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  But she’d always been that way, and she couldn’t jump head first into things she really wanted to do.

  Like be with Landon in every way.

  She thought about her mother, and was very pleased that in just over a week her brother had been able to care for their mom without having to worry about buying food, paying bills, or getting the care that she needed. They wouldn’t have to worry about that for a long time.

  And she would’ve sacrificed herself to ensure that her mom and brother were taken care of. She just happened to get lucky in getting Landon. It wasn’t lost on her that things could’ve definitely been a lot different.

  He set his tools aside and stepped out of the garage, wiping his face off with a rag. She couldn’t help but stare at him, at the way his T-shirt stretched across his chest, his muscles pronounced through the thin material.

  To be honest, she didn’t know how long she could last in refraining from being with him. It wasn’t like she was a virgin, but it had been a long time since she had been with a man. She was nervous, didn’t know if things would be lackluster. Although she had a very strong feeling Landon knew exactly how to please a woman. A man who looked like him, who had an air of confidence, surely knew how to make a woman scream out in pleasure.

  God, just thinking about that had her wet, had her wanting to call him inside, say fuck being polite and giving each other time, and just go for it. Anna needed to control herself.

  But maybe I don’t want to. Maybe I should be the one to make the first move. Maybe I should show Landon that I’m ready to take that next step.

  6

  Working hard throughout the day helped Landon to sleep a little easier at night. He truly thought having Anna close would make life easier, but it was far from the truth. Running the sanding paper over the wood, he kept on going until it was completely smooth. This was a coffee table that had been on order for over a month. He always took a great deal of pride in his work, and he wouldn’t allow anything to be less than perfect. Depending on the order, it could take anywhere from a week to several months to get work done.

  Wiping the sweat from his brow, he took a deep breath. He’d always been the kind of person who loved hard work, relished it even.

  The problem he had at the moment was Anna. Everywhere he turned she seemed to be there waiting for him. He liked her gaze on him as well. There had been several times that he caught her staring, and he knew with her cheeks high in color that she wanted him.

  She kept holding herself back. Just last night, she’d been reading one of her books that she’d brought with her, and she’d been running her bookmark across her lip while watching him.

  His cock, like always, had responded. He’d spent many nights in a cold shower trying to deal with his raging arousal.

  Blue balls were really becoming a problem.

  They’d not known each other long but they were married. She was his wife, and each night he went to sleep wishing she would come to him, wondering if she ached for him just like he did for her.

  But he’d promised her he’d give her time and space.

  He continued working until the sun went down, and the cold started to seep into his bones. Only then did he head inside.

  The scents filling the house made his stomach growl.

  “I wondered when you’d come in,” Anna said, standing right inside the kitchen. “I didn’t know if it was okay to come out there with you working.” The apron she wore was covered in flour with some on her cheek. She looked totally domestic, and it only served to make him want her even more.

  “You can always visit me, Anna. This is your home.”

  “Oh.”

  “I’d have liked for you to come and visit me. I can show you what I’m doing.”

  Her smile caught at his heart. “I’d really like that.”

  “I’ll show you tomorrow if you’d like?”

  “Yes, I would like that. Come, I’ve been making venison stew, and I hope you like it. I loved this growing up.”

  He chuckled as she forced him into the dining room chair. She disappeared and he admired the curves of her rounded ass. His cock already responded. He wanted to bend her over the table and taste her sweet pussy.

  Running a hand down his face, he counted to ten in the hope of getting himself under control. He wasn’t some horny teenager but a grown-ass man.

  Act like one.

  She came back, putting a bowl in front of him that was filled with lovely brown stew and smelled heavenly. Picking up his fork, he waited for her to join him. She came back with her own bowl and a basket of bread rolls.

  “You’ve made bread?” “Yes. It wasn’t so hard and I didn’t have much else to do.”

  Taking one of the rolls, he tore it open, and took a deep inhale. It was amazing. It had been so long since he’d had a real home-cooked meal. Dipping the roll into the juice of the stew, he took a bite, and moaned. The spices, the flavors, everything hit the spot. One bite wasn’t enough, and before he knew it, he’d finished it.

  Anna took his bowl, and served him up a second dish.

  After that he sat back, and rubbed his stomach. “Delicious.”

  “Thank you. It’s my mom’s recipe.”

  He saw the love in her eyes. “You really do love your mom, don’t you?”

  “She means the world to me.” The smile left her lips, and she sighed.

  “Sometimes life can be so cruel.” He took her hand and tried to offer her comfort but knew deep down that there was nothing he could do. They sat in silence for a moment, but it was comfortable. “I should shower,” he said.

  “Okay. I will do these dishes.”

  Landon didn’t linger and made his way up to his room. “Get your shit together, man.” He knew there was a chance that she could leave and demand a divorce. Running fingers through his hair, he removed his smelly, sweat covered clothes and climbed into the cold shower. He kept the water running cold, hoping his cock would go down. The length stayed stiff, the tip leaking pre-cum.

  Wrapping his fingers around the length, he began to work his hand from the base up to the tip, then down again. He released a moan as he thought about Anna, getting her naked, spread out for him. He’d want to tie her to his bed so that she couldn’t move and he could explore every single inch of her.

