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When I come, he holds his cock inside me, his body taut as my pussy pulses around him. I lie there breathless and boneless, expecting him to finish fucking me so he can come, too.
Instead, he pulls out.
I think maybe he’s switching positions, but I gasp in surprise when he lifts me up. He moves under me, positioning me so I’m facing him, but I’m on his lap.
“Spread your legs,” he commands. “Let me in.”
I spread my legs wider, scooting closer until our pelvises are as close to touching as they can be without him being inside me. And then heisinside me, and I arch my back, surprised at the sensation of him sliding deep.
There’s no getting away from him like this.
He has one arm locked around my waist, the other squeezing my tit under my shirt as he thrusts into me. I was wrong about him being close when I came, because he holds me and makes me take his cock like this for so long, I can feel the tension building again.
“Landon,” I cry helplessly, shamelessly grinding against his cock as he fucks me.
He squeezes my nipple and I cry out, throwing my hand over my own mouth to muffle the sound. Head thrown back, I keep my eyes squeezed shut and my hand sealed over my mouth, dizzy with desire as he gives me his cock again and again. The friction is so delicious, and combined with the possessive way he handles me…
“Let go,” he commands, squeezing my tit until it’s almost painful.
And then I do. My cries are held back by my hand, but the whimpers sneak out of my throat as I come again, my pussy convulsing around his cock. He drives his hips up and goes deep a few more times, then warmth fills my pussy as he shoots his cum deep inside me.
Panting and weak, I fall forward and melt against him with my head on his shoulder. His arms always feel strong, even when I feel weakest, and he locks them around me now to keep me close.
Today was rocky and scary, and I wasn’t even sure I ever wanted to see him again.
But now, I’m back to never wanting him to let go.
Chapter Forty-Two
Landon
“I need a favor.”
Hannah closes her locker and turns to regard me skeptically, a couple of books hugged close to her chest. “From me?”
I nod, checking the hall around us first to make sure no one who matters is looking. Then I grab two fifties out of my pocket and pass her the cash.
She frowns, looking down at the folded up money in her hand, then back up at me questioningly.
“You know those muffins you make that Parker likes?”
“Pumpkin, banana nut, chocolate chip…? You’ll have to be more specific. I make more than one type of muffin, and Parker likes all of them.”
Annoyed, I glance around again before looking back at her. “The ones she brought me in middle school.”
She only brought me muffins once in middle school, so that’s all the information she seems to need. “Ah. My famous banana nut muffins.” Stepping away from her locker and starting down the hall, she asks, “What about them?”
“I need you to make her some.”
“Why?”
“Because I don’t know how to bake,” I say sarcastically.
Hannah smiles faintly. “I’d offer to show you, but I’m not even sure I’m supposed to be talking to you after yesterday.”
“We kissed and made up. A couple of times,” I assure her.
She wrinkles her nose up at my crude implication. “Then why do you need my services?”
