KING: Las Vegas Bad Boys(82)

“It just better be the last one you ever get.”

“It will be,” I sigh, unzipping his pants, my thumbs hooking against the waistband of both his jeans and boxers.

“It won’t be final for a few days. But Denzel is taking care of it from here on out.”

I nod, grateful that I didn’t have to see that bastard whose name I took, whose life changed mine.

Landon uses the tip of his finger to lift my chin, so our eyes meet.

“I’m sorry, Claire, that you went through all that.”

“It gave me Sophia. And she is my life.” I catch my breath, unexpectedly needing to stifle a sob.

“It’s okay, baby, you can cry with me. You don’t need to hide your tears.”

I believe him, and when he turns me around, unzipping my dress, letting it slip to the floor, then kneels down to take off my heels, to help shimmy down my stockings, I stop trying to hold back.

With Landon, I don’t need to.

I turn back around, facing him. He holds my cheeks in his hands, and his thumbs graze over my cheeks, wiping away my tears.

“You remember how I said you were a bird, back at the airport?” he asks. “That you needed to learn to fly?”

I nod, remembering.

“I’m sorry. I should never have said that to you.” He licks his lips, blinks, and his long eyelashes brush his face. “You’ve known how to fly; you just had a broken wing.”

I can’t speak. Landon has just said all the words. The words that evaporate the fears I’ve held onto so tightly. I thought, before, that he saw me ... now I have no doubt. Now I know.

“Make love to me,” I whisper. And he silently nods.

He steps out of his pants and boxers, his cock so hard I have to blink. But I don’t want to close my eyes; I don’t want to miss a thing.

His rod is massive, and ready for me. I’m nearly salivating at the sight of it, remembering how I pleasured myself yesterday morning when I was in the bed alone, waiting for him, wanting him so badly.

The memory makes my pussy throb, forces me to slip off my panties and unhook my bra. My breasts spill out and his hands are on them in seconds, massaging them. He kisses my flesh, sucks at my nipples.

His face is buried between them and he squeezes them together as if they are the best things he has ever tasted.

I hook a leg around him and, the moment my legs part, his hand reaches down to feel my opening. I know he likes the wetness, because he moans, running his hand down my stretched legs.

Then he looks around and grabs a pile of blankets from the corner. He quickly spreads a few on the ground, and then returns to me.

“Is it okay out here? Not too cold?” he asks.

“You’ll keep me warm.”

We lower ourselves to the ground. Landon’s above me, on his knees, slowly spreading my legs. He presses his face between them. I sink into the blankets as he brings his mouth to my entrance.

“Oh, God,” I moan, as his tongue runs along my slit, easing himself into my folds. I feel my pussy tighten in anticipation. His tongue darts across me, and my head falls back, my shoulders relax, my eyes close. My entire being just gives into him.

My bent knees drop and he reaches a hand to my chest, rolling one of my tits in his hand, as his other hand reaches under my ass, pushing me closer to his face.

“That feels so good, baby,” I tell him, as his fingers slide into me. He sits up, his cock at attention between us, and I reach down to touch it, to hold him, but he is too far away.

“I want to touch you,” I purr.

But he shakes his head, smirking. “You need to come nice and hard first, Claire. You know you like it when you do.”

“I’ll make a mess.”

“Good, I want you to soak these blankets through with your juice. I want your come all over me.”

My chest rises and falls as he pushes another finger into me, causing me to groan in pleasure. “I just want to touch you so bad,” I tell him, as his thumb rolls against my clit, as his fingers rub my g-spot.

The orgasm mounts, and I feel the walls of my pussy shudder as the release washes over me, sending a shock wave to my core, to his fingers as they keep working me, knowing I have more to release if he’s patient.

And he is. With his right hand pressed in me, he uses the tips of his other fingers to rub against my hood nice and fast. So fast I can feel myself getting closer to a screaming, ohmigod-what-have-you-done-to-me orgasm. An orgasm like I’ve never had.

The orgasm vibrates through me, as my release gushes him with my pleasure.

That is what he gives me, on the stable floor. His body, his heart, his everything.





Chapter Thirty





Landon



I’ve gotten Claire off plenty of times, but never like this. This release is the kind I’ve seen in porn–good porn, mind you–but this is real life.