I almost fucking lost him, and I can’t comprehend surviving without him in my life.
“Kitten.” Landon’s gravelly voice drags my gaze away from his scar and back to his face. “I’m here. I’m safe. And we’re going to make it out of this shitstorm in one piece, you hear me? All of us.”
He pops the button on his jeans, the sound loud and final, and shoves them down just enough to free his cock.
It springs out, thick, hard, and jutting up from a thatch of dark hair. The head is flushed and swollen, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. My mouth waters. He pushes his jeans down the rest of the way, stepping out of them, and fists himself, stroking from base to tip, his eyes locked on mine.
“Last chance to back out, Ellie,” he says, a wicked smirk playing on his lips. “Once I’m inside you, I’m not stopping until I’ve fucked you so hard you can’t walk straight.”
This is stupid, reckless, idiotic. We’re in Aria’s house, for fuck’s sake, but like with Ryker, I can’t say no to him. I never could.
Love makes us all idiots, I suppose.
I shake my head, reaching for him, my hands grasping at his shoulders. “Don’t you dare stop.”
He doesn’t need any more encouragement. He lines himself up, the blunt head of his cock nudging my entrance, and then he pushes inside. He doesn’t go slow. He sinks into me in one long, relentless thrust, burying himself to the hilt. I cry out, a sharp, shocked sound of pleasure-pain as my body stretches to accommodate him. It’s been so long, and he’s so big, the feeling of being utterly full, completely possessed by him, is overwhelming.
“Fuck,” he groans, his head dropping to my shoulder, his breath hot against my neck. He stays still for a moment, letting me adjust, but I can feel the tremor in his arms, the sheer effort it’s taking him to hold back. “You feel like heaven. So fucking tight and wet for me. You were made for this cock.”
He pulls back, almost all the way out, then slams back into me. The force of it pushes me up the bed, my head hitting the wall with a soft thud. I don’t care. I wrap my legs tighter around him, urging him on. He sets a punishing rhythm, his hips snapping against mine, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room.
“Look at me,” he commands, his voice harsh. He grabs my chin, forcing my eyes to meet his. His are dark, the gray almost black with lust. “I want to see your face when I fuck you. I want to see you falling apart on my dick.”
He’s fucking me like he’s trying to crawl inside me, like he wants to erase every inch of space between us. His words are a constant, filthy stream in my ear. “You like that, you little slut? You like being fucked hard? Taking my cock like a good girl.”
“Yes,” I gasp, my nails digging into his back. “Harder, Landon, please.”
He growls, a sound of pure, primal satisfaction, and gives me exactly what I want. He grabs my legs, pushing my knees back toward my chest, changing the angle. The new position lets him go deeper, hitting that spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyes with every thrust. The bed groans beneath us, a rhythmic protest that matches the frantic beat of my heart.
“This is my pussy,” he grunts, punctuating each word with a deep, powerful thrust. “Say it.” His hand slides between us, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing it in tight, hard circles.
“Your pussy,” I sob, the words torn from my throat. “It’s your pussy, Landon.”
“Damn right, it is,” he snarls. “And you’re going to come all over my cock. I want to feel you squeezing me, milking me. Come on, kitten, come for me. Now.”
His command is all it takes. The pressure that’s been building inside me shatters into a million pieces. I scream his name as my orgasm rips through me, a tidal wave of pleasure so intense it whites out my vision. My body convulses, my inner walls clamping down on him like a vise as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over me.
“Fuck, yes,” he roars, his rhythm faltering as my pulsing cunt grips him. He drives into me one last time, so deep it hurts, and then he’s coming. I feel the hot, thick spurts of his release filling me, his body shuddering against mine as he groans my name into my neck.
He collapses on top of me, his weight a welcome, grounding pressure. We’re both panting, sweaty, and sticky. The room smells of sex and us. For a long moment, the only sound is our ragged breathing. He presses a soft, almost reverent, kiss to my temple.
“I’m never leaving you again,” he whispers, his voice hoarse but certain. And in the aftermath, with him still inside me, his heart beating against my chest, I believe him.
Even if I know it’s impossible.
32
BECKETT
“Aria’s going to do something…and it’s going to be big,” Dominic rants, pacing. He repeatedly rakes his fingers through his platinum-blond hair, disrupting the strands and making them stick in every direction. “There’s a reason she’s been quiet the last week.”
“At leastsomeonecan be quiet,” Zane murmurs, a hint of a pout in his voice.
All our eyes flick in the direction of the hallway, where Ellie is with Landon.
What was the wanker thinking, sneaking into Aria’s home?
Nothing. He was thinking of nothing except Ellie.