Swear (Landry Family 4)

“That’s all it takes to ruin your mood? Guess I’ll have to work at getting you back where I want you.”

I lie still, watching him methodically pick up one piece of candy in each color. “Be still,” he warns as he places a red one in the hollow of my throat. “Don’t move or it’ll fall.”

He shoots me a devious grin as he places another candy between my breasts.

“What are you doing?” I ask, trying to stay still.

“Shh . . .”

A purple candy sits just beneath my chest and a yellow one is placed in my belly button. With a smirk to die for, he watches my reaction as he sets an orange one at the apex of my thighs.

My breathing gets more ragged as he positions himself between my legs. His hair is mussed up, his eyes downright sinful.

“What now?” I whisper.

He shuffles to the side, placing a green one on the peak of my closed lips. Maintaining eye contact the entire time, he lowers himself push-up style and swipes the candy from my lips. I grasp his biceps, feeling the muscles flex under my touch.

As my jaw slacks in response, he takes advantage and enters my mouth with his tongue. He kisses me with a fervor I reciprocate.

When he pulls back, I pout.

“Trust me,” he winks. Lowering himself again, he forms an O over the candy at the base of my throat and sucks it into his mouth.

I hiss, sucking in a deep breath. My nipples harden, peaking, begging for attention. “This better not take too long.”

“You’re going to have to be patient,” he warns, swallowing the candy.

He moves down my body, appreciating every curve and bow of my figure with squeezes and kisses as he goes. I feel his cock hard against my leg as he repositions himself. My pussy clenches in response.

He draws my nipple into his mouth, rolling the hardened bead around his tongue. I knot my hands in his hair and pull, letting out a drawn-out moan.

“You’re killing me,” I tell him, dying.

His tongue drags hot and wet across my chest, catching the candy on the way to my other nipple. Using the candy as a prop, he rolls it over the tip of my breast. I writhe against his body, beginning to lose my mind.

He moves lower down my body, swiping the next candy and then sucking the piece from my belly button. His mouth is hot, his tongue heavy as he drags it across me.

I suck in a quick breath, my skin on fire. Goosebumps spatter the surface, my hips rising, begging for action.

Looking up at me as he gets settled between my legs again, he grins. “Need something, El?”

“Yeah. You. Inside me.”

“I’ll be happy to do that. In just a second . . .”

I growl, falling back into the pillows.

Nudging my thighs apart with his elbows, he presses a kiss to the inside of each of my legs. I feel small bits of pressure parting me and I look down to see him pressing candies along my slit.

“What are you doing?” I ask, my jaw hanging open.

Ford splays his hand at the bottom of my belly and uses his thumb to apply pressure to my clit. “Hold still,” he smirks.

“Hurry up, Ford,” I groan. “You’re being mean.”

“I’m about to be very,” he says, leaning forward, “very,” he hovers his mouth over my opening, and as I begin to moan, he whispers, “nice.”

His breath trickles over my opening, warm and heady. Just as I begin to object, he runs his tongue up me, capturing the candies with his tongue.