Swing (Landry Family 2)

“You,” he says, his mouth up against my ear, “are going to be the death of me.”

“Don’t die until after you fuck me, please.”

He takes a nibble at the shell of my ear, making me shriek and writhe beneath him. He uses my movement against me, or for me, depending, and I feel his girth at my opening.

I still and hold my breath. His arms, those sinewy, muscled arms, cage me in on either side of my head. A sinful smirk plays on his lips as he swirls his hips and drags his cock through my wetness. I move, attempting to get so

me friction against my needy clit. I dig my nails into his ass to convince him to go.

“Do I need to use a condom?” he asks.

“I’m clean and on the pill,” I say.

“I get checked every six months. I’m clean.”

“Then get on with it, Landry, I—” My sentence is halted by a yelp as he pushes into me with one long, hard, owning push. “Ah!” I squeal, panting.

“You like that?”

“God, yes,” I breathe, my eyes rolling to the back of my head. He’s watching me and I’d like to be able to hold my ground and gaze, but I can’t. It’s impossible. He knows this. He likes this, the cocky bastard.

“You are so fucking sexy,” he almost growls as he strokes his cock in and out of my pussy. “Damn it, Dani. You feel better than I even imagined.”

“Do I?” I ask, reaching my hands behind me and gripping the pillows. “Do I turn you on, Landry?”

“You know you do. You feel how hard my cock is.”

“For me.”

“For you.”

“Ah!” I moan as his strokes become harder. “Yes! This!”

My entire body is on fire, my breasts bouncing with each thrust. He drives into me, hitting that spot in the back of my vagina that is a trigger to an orgasm. “I’m going to come.”

“Come all over my cock,” he growls.

“Fuck!” I scream as my vision is dotted with an array of colors. The build-up starts at my pussy and rolls, like lava, through my body. In a matter of seconds, I feel the energy pulsing through my toes and the top of my head. “Lincoln!”

He doesn’t slow down, just massages that spot with his swollen head. When my eyes can open again, I see his skin is broken out in a glisten of sweat.

Pulling his cock out so just the tip sits in my opening, he grins. “Up.” He rocks back on his heels.

Confused and still out of breath, I try to sit up. He bends down, touching his lips to mine, before wrapping an arm around my waist and twisting me on my hands and knees. A quick slap collides with my bare ass.

“Hold on, baby,” he says.

Before I can hold on or get my wits about me, he’s once again at my opening and thrusting in.

“Shit,” I mutter, clenching my teeth. One hand grips the bend of my waist, the other sitting on the end of my spine. His thumb plays against my ass, applying concerted pressure over the opening in the back. “I can’t,” I groan, knowing good and well that I can. And I want to.

He chuckles behind me. “We’ll save that for another day.”

“One day at a—” I start but am stopped by another smack to my rear. “Landry!”

He laughs again, both hands now digging into my sides, as he builds me up with quick, powerful strokes.

“You feel so good,” he growls, finding that spot once again. “I can’t hold back for long.”