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boxing, but to get the need to be with you
again out of my system.”
    She
panted, looked right into his eyes, and felt her arousal heighten to a fever
pitch.
    “Did
it work?”
    He
grunted and kissed her again for several seconds. “Fuck no.”
    She
breathed out hard.
    “I
swear I could smell you on my skin, feel you all over me.” He ran his tongue
along her lips. He then moved his mouth down her neck and started sucking at
her throat. “You smell sweet, like vanilla, but there is also a hint of lemon.
It’s so fucking hot.” He emphasized his point by grinding his shaft into her
stomach, his low groan sending her desire higher. His hand slipped between
their bodies, his mouth still licking and sucking at her throat as he started
to unbutton and unzip her shorts. “Spread your legs wider for me, baby.”
    She
did as he said, needing him to put out the burn in her.
    He
speared his hand beneath her panties, his fingers sliding down her slit,
spreading her lips wide so that she had to bite her lips to stem off her moan
of pleasure.
    “No,
don’t hold back. It’s just you and I, baby. Scream for me if you have to.”
    Her
mouth opened on a silent cry, and her eyes rolled back in her head.
    She
let her head fall back as his other hand snaked behind her and gripped her ass
cheek, clenching and unclenching on the globe until she was wantonly thrusting
her hips at him. His finger teased the opening of her pussy, dipping in partly
before pulling the digit out and running small circles around her clit.
    “Fuck,
you’re so damn wet for me, so juicy my hand is getting soaked.”
    She
closed her eyes again, the pleasure so intense it was leaving her breathless.
His mouth moved to her braless breasts, the thin t-shirt she wore hardly a
barrier as his mouth went to work on her nipple. He didn’t bother removing her
shirt, just bit and licked, sucked and massaged the mound through the material
until she was panting and dizzy, unable to even think clearly.
    “I’m
so fucking hard for you,” he grunted those words out. “Take off the bottoms,
baby. Let me see that wet pussy. Let me taste you.”
    With
shaky fingers she did just that, letting the material slide down her hips and
pool around her feet. She kicked the shorts away, and then started to push her
panties down her legs. The chill from the air brushed along her pussy lips, and
a shiver went through her. His fingers went back to work, spreading her labia
wide, and using his thumbs to move her moisture around until she was so slick
her juices felt like they were sliding down her thigh.
    “I
need to taste this pretty cunt of yours.” And then he dropped to his knees,
kept her lips spread for him, and sucked her clit into his mouth. She watched
him, the small bundle of nerves red and swollen from his ministrations, from
her arousal. He had his focus on her while he tormented her, teased every part
of her.
    While
still watching her, he ran his tongue along her clit, sucking the engorged bud
into his mouth until she was shaking. And when he pulled an inch away from her
she could see a thin line of saliva still connecting his mouth to her pussy.
That was all she needed, that visual stimulus, to have her orgasm explode
through her.
    “God,
Landon.” She thrust her breasts out, her ass digging into the edge of the
counter, her feet lifted so she was on her toes, and the pleasure coursing
through her. She closed her eyes, but Landon’s deep growl had her snapping her
eyes open.
    “No,
keep them open. Watch me, baby. Watch as I eat you out.”
    She
looked down and watched him be filthy, but only in the best way. He spread her
pussy lips wide, her clit tingling as he ran his tongue up and down her cleft,
dipping it into her pussy hole and then moving the muscle up to her clit. He
sucked the hard little bud in his mouth, and grunted around it, sending little
vibrations through her whole body.
    The
warmth and wetness, the friction and motions set off another orgasm in her,