When he didn’t appear to be making a move to do just that, I lifted my eyes to see him standing there with a huge smile on his face.

“Why do I feel like you’re about to judge my dick?”

“Well, if it’s as impressive as the rest of your body, I don’t think you’ll have anything to worry about. Besides, I’ve heard rumors about this dick.”

He lifted one brow as he brought his arms up and folded them across his chest. “What rumors and from who?”

I shrugged. “The Internet is a powerful thing, Landon. And women talk.”

He rolled his eyes and tried not to let a smile play across his face. “Should I drop my drawers and let you compare those rumors to the truth?”

Without a care in the world about being naked—and why would I care, considering what Landon had just done—I crawled over to the edge of the bed and knelt, rubbing my hands together. With a waggle of my brows, I purred, “Drop them, Mr. Lewis.”

Landon laughed as he untied his pants and slipped his fingers into the waistband ever so slowly. My heart pounded in my ears. I had never been so excited to see something in my life. Not even on Christmas morning.

With slow movements, he dropped his pants a little at a time as he teased, “Be ready to have your mind blown.”

Laughing, I tried to ignore the way my mouth suddenly salivated, and the intense pull that formed in my lower stomach again. “I’m ready!” I said, looking eagerly at his crotch area with bated breath.

Landon pushed his pants down lower and lower, and I felt a sharp pain in my lip ache as I realized I was biting down on it so hard I was about to draw blood.

The tip of his dick came into view, and I moaned. He was going to be big…and Lord, I was praying all those rumors about him were indeed true.

Then, as if the gods above heard my siren call, his pants were down and I was staring at the most amazing penis I’d ever seen. The way it bounced against his insanely fit body, so proud and hard, caused me to gasp. Thick veins covered the length, and I longed to wrap my hand around it to see if it felt as hard as it looked.

“Okay, that has to be the prettiest penis ever,” I whispered, slowly reaching out and poking it with the tip of my finger.

“Um, Emme? I’m gonna be honest with you, I’ve never had a woman poke by dick before sex. I’m not really sure how I’m supposed to take your reaction. Especially since you said he was…pretty.”

I swallowed hard, and my hand itched to stroke him. Lord, I wanted to do things to that dick, and I wanted more than anything for that dick to do things to me. Lots of dirty things.

Oh. My. God. Who am I right now?

“Emme?” Landon asked. “This is kinda getting awkward.”

I chewed on my lip and smiled. “I’m going to be so sore.”

Landon laughed and then took a few steps toward me, his dick now inches from my face.

I reached up and slowly ran my fingertip down the length of him—the impressive-as-hell length of him. Landon hissed, and I felt a rush of wetness between my legs. I loved that my touch affected him as much as his did to me.

I moved my finger up and swiped across his own wetness, and I couldn’t help but glance up at him when he moaned. Landon’s head was dropped back, and he was clenching his fists at his side. A wide smile grew across my face, knowing I was the one making him feel this way.

“I’m not going to last long inside of you,” he whispered.

“You better. I expect multiple orgasms this evening, Mr. Lewis. Rumors and all, remember?”

He closed his eyes as I wrapped my hand around him. Goodness, he was big. What I really wanted to do was take him inside of my mouth, but I was greedy and wanted more of him. So, I did the next best thing: I leaned forward and licked up his shaft.

Landon gasped and jumped back, which caused me to fall right off the bed and land damn near face first onto the floor.

“Fuck! Oh, shit, Emmerson!” Landon said, a mix of concern and laughter in his voice.

“I’m okay!” I said, trying to jump up and act like I had planned on falling off the bed and into a naked pile at his feet.

As I jumped up, he leaned down, and the top of my head hit his face so hard that I fell right back down. Landon stumbled back, tripped over his pants, and then he went down. Hard.

“My head! What in the hell is your face made of, concrete?” I asked as I slowly stood up and looked down at Landon. His hand was over his nose—and I froze when I saw blood sliding down his face.

Tags: Kelly Elliott Southern Bride Romance
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