Page 20 of Fear of Love (Falling #3)

Landon’s hand was soft on my head, gently brushing my hair out of my face as he gazed down at me.

There was something so erotic, yet loving, with maintaining eye contact with the person you were pleasuring.

I watched as his jaw tightened, and his abs flexed.

The way his eyes became hooded with each lick.

When I wrapped my mouth around the tip, his grip on my head tightened. My lips tried to stretch into a grin as I leaned forward, taking more in my mouth.

His hips flexed as I bobbed my head. Feeling him grow harder in my mouth made me moan, the sound muffled by his length. There was something about pleasing a man that made me feel like a goddess. Like, yes , I made him moan like that.

As the minutes passed, his grip on my head tightened until Landon’s fingers threaded through my hair. He pushed my head down, the act of him taking control making me wetter.

With watery eyes, I put my hands on his muscular thighs and looked up at him. The sight of him from down on my knees, abs tightened, eyes squinted down at me was almost enough to make me come right then and there.

I kept eye contact as I gladly let him fuck my mouth like he owned it. And in this moment, he did.

The sound of my gagging filled the air, the noise more erotic than anything I ever heard. Landon continued fucking my mouth before he suddenly pulled himself free. I was a mess as I stared up at him panting, drool on the sides of my mouth. His thumb came down to rub against my lips.

“Knew this mouth had more use than talking back.” Landon’s voice was gravelly as he teased me. In response, I opened my mouth and took his thumb in, my teeth grazing the pad. From the corner of my eye, I watched his dick twitch, making me grin inwardly.

“I want you bent over as I take your pussy.”

I didn’t get a word in as Landon grabbed my wrists and hauled me off my knees.

In one motion, he turned me around to face my bed.

With his strong chest against my back, he ushered me toward the foot of my bed.

My heart fluttered in my chest as anticipation built.

As soon as the front of my knees hit the bed, a firm hand on my lower back pushed me forward.

Large hands caressed my ass before Landon grabbed my underwear. I completely forgot I still had them on as Landon tugged them down my legs, tapping my calves for me to lift my feet up.

My breathing quickened as I laid my arms and chest on the bed. My cheeks flamed at this position. Every single inch of me was on display for him. There was no hiding as he stood behind me.

“Fuck, you have a nice ass.” He punctuated his words by a smack to my ass. I let out a yelp at the suddenness but grew wet at the action. When he did it again, I buried my face into the bed to stifle my moan. My ass stung in the most perfect way. “Someone likes that, doesn’t she?”

All I could do was moan as he spanked me again. With every smack to my ass, I wondered if Landon was secretly kinky. Wondered what else he liked.

When a finger ran through my wet folds, my toes lifted up, practically presenting myself to him. I was aching to be filled.

“Don’t worry, I plan on fucking you until your voice is hoarse from screaming.” Landon’s voice held all sorts of promises.

Please , I mentally pleaded. As his finger circled my clit, I moved my hips, needing more.

“No more teasing,” I begged. I needed his cock.

“Think you’ve been a good enough girl?” he taunted.

“Yes.” I wasn’t above begging anymore. Anything to feel him inside of me.

“Mmm.”

I wiggled my ass, trying to tempt him. The pressure of his finger disappeared seconds before I felt the tip of his cock against me.

“Beg.” He slapped my asscheek as he continued teasing the both of us. My hands gripped the bedsheets as I lifted my head just enough to look over my shoulder at him.

“Landon. Please fuck me.” I knew I sounded desperate, and I knew if he asked me to beg more, I would in a heartbeat. “Please, please, please.”

The words barely left my mouth when I felt him push the tip of his cock in me. The two of us moved in sync at the feel. Firm hands gripped my waist as another inch filled me. He wasn’t all the way in, but I already felt full.

A twinge of pain came as he pushed farther in, but a soft swipe of his finger against my clit morphed it into pleasure. Inch by inch, Landon filled me until he was pressed fully against my back.

“Shit,” I heard him mutter through clenched teeth as he held still. His hands were almost bruising on my hips. Landon kept perfectly still as I adjusted, but I could feel him vibrating behind me from holding back.

Wanting—no, needing —him to move, I wiggled my hips back, groaning at the feel of him inside of me.

Getting the hint, Landon slowly moved backward before sliding back in.

The pace was slow and gentle. While I loved it, it wasn’t what I wanted.

I didn’t want him to treat me like I was a glass doll about to break.

“Landon.”

“Hmm?”

“Fuck me.” My voice didn’t sound like my own. At my demand, Landon slammed his hips home. My body jerked forward, but his hands pulled me back so I could feel every glorious inch.

My moans echoed around the room as Landon truly fucked me, hips hammering away, the slap of our skin filling my ears with each thrust.

Gone was a controlled man. In his place was one that took what he wanted. And right now, he wanted me.

“You’re doing such a good job. Look how well you take me.” He leaned over my back, whispering in my ear as he fucked me like I was his salvation.

Nothing felt more right. The two of us lost in each other, with no end in sight.