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Then he retrieves a wet wipe and cleans both his hands, enveloping me in an accidental hug.
He does it once.
Twice.
After the third time, he places the used wipe on top of the murdered cigarettes crowding the ashtray.
The arm that’s snaked around my back grips my waist, strong fingers digging into the flesh.
His other hand slides across my dress before he bunches it up, using one finger at a time as if he’s unwrapping a gift.
My heartbeat skyrockets and goosebumps cover other goosebumps on my flesh. The visual of his bigger, veiny hands—of course, the asshole possesses hands that are worthy of porn—on my paler flesh leaves me breathless.
Unlike earlier, his hand doesn’t stop at my thigh and, instead, travels up and up, leaving a mayhem of tingles in its wake.
A part of me knows I need to stop this. Grab his hand and kick him in the nuts for daring to touch me so intimately.
But the other part is enamored. Completely and utterly taken by the monster who’s triggering these emotions in me.
That part wants to see where this is going and how far I’ll fall.
How hard it will be.
The closest I’ve been to this was with Brian from high school. He was nice and I convinced myself that I liked him, but the moment he touched me, I realized just how much I’d fooled myself into wanting something I didn’t.
The brief encounter felt explorative, innocent, and mild. And that’s when I discovered those weren’t my flavor.
In contrast, there’s nothing innocent about Landon. His touch is claiming, savage, and nonnegotiable.
I’m literally being held by a beast who wouldn’t know what explorative or mild is, even if it hit him in the face.
And my body is reacting to it.
Damn me and my damaged brain.
“You’re trembling.” He buries his nose in my hair and ribbons, inhaling me while continuing his path. “Will you also be trembling while riding my cock? Or when I mess up these soft thighs with my cum?”
The temperature shoots up to three digits so fast, I’m whiplashed. I grab onto his shoulder to push him away, but I end up digging my fingers into his bicep as he slides his middle finger against my folds over my panties.
“So wet and throbbing, my little muse.” His finger strokes again, this time finding my clit.
I don’t know if it’s because of all the time I’ve been sitting on his lap or the fact that his touch has awakened a side of me I don’t recognize, but a needy sound leaves my throat.
“Impatient, too.” He slaps my pussy over the wet panties. “Your cunt is so pleased to meet my fingers, it’s soaking for my touch.”
I can feel the wetness seeping through as he circles my clit, and just when I fall for the feeling, he slaps my pussy again.
A gasp echoes in the air, but it’s interrupted when he pushes my panties to the side and thrusts two fingers inside me all at once.
The intrusion makes my legs shake so hard, I’d fall over if it weren’t for his steel arm around my waist.
He drives in and out a few times with a calculated rhythm. “So messy. We’re going to have to stretch this tight cunt a bit further so it’s ready for my cock.”
I don’t reply. All I can do is hold on to him as he scissors his fingers inside me. And then he angles his thigh and adds pressure to my starving clit with his thumb.
An electric shock shoots through my limbs. My toes curl and my body spasms in a series of involuntary reactions. It’s so sudden and powerful that I momentarily disconnect from my physical world.
As I’m coming down from the high, my limbs are numb, but Landon still has his fingers inside me.
