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enjoying the moments that were still available.
    Landon unzipped his pants and this time, without the
interruption from Blaine, he pulled himself from his pants. He held tight at
the root of his cock. His length throbbed and the tip of his erection ached to
be pleasured.
    For a few seconds, Avery looked hesitant but then she slowly
came forward. She put her hand over Landon ’ s
hand and pulled. The tip of her tongue then teasingly flicked at the bottom of
Landon ’ s shaft. He groaned
and thrust forward.
    “ No
games, sweetheart, ” Landon
said. “ That ain ’ t my style. ”
    Avery opened her mouth and accepted Landon. He moved his
hand from his cock and let Avery stroke and suck him at the same time. She had
a hell of a tongue. The first thing Landon noticed was the way the tip of her
tongue put pressure on him and then how she swirled around the head of his
cock.
    Landon put his head back and exhaled. He tried to convince
himself that it was just like the night before the reliever. Nothing
more. Just some chick sucking him off before they got to the real business of
the night.
    The faster Avery moved, the better it felt. The wet noises
of himself in her mouth, mixed with her own moans made Landon ’ s muscle tense. He wanted to
explode in her mouth and he knew it would happen soon enough. When he thrust
hard at Avery, he caught the back of her mouth and she let out a muffled sound
and pulled away from him.
    Landon put a hand to the back of her head and pulled her
right back to him. There was no stopping. There were no breaks. Her job now was
to suck and swallow.
    Landon guided Avery by taking a handful of her hair. He
worked her thin lips and hungry tongue back and forth on his cock just the way
he needed it. When he looked down at Avery, he felt so fucking close to
finishing.
    Then something happened to Landon.
    He looked into Avery ’ s
eyes.
    Her mouth was full. He opened his hand and let go of her
hair. Avery kept moving, back and forth. Those fucking lips. That fucking
tongue. Her fucking eyes. Her eyes were glistening. She was crying.
Landon couldn ’ t look away.
It didn ’ t fucking matter if
she was upset about something. The only thing that mattered was her mouth
accepting his warm release. Yet Landon couldn ’ t
stop focusing on it. Her eyes were speaking stories to him that Avery probably
didn ’ t realize.
    “ Fuck, ” he whispered.
    He put his thumbs back into his pockets and felt the rush
through his shaft. With a hard thrust, Avery shut her eyes and Landon began to
come. With each spurt, he groaned. Then he saw a tear trickle from Avery ’ s eye. She hurried to wipe it
away but it was too late.
    Avery stayed with him though, slowing down, wrapping her
hand tight around his shaft and pumping, making sure every last drop was out of
him before she finally took her mouth away.
    Landon tucked himself away and pointed to the bed. “ You ’ re here tonight with me. ”
    “ You don ’ t have to do that, ” Avery said.
    “ I know
that. I ’ m telling you what
you ’ re doing. Take your
pants off, get comfortable. ”
    He couldn ’ t
look away from Avery ’ s eyes.
    He felt his own conscience taking over, which was the
biggest mistake. Any kind of care or conscious could easily get a man killed.
    “ Fuck, ” Landon said as he stormed away
from the bed.
    He rushed to his bathroom and slammed the door. He went to
the sink and splashed cold water on his face. He could feel himself throbbing
in his pants, barely calming down. It wanted more of Avery. Landon wanted so
much more right now. But it wasn ’ t
the time or place. He had so much bullshit swarming around his mind right now.
    Landon stood from the sink and looked in the mirror. The
bathroom door was open and Avery stood there, leaning against the doorway. At a
quick glance, he thought he saw a gun. He spun around fast, but Avery had her
arms folded. She didn ’ t
have a gun. She wasn ’ t a
killer … and she had nothing
to do with