Fall With Me (Sugarland Creek, #3) (83)

“You're about to scream that a lot in a few minutes…” He winks before lowering himself down my body.

“You're supposed to fuck me now,” I whine when he spreads my thighs.

“Relax for me.” He drags his tongue slowly up my slit before he captures my clit and sucks on it. Then he curls two fingers so deep inside me that he presses against my cervix.

“Holy shit. Yes, right there.” The moan that releases out of me isn't my own. I don't know where it comes from but it vibrates from my throat and echoes through the room.

Landen's head pops up. “You were sayin'?”

“I dunno what you did, but I'm still seein' stars in my eyes.”

He smiles proudly before gliding his tongue back on me.

“You said you'd let me come on your cock after your hand,” I remind him, lifting my hips as he brings me closer to the edge again.

“Oh you will…” Kisses feather the inside of my thigh. “But I wanted to taste you on my mouth first.”

Groaning, I fist the blankets beneath me. “You're a tease.”

“This is just the start of gettin' you back for four year’s worth of blue balls.”

I don't have the energy to respond before pleasure ripples through me once again. This time I cry out his name, shattering through my pleads for him to fill me with his cock.

My body sinks into the mattress, feeling more relaxed than I have in weeks.

But Landen's mouth doesn't let up. He continues lapping up my arousal and moaning against me.

“Landen…please.”

He lifts slightly. “Just because you're done doesn't mean I am…”

“What? I can't take anymore.”

“Yes you can…” he taunts before three fingers slide into me, and I gasp at how tight it feels. My legs shake at how wet and full I am.

After more moaning and begging to give me what I need, he finally kneels between my legs and strokes his thick cock above my pussy.

“Are you ready for this?”

I agree like the sex-deprived woman I am and reach for him. “Let me get it wet for us.”

Lifting on my elbows, I open wide and stick out my tongue. He slides it between my lips and I groan at how much I love tasting him.

“Relax your jaw, sweetheart.” He cups my cheek, rubbing soft circles over my skin. “Good girl, just like that.”

After a couple minutes of sucking him, he tells me to lie back.

“Tell me if I hurt you, got it?”

I nod, but I want it to hurt.

He eases himself inside me, so achingly slow at first, I lift my hips to speed up the process.

“Ellie…” He breathes my name out like a prayer, and I widen my thighs so he can slide in deeper. “You feel like heaven.”

Wrapping my arms around his body, I pull him closer. “You're not gonna break me, I promise.”

He finally stops holding back and gives me what I need, connecting us in a new way I've never felt before. My heart pounds at feeling so many things at once—how much I love him, how perfect we feel together, how deep our connection goes—I can barely take it before I'm teetering on the edge again.

“Landen, yes…I—”

“I got you, sweetheart.” Snaking his arm around my waist, he lifts me and thrusts harder, vibrating pleasure against my clit.

My thighs shake around him as the climax hits me hard and fast, and I drag my nails down his back as I cry out through the intensity.

He buries his face in my neck and bites behind my ear, filling me so full, I nearly come again.

Hollow breathing echoes between us and he collapses on top of me, cradling my face in his hands.

“I love you,” he whispers between slow tender kisses. “But the next time I'm inside you, I'm bending you over in front of that mirror and you're gonna think I don't by the way I fuck that pussy raw.”

My eyes search his face and a devious grin spreads across it.

“Then what was this?” I ask.

“This was makin' love to my future wife…”

“And what's wrong with that?”

He presses his mouth to the tip of my nose. “Absolutely nothing. But I'm not missing your face the next time I make you come.”

“You're obsessed with watching me,” I quip.

Licking his bottom lip, he winks. “You have no idea, Little Devil. Over four years of watchin' my dream girl at a distance. Now, I'm not gonna miss a damn thing.”





I wake up sore as fuck but with a pleasurable soreness that brings a smile to my face. After a month of nonstop sex, you'd think my body would be used to this. But Landen’s the first man I've been with in years and he's not let me have a day of rest in four weeks.

Even Jesus got to rest on the seventh day.

Not me.

But I'm not complaining because it's been the wildest, most fun I've ever had.

And I’m stupidly in love with him.

Even when I performed my version of self-care, it never felt like this.

Blissfully content and so damn happy.

“Excuse me, future Mrs. Donovan-Hollis? I got you some coffee…”

Groaning, I roll over and squint when the sun blinds me. “I'd like to revisit the terms of our impending marriage. No hyphen.”