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I can’t breathe.
I can’t think.
I can’t see.
I’m everywhere and nowhere. The feeling is so intense, I can barely muster the strength to speak with the exception of, “Oh God.” He opens me up even more, bringing my leg to rest over his right shoulder and I hold my dress up so that I can see the scene unfold beneath me. I grab a hold of the steel fixture behind me as I begin to rock against his face, my body building with every flick of his tongue. I turn my face into my arm, biting down hard as I try to quiet the cries leaving my lips.
“Lan—” I moan as I clench and writhe and move with vigor against his perfect face, his beard feeling like tiny spikes on my inner thighs. A delicious pain that I want to feel over and over again. Landon has tapped into something I’d never felt ever in my life: a sexual, wanton woman who craves this feeling.
Chases it.
Devours it.
When Landon is feasting on me this way, I’m not the quiet, timid Serena Mitchell, that plays by the rules. I’m the Goddess, that brought a God to his knees and I’m drunk on that power. The orgasmic high. I’d never felt anything quite like the profound sexual magnetism between Landon and me before.
Physically or mentally.
How can I let this man go?
“Fuck, Landon, I’m going to cum,” I groan as I feel my left leg begin to quake under the force of the pleasure spreading throughout. His hands grip my ass, holding me steady as his thick tongue licks every inch of my sex before settling on my clit and licking it with such rapid force I feel like I could pass out.
“I love hearing you say fuck.”
“Fuck,” I repeat. I look down and, in the low lighting of the room, I can see his penetrating gaze looking up at me. “Don’t stop.” I could swear I heard him say never but the words are drowned out by my muffled moans as I fall over the edge. “Oh my God, Landon!” I grip his head and pull him closer as I ride out the rest of my climax. “Fuck me, please,” I whisper into the thick sexual haze surrounding us. “Not with your mouth. With your cock. Please,” I beg.
He flattens his tongue and takes one final lick through my sex before he stands, looming over me.
“What did I tell you was going to happen before we left this room.” My body is still hypersensitive as I come down from the mind-numbing orgasm so I’m not prepared when I feel a pinch to the sensitive flesh. I cry out and he swallows my moans with a kiss that is equal parts passionate and possessive. I taste myself on his lips and I’m hungry for more. So much more. He pulls away but continues the assault on the space between my legs. “I told you I was going to make you come twice. I want to taste your orgasm again.”
“Don’t you want to fuck me?” My eyes flutter closed in rapid succession as I bat my lashes, feeding the beast inside of him that wants to devour the innocent deer inside of me.
“That kind of backtalk should have you on your knees,” he growls at me, and while I don’t doubt he wants my mouth on his cock, the sound of his pants hitting the linoleum floors makes me think I’m about to get my way.
“Legs around my waist, Serena.” I obey his order instantly as he hoists me into his arms and presses me against the cool metal of the bookshelf. “Take my dick out.” I do as he says and, holding his hard velvety member in my hand, I run my thumb over the tip, collecting the drops of precum.
“Is it for my mouth or my pussy?” I ask him. I stick my tongue out slightly and run it over my thumb, licking his seed from my skin.
He watches the scene, transfixed before he slams his hand against the metal. “Fuck, Serena. When you say shit like that...It’s for all of you. Every goddamn drop is for you.” He pulls his cock from my hands and pushes through my opening forcefully. “Everything is for you.” He thrusts hard, and from this position, I feel deliciously full. Like he might drive his cock through me and come out the crown of my head. He freezes and my body starts to panic, wanting his next thrust. “Fuck. I don’t have a condom on.”
“I don’t care,” I moan, the lust coursing through me pushing all reason out of my brain.
“Did you take your pill today?” He hasn’t thrusted again, and I know he’s in agony as we have this conversation.
“Yes.” I blush. Sheesh, you forget to take it like three times and suddenly you have to be reminded.
It’s my first time on any kind of birth control, and since I’m not completely used to taking it every day, Landon makes sure he wraps it up…most of the time.
I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face there, pressing my lips to the skin as he fucks me against the bookshelf with reckless abandon. From the angle we’re fucking, every time he thrusts, he hits my clit and that delicious pressure begins to build within.
“Landon!” I moan out just as a bundle of what sounds like encyclopedias come crashing to the ground. “I don’t care.” I groan, not wanting anything to delay the impending orgasm. “Oh my God, don’t stop.”
Every time we have sex, I feel like he’s teaching me something about myself that I had never known. And evidently, when I’m on the precipice of a soul-shattering orgasm, I’m learning I don’t give a fuck about anything around me. I’m fairly certain in this moment, even if the entire staff of the pre-law department walked in, I wouldn’t care.
I need him.
I need this.
“Don’t you dare hold back on me. Don’t you deny me what’s mine. Your orgasms are mine, Serena. This,” he pulls back and thrusts into me again, “is reserved for me.” The air around us is thick and I can taste our arousals in the air between us. But I need more. I crash my lips to his, sliding my tongue between his and tasting his tongue. His tongue that tastes like my sex. It’s a heady powerful feeling, knowing that I’m all over him. That he smells like me. The only time I’ve ever tasted myself has been on his tongue and that is one hell of an aphrodisiac.
