhead lights in the break room radiate with every color in the rainbow, and I squeeze my eyes shut.
Landon presses his tongue against my clit while waves of ecstasy roll over me. As my muscles relax, he gently licks up every drop of my juices. “I may have an addiction to you.”
Rising from the couch, he pulls his golf shirt over his head, exposing his lean, hard body. How a guy who cooks fabulous food all day can look this amazing is a mystery to me.
He slides his jeans and boxer briefs off but pulls his wallet from his jeans before letting them drop to a chair. After taking out a foil packet, he tosses his wallet on the table. He kneels between my legs. Before he tears the pack open, he meets my gaze. “There’s no pressure here, Grace. I’m beyond happy to have made you scream, and I’d be thrilled to hold you for a while. Just tell me what you want.”
Despite how satisfied I should be, I yearn to feel him deep inside me. My hips lift of their own accord. “I want you to fuck me deep and hard.” I don’t even know who I am anymore. Since when do I talk dirty?
He groans low, and his cock jerks where it stands at attention from his body. He rolls the condom on, and his long fingers are sensual.
All I can think is those fingers were inside me. I never want to lose him again.
Then he notches his shaft at my apex and eases forward.
All rational thought flies from my head. I lift to pull him deeper. His big cock stretches me. The oddest series of pleasure/pain noises squeak from my mouth.
Landon stops, lets my body adjust. The muscles in his jaw tick, and there’s strain in his eyes.
I lift again. “I’m fine. I want all of you.”
With a moan of pure pleasure, he pushes forward until I’m so full that I dig my nails into his back. I don’t know how I’ve survived my entire adult life without feeling this full and good. Wrapping my legs around his hips, I tip my pelvis to take him a little deeper.
“Grace, you’re perfect.” He kisses my cheek, my eyelids, my jaw, and chin. As he eases back, he devours my lips. Moving inside me with slow precision, he rubs my clit with his shaft every plunge.
“So good.” Clutching his thick hair, I kiss him. Lifting my hips to meet his rhythm brings me close to my third orgasm. “I’m…Landon…oh, God.”