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My pussy clenches and all I can think about his having him fill me. Landon’s eyes move over my body to take in the way my chest heaves with every breath, the way my nipples harden to diamond points, the way I’m rubbing my thighs together in the hope of getting any fucking relief. I know there’s only one thing which will make the growing ache go away and right now he’s standing there looking down at me as he lazily strokes his length.
My fucking mouth waters as I watch pre-cum bead at the tip and the thought of swallowing cock has never made my mouth water before. It must be him. There’s no other explanation.
My hands slide down my sides and I go to hook my fingers in my panties, needing to get this show on the road. Needing it more than my next breath.
“No,” Landon barks and I freeze. My eyes widen and when Landon looks into them, he softens slightly. He shakes his head, “I’m going to undress you, Button. You’re my prize and I’m going to savor you.”
I swallow hard and whisper, “Prize?”
He nods slowly, his fingertips moving up the outside of my legs toward my hips. “Yes, my prize.” His eyes lock with mine when his fingers hook into the band of my panties. “I used to collect buttons when I was a kid. I have no idea why, but I loved them. Each one was a little treasure. No matter how many I collected, there was one that was my favorite. I don’t remember when I found it, but I remember it was the only one not in the jar with the others. It was special.”
My voice is barely a whisper as he pulls my panties down my legs and they fall open for him, “Is that why you call me ‘Button’?”
Landon nods as his eyes move slowly down my body before locking on my pussy and licking his lips. He groans, “I want to taste your sweet pussy, but I need to be inside you more. Next time, I promise to worship every single inch of you.”
My heart flutters when he says next time as if this isn’t some one-off. I know it shouldn’t. I know it’s dangerous, but I can’t help it. I’ve wanted him for so long and no amount of denying it or trying to forget about it has worked. Now, he’s right here and he’s looking at me with hunger.
“Please,” my voice is high and needy, “I need you inside me Landon.” I spread my legs wider for him. “I fucking ache.”
He groans before he crawls over my body, the feeling of his warm skin against mine both a balm and an accelerant. It is like I can’t get close enough. I need him. Every single inch of him. Especially his perfect dick.
His lips meet mine as his throbbing shafts splits my pussy lips, the head nudging my clit and sending jolts of electricity zinging through me. He groans against my lips, “Need inside you. I don’t want anything between us.”
I wrap my legs around his hips and try to move mine so I can take him inside me, but he’s like a damn statute and doesn’t move as he pulls back and looks into my eyes. “I’m good. I mean,” I take a deep breath and try and get it together, “I’m covered.” I wince. “I’m on birth control.”
Something desolate and full of yearning skitters across Landon’s expression, but it’s gone so fast I might have made it up. Does the thought of having this man breed me have my pussy throbbing? Yes, without a doubt. That’s a cliff I can’t dive off tonight, no matter how surreal this whole thing already is.
Landon cups one of my tits, tweaking my nipple as he pulls his hips back and fills me in one stroke. I gasp when he hits the back of my channel. Holy mother of curved dicks, yes.
My nails dig into his shoulders as I moan, “Fuck, Landon.”
He smirks down at me and then him and his perfectly quirked cock start to move. The first few thrusts are like flirting with someone for the first time—light and demure. I can feel the strain on his control when my pussy squeezes down on his length.
He growls, “You like my cock, Button?”
“Perfect,” I mewl the declaration and I don’t know if it’s about the shape of him or the rhythm he’s found. Both?
Does it fucking matter? You’re gonna come. Hard.
Our movements speed up, meeting and retreating, a contrast, a duality, a balance which works toward the goal of our pleasure. The sounds of our moans fill the room, the masculinity in his pushes me closer to the edge. I’ve never seen or heard Landon lose control and being witness to it now is an experience.
One I want to treasure. One I’ll hold close for the rest of my life.
“Fuck,” he groans, “you feel so good wrapped around me.” His eyes darken as he looks down at me and nips at my lip. “You gonna cover my cock in your cream, Piper? Gonna squeeze me until I fill you up?”
My back arches and the way the wiry hair on his chest scrapes against my sensitive nipples has me gasping for breath and trying to hold back. I don’t want this to end. I don’t want this to ever end.
My heels dig into Landon’s ass, and he starts to fuck me faster, a sheen of sweat coating his skin and making my fingertips slip across it. My hips move to meet his and I widen my legs and tilt my hips in the hopes of getting him deeper.
His hand moves down my body before he circles my clit with his thumb. He plunders my mouth, kissing me until I can’t breathe. Until the ability to form coherent thought flies out the window. Until my body is strung so tight I’m not sure which way is up or down.
He mumbles against my lips, words of praise and promises of pleasure, but I can’t hear any of it beyond the way the words make me feel. My body is focused on the way his cock is sawing in and out of me and the way he’s playing with my clit. It’s pushing me closer and closer to release.
I’m desperate for it.
I’m screaming for it.
“Come,” Landon barks out the word and I swear my world goes white for a moment as my orgasm rips through me and my muscles clench. All of them. He groans, “Fucking hell, your pussy is trying to strangle my cock, Piper.”
“Please.” I don’t know what I’m asking him for.
He must know because he pumps into me a few more times before he presses his cock deep inside me and roars out his release. The sound of it and the feel of him send aftershocks through my body as I ride the wave of our, now, combined pleasure.
Landon’s mouth crashes against mine as he fills me with is cum and my body seizes up, freezing and holding to try and prolong the good things, the best things, the feel of him. I know I can’t though. Even while Landon strums my clit one more time.
When our lips part, we’re panting, our heartbeats pounding in our chests, and staring into each other’s eyes. I don’t know what he sees in mine, but I know what I see in his. I see a future, a possibility.
I can only hope it’s real instead of just my imagination.
