Page 8 of Mister Landlord

Eleanor

Idon’t know what came over me but the minute his lips touched mine it was like my whole world came into focus; the final puzzle piece I didn't even know I was looking for. He makes my body feel things I never knew it could. Every touch stokes the fire until I feel like I am about to combust from all of the pleasure he is giving me.

Beau tugs my head back placing bitty kisses down the column of my throat I run my hands over his chest I am insanely jealous of his shirt. I want to feel his skin against mine.

“You are wearing too many clothes,” I whine. He chuckles and kisses my neck.

“Sorry baby. Your sexy fucking body distracted me.”

“Off now, mister,” I say haughtily, gasping when he stands up with me still on his lap. Before I can even protest, he chuckles then dips back down, placing me on the soft cushions of the couch. He stands back up to his full height, causing my eyes to roam his body. I lean up on my elbows to get a better look at him. Yummy. He grabs the back of his shirt by his neck and pulls it off in one fast motion. My eyes go big and I lick my bottom lip. He looks even bigger without clothes on. His entire chest and torso have an incredible skull tattoo that must have taken hours to get done.

Oh, fuck are those nipple rings?Suddenly, all I want to do is lick all over his amazing chest and run my tongue over those nipple rings. My thighs squeeze together, and I feel my wetness coat them. Fuck me, he is like a Greek God. I run my eyes along his washboard abs and down his trimmed waist where his jeans hang low and almost show off those perfect Ken Doll lines. I bite my lip to keep from moaning out loud when I see the huge bulge inside his jeans.

He makes quick work of his belt and pants then he is standing in front of me in only his tight black boxer briefs that can barely contain his massive cock. The minute his briefs come off my mouth pops open. Holy fucking hell! It bobs but it is so big and thick it lays heavily against his thigh. A little whimper escapes. It is even bigger than I thought it was. Damn his cock is beautiful. With its perfect mushroom head, thick long vine running down his shaft. His heavy balls swing as he walks a little closer to me.

“Play with that pink cunt of yours, baby. Let me see how wet you are for me.” He is standing in front of me in all of his 6’4-foot sex pot glory. He is looking at me like I am a juicy steak and he’s a starved lion stalking his prey. I shiver at the intense look in his eyes. I moan and run my hands down my body spreading my thighs wide. Running my fingers through my slippery folds, I realize just how wet I am. “Fuck! How am I jealous of your own hand on that pussy?” He growls, kneeling between my thighs. “It’s fucking mine.” He grabs my hand and sucks my fingers into his mouth swirling his tongue around them. I moan and squirm. He grabs my thighs and throws them over his shoulders, yanking me up until only my shoulders are on the couch.

I gasp.

He growls.

Burying his face into my pussy, sucking my clit into his mouth, I lose my fucking mind.

“Oh god Beau. That feels so good.” His tongue runs down my slit then thrusts deep into my virgin hole. His thumb runs circles around my clit then pushes a little harder. Stiffening his tongue, he surges into my pussy and I come moaning, long and loud. He lets my legs fall down until they are draped over his thick masculine forearms. His huge biceps flex as he fists his cock and starts to run it through my wet pussy lips. The tip hits my clit and we both moan.

“I can’t wait to get my cock into your cunt any longer, Elle. Fuck, I want you so bad,” he grunts.

“Please, you have me. I feel so empty without inside me.” He moves his cock to my opening pushing the head in slowly and I tense. He lets out a string of curses.

“Shit, I don't want to hurt you, Elle. You're so god damn tight.” He sits up taking me with him, so I am straddling his hips his hands go to my ass and I lift up on my knees. “Let's take this slow baby.” I bite my lip and nod my head. I slowly sink further down his shaft. “Fuck,” he hisses. I can't help the whimper that comes out. It's too much and yet not enough all at the same time. I need him to be inside me and I don't think I will feel whole until he is. I rise up until just the head of his cock is inside me then slam back down. He rips through my innocence and I cry out while sinking down until I feel his balls against my ass.

“Oh my God,” I moan.

“Fuck, Elle. You did so well, taking my cock in one go. God this little cunt was made just for me.” I wiggle a little and my eyes go wide. Damn, that feels good without him even moving, I do it again. His head drops down onto the back of the couch and his hands tighten on my ass. “You are trying to kill me with amazing pussy, aren't you?”

“You feel so good Beau,” I say running my hands over his chest and shoulders. He shudders under my touch. I use his shoulders as leverage, and I rise up a little then sink back down moaning as I do. A muscle in his jaw ticks and I can tell he is holding back. “Oh, God.”

His cock hits that magic spot deep inside me and I feel myself already falling over the edge. I do it again only this time he pushes up into me the minute I go down. My movements pick up the more comfortable I get and soon I am riding him like there is no tomorrow. My pussy starts to flutter, and I feel my legs start to tremble.

“You’re going to come all over my cock aren't you chérie? You want what only this dick can give you,” he growls. His eyes are full of hunger and lust. I swear to god it's like those brown eyes of his are daring me to deny that he is the only man that will ever be able to bring me this kind of pleasure this kind of all-consuming need to be fucked until I am bred by him.

Pure male satisfaction is written all over his face as I come all over his cock. My back bows and I scream out his name as an orgasm like no other crashes through me so hard and so fast that my toes curl and my entire body shakes, my nails dig into his shoulders and he grunts.

“Fuck chérie. Just like that, you come on my cock so prettily baby. Your cunt is just begging for my seed isn’t it?” All I can do is whimper. He grabs my hips in his calloused hands and starts to thrust his hips up as he pulls me down. His pace is punishing, and I can’t get enough.

“Oh, oh yes. Just like that.” I moan against his mouth. My hand digs into the hair at the nape of his neck. He slams into me over and over making me whimper. My core tightens tighter than a bowstring,

“Your tight little pussy feels so good wrapped so tight around me. Fuck, baby, come for me one more time.”

“I am,” I cry out. It's like his words are my undoing and I come. His entire body tenses and he slams into me so hard; I gasp. I feel his cock swell and he grunts out my name like an oath. Over and over, he spills his seed deep inside my womb. I fall against his chest, kissing him over his racing heart that is sure to match my own. After we catch our breaths, he picks me up and carries me to my room. One-handed, he pulls back the covers and places me softly into the bed then climbs in behind me.

“Sleep good, ma chérie, I’ll be here when you wake up.” He kisses my neck and pulls me close to his chest. I snuggle closer to him and sigh.

I don't know how he knew that was one of my fears, that maybe this was more to me than it was to him but somehow, he knew. He takes a deep breath and pulls me tighter against his chest. He kisses the side of my head. I fall asleep in his arms, feeling safer than I ever have before.

How can I have only known him for forty-two hours and already love him with all my heart?

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