Page 17 of Leaving Lando

“Prepare to do your penance, Red.”

“Ooh.” Bree wriggles in her seat. “Are you going to tease me, or punish me?”

“Maybe both.”

“Okay, but just remember I can give as good as I get.”

That’s what she thinks.

I make it to my house in record time. It’s the kind of house a cop’s salary can afford, a modest size in an older neighborhood, the kind where there’s an alley that runs behind the houses and leads to the garages. A lot of the time I park on the street, but tonight I use the garage.

Brianna hops down from her side of the truck and follows me into the back yard. As soon as I have room to maneuver, I hoist her over my shoulder and carry her caveman style. She just laughs.

The back of the house consists of the kitchen, and then a closed-in porch that runs the rest of the length of it. We go through the porch and into the kitchen, and I can’t wait another minute. I set her on her feet, back her up against the nearest wall, and go in for a kiss.

She’s ready for me. Our mouths fuse, our tongues tangling, and I taste caramel and spices and something wild that’s all Brianna. We undress each other without breaking the kiss, eager hands shoving at jackets and burrowing under shirts.

Her hands are cold; she warms them against my back, then shoves them down inside my jeans to grab my ass, her short nails digging in. I growl into her mouth and get my hands on her breasts, cupping their generous weight, then tweaking the nipples.

Her moan electrifies me. We finally come up for air, our breathing ragged, and strip off more clothes. “You on the pill?” I ask.

“Yeah.” She unzips my jeans, her mouth brushing my throat.

I nip her earlobe, then suck on it. “I been tested; I’m clear.”

“I’m good.” Bree’s breath is coming in short gasps. She gets my jeans and underwear out of the way and closes her hand over my cock. “Oh, honey.”

Her appreciative moan makes me swell in her grasp, but when she starts to sink to her knees, I pull her back up. “Later, babe.” It’s my turn now to wrestle her jeans — and my underwear — out of the way, dragging them down her legs.

I get her ankle boots off so I can remove her clothing entirely, leaving her naked. Still kneeling, I lift her with my hands under her ass and bury my face between her legs.

She’s soaking wet. I lick her open and go straight for her clit. Later, there’ll be time for finesse and slow seductions. Right now, I need to be inside her.

“Lando … oh fuck!” Her legs are over my shoulders, her hands tunneling into my hair, her hips jerking as I suck on her swollen nub. The slightest pressure of my teeth is all it takes to send her over the edge. “Lando!”

I get one arm under her ass to hold her up, and with my free hand work a finger inside her, then another, all while I’m lapping up the nectar of her release. A third finger, and a fourth, sucking her clit again while I get her ready for my cock.

Even slippery wet, she’s tight. I can’t wait to feel her hot silk gripping me. When she comes, crying out, clenching around my fingers, drenching them, I’m about to burst.

Standing up, I get both hands under her ass again. She guides me to her entrance, and I start to press inside.

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