Dirty Sexy Alphas (Twenty Book Box Set) - Hannah Ford Page 0,98

he came to my clit, but instead of stopping, instead of giving me what I desperately wanted, he continued over to my other thigh, leaving soft, wet kisses in his wake.

My entire body was pulsing with need, and when he finally returned to between my thighs, his tongue flicking against my clit, I gasped. He dropped down onto his elbows, and as his mouth closed over my clit again, he stared at me. Watched as a heavy wave of pleasure hit as his tongue circled me.

I moaned, fighting the urge to shut my eyes. Watching this man—this powerful man—between my legs was too much.

Knowing I was his and he was mine.

Finally.

He reached a hand out, finding where the dildo had been buried in the bedding. He didn’t stop swirling his tongue around me, and as I watched his fist encircle the glass toy, my pulse turned into a snare drum.

His mouth was hot against me, but the glass was cold, hard, and unforgiving. He slid it up and down my slit, until I arched my back, begging for it. And then I felt it at my opening, watched as he tipped his head back, meeting my eyes as he slid it inside me. I moaned as the glass stretched me, filled me, arching against it.

He pushed the toy deeper, until I could feel his knuckles brushing against my inner thighs, and it felt like I could take no more. Then he pulled back and pushed in again, picking up a steady rhythm.

I fell back against the bed, my breathing coming in heavy rasps as he pumped the toy in and out of me.

And then his mouth found my clit again, and heat exploded behind my eyelids. My entire body was hot, my blood rushing in my ears like a freight train as his tongue slid around my clit, as he pumped the glass harder into my pussy.

My moans grew louder as my pleasure built. “Don’t stop,” I said, more of a gasp than a voice.

He closed his lips around my clit, sucking, the pulsing of it bringing me to the edge. “I’m going to come,” I cried, reaching a hand down, twisting it into his hair as my climax hit.

I moaned, feeling my pussy clenching around the dildo as he buried it deep, continuing to swirl his tongue around my clit.

My breathing came in raspy gasps as I struggled to catch my breath. Landon waited until I couldn’t take anymore, and I pushed my knees together against him, before he pulled his mouth away.

And then he smiled up at me, the picture of cockiness. He knew he’d just driven me wild, relished in the pleasure he’d brought me.

He climbed up over me, discarding the toy and nudging my legs apart again. When he kissed me, I could taste myself on his lips, and it made me want him even more. Made me want him to take his own release, drive into me until he found it.

He kissed me as his cock found my entrance, as he slowly slid inside. His heat was a relief after the cold glass, but he was every bit as hard and unforgiving. By now—since he’d waited so long for his own pleasure—I thought he’d take me hard and rough, plunging in and seeking release.

But it was the opposite. He was slow and deliberate, a kiss for every time he pushed into me, his mouth both hot and wet, leaving a trail of kisses across my skin. Like a claiming. A brand I wouldn’t soon forget.

His pace quickened, his cock sliding in and out, pumping harder and harder into me. Where just moments before I’d been sated, now I wanted him. Hard and fast and raw, to fuck me until he found release.

He shoved my legs up over his shoulders, until I was bent in half, and the angle allowed him to fuck me harder, deeper than before. His hips pressed me deeper into the bed, and I raked my fingers up his back, moaning with pleasure

“Jesus I missed you,” he said, his voice like a growl. “You feel so fucking good.”

I tipped my head back, closing my eyes and losing myself in the moment, to the pleasure, to the feeling of him over the top of me, my knees against my chest, my ankles over my head, his cock buried deeper and deeper.

He leaned down, kissing and sucking against the side of my throat, his breathing more like groans.

“I’m going to come,” he said, his