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KING: Las Vegas Bad Boys(60)



Then she collapses in pleasure, her perfect ass the only thing I see.

She isn’t a greedy lover, though; her hands still hold my hard cock, and she regains her breath as she turns around to face me.

“You were hungry,” she says, a sexy smile on her face. God I could look at his woman all day.

“You were ready for a release.”

“You. Are. Incredible. Like, insane.” She straddles me again, this time looking down at me as she sits on my thighs, my cock still in her hands.

I want her to sit on me so bad—I know I’ll only last a few minutes, but at this point I don’t care.

“You need to fuck me, Claire.” I bite my lip. “Now.” My cock is veiny and hard and just so ready to explode.

She doesn’t hesitate. She lowers herself onto my cock and raises her shoulders as she does, inhaling, her stomach flattening as she gently works herself down on top of me.

“Your cock is so ready,” she says, holding my base as she sinks onto me.

“You like it?” I ask.

“I love it.”

She begins grinding against me. This time, the moment she starts moving, her moans are more like cries.

“You are so deep in me,” she pants. “It feels so good.”

“I’m gonna come so fast.”

“Wait, I want your seed on me, all over me,” she says, her eyes meeting mine in a moment of vulnerability.

“You sure?”

“I just want to be covered by you Landon.... Is that weird?”

“No, it’s fucking hot. It’s fucking everything.”

Before I come, she lifts herself off me, her thighs slick and her eyes glistening with desire.

She takes hold of my cock and begins running her hand up and down it as I start coming, ropes of my milky release hitting her face, her tits, her mouth.

She lowers against my cock, as if not wanting to miss a single bead of come as it shoots from me. She licks her lips, tastes me, and I watch, mesmerized, as she swallows me.

She presses a finger to the come on her rounded breasts, swipes across the cream, and then sucks it off her finger.

The single motion gets me hard again. I feel her pussy growing wet and she leans down, taking my cock in her mouth for a second time.

It’s as if she can’t get enough.

As if all she wants is more.

More of me.

And I may not have a house for her. And I may not have a job. I may not have anything she needs.

But she still makes me feel like a fucking King.





Chapter Twenty-Three





Claire



As we step out of the shower, after washing ourselves off one another—and another round—my phone starts buzzing.

And though I’m not in any hurry to return to anything besides this sex-cocoon Landon and I have created, I know I need to be a responsible adult. It could be an emergency. It could be Sophia.

I grab a towel and wrap it around me as I walk into the bedroom.

“Is everything okay?” Landon asks, coming up behind me, not wrapped in anything. I know this because I feel his perpetually hard cock pressed against my ass.

This man has undone me.

And I just want him in me—like, 24/7.

But being a grown-up means reading texts when I’m out of the country, instead of giving in to his erection.

Looking at the message, I groan. “Not important ... but um. Apparently we’re late for dinner.” I grimace. “Emmy says everyone is waiting for us. They’ve already had pre-dinner drinks. Because that’s a thing here.”

“Oh shit, I totally forgot. What time is it?”

“Eight-thirty.” I wince, knowing these formal English dinners are later than I have back home.

Mostly because back home I eat at five o’clock. I have to eat that early in order to have time for Sophia to take a bath, work on her sight words, and practice reading BOB books before her bedtime.

But eight-thirty is still half an hour past Arthur and Helen’s designated dinnertime.

“We’re screwed,” I say. My thumbs hover over my iPhone. “What should I say?”

“That you’re sorry, but you’ve been busy screwing you fiancée.”

“Ha.” I smirk. “Kinda true though, isn’t it?”

“Tell her that,” Landon says. “It will get us off the hook. Who can argue with two people in love?”

“And that’s us?” I ask, my smirk becoming more of a half-smile.

“I don’t think you’re in love with me,” he says, his arms wrapping around me from behind. “But, yeah. I’m completely in love with you, Claire.”

“That’s the sex talking.” I dismiss his words, because it’s safer. Easier. Less terrifying.

“It’s not.” He turns me to face him. “It isn’t, Claire. I love you. I want to be the man you want. The man you need. But I know you aren’t ready for that. For us.”