  Her heavy tits red from his lips.

  Her pussy completely slick and ready to take his cock

  He’d take his time, licking her pussy. He wondered if she’d taste as sweet as she looked.

  Landon thought about her kneeling above his face, her pussy right over his mouth, begging to be licked and sucked. Did she shave? Wax? Have a covering of trimmed hair?

  He moved his hand up and down his length, going faster as the temptation in his fantasies became too intense to bear. Never had he been so attracted to a woman, and not this fast either.

  Just the thought of her moans as he drove his cock deep inside her cunt was enough to bring him to his knees.

  He placed a hand on the wall, trying to keep himself upright as he worked his dick.

  “Oh fuck, Anna, I want your pussy. I want to fuck and take you so fucking hard, and drive you wild on my dick. I want to feel you come, and to hear you beg for me.” There were so many hot, dirty things that he wanted to do to her.

  “I’m so sorry,” Anna said, cutting into his fantasies.

  Releasing his cock, he pulled open the shower door, and saw his wife in the doorway, watching him.

  7

  Anna was frozen in place, staring at Landon, the image of what she’d just seen engrained in her brain. She was wet, aroused beyond belief. After he’d gotten up to take a shower she’d cleaned up. But he’d been up there so long that she ventured upstairs.

  And then as soon as she reached the top landing she heard his moans, heard his muffled voice. She’d even heard him saying her name over the rush of the shower. The way he’d moaned her name, it had made her feel hot all over. She’d wanted to know what had made him sa
y her name in such a way.

  Before she could stop herself she was moving toward the bathroom, pushing the door slightly open, and staring through the crack. She’d had her hand braced on the doorframe, her nails digging into the wood. Even now her face felt hot, was probably red.

  He’d been jerking off to the thought of her.

  “I-I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to invade your privacy.” The words were spoken low, and she wondered if he actually heard her. The shower curtain was pushed all the way open, and he stood there naked, his erection still semi-hard. She found herself staring at the thick, long length. Her face felt even hotter, her pussy even wetter. When she looked up she noticed that Landon was staring at her chest. She glanced down and saw her nipples protruding through the thin cotton material. She reached out and pulled the shirt away from her chest.

  Neither one of them said anything else, but they still continued to stand there staring at each other. The air was thick and hot, and it had nothing to do with the fact he’d just taken a shower. Although she could see the moisture filling the bathroom, beads of perspiration covered her skin from how much she wanted him right now.

  “You didn’t invade my privacy, Anna.” His voice was low, deep. It was husky, like tangible fingers running over her flesh, causing goosebumps to pop out along her arms. Still he stood there naked, as if he didn’t care that she saw every hard ridge of him, every masculine part of his body. She realized, as she glanced down at his erection, that he was getting harder.

  Her mouth was so dry, and she brought her tongue out and licked her lips.

  He stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel, drying himself off. Her throat was parched, tight. Her tongue felt thick, and she knew she should turn away, giving him some space. But Anna found herself rooted to the spot.

  But if he wanted me to leave, surely he would tell me?

  She shifted on her feet, her pussy so wet her panties were soaked. She knew she was breathing hard, could feel her chest rising and falling almost violently. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, his erection pushing at the material, making an evident outline of the massive member.

  Before she knew what was happening he was standing right in front of her. He smelled good, this woodsy, citrusy scent that invaded her senses and had her even more aroused. He stared right into her eyes and lifted his hand, pushing a strand of her hair away from her face, tucking it behind her ear.

  Could he hear how fast and hard her heart was beating? To her felt like it would burst right through her chest.

  They were breathing the same air, and the chemistry between them was off the charts. The air seemed to become thicker, strangling her. Anna found herself lifting her hand and placing it over his, which was now cupping her cheek. Her mouth parted on its own, her pulse beating rapidly beneath her ear.

  Kiss me.

  And as if he read her mind, Landon did just that.

  His mouth was firm, warm. And when he stroked the seam of her lips with his tongue she opened and moaned. He slipped inside her mouth, stroked the interior, having her feel like she was on a ledge about to fall over. She’d never been this aroused before, never even imagined she could feel this way.

  The way he kissed was sensual, erotic. It was like he was making love to her mouth, fucking it the way she wanted him to do between her thighs. He started walking her backward, shifting them so she was now pressed against a wall, her hands flat on the smooth wood. He started thrusting his erection against her belly, making her all but beg him to be with her.

  And then she did just that.

  “Landon, I need you,” she whispered. He pulled back and looked into her eyes.

  “Are you sure?”

  She licked her lips again and nodded. “I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.”

  Before she knew what was happening, he had her in his bedroom, the door shut behind them, his groans filling her head. He had her naked in a matter of seconds, all but tearing the material from her as if it were thin tissue. Then he took a step back and stared at her.

  Anna wasn’t the thin, svelte type of woman. She had curves, had been called thick, even fat when she was in high school. But when Landon gripped his cock and started stroking himself as he looked at every inch of her, Anna felt … beautiful.

  “Touch your breasts for me, tweak the nipples.”

  She reached up and did just that, her breasts sensitive, feeling warm from the blood rushing below the surface.

  She’d had sex only once before in her life, a drunken night in high school. Anna had only done it because the guy had told her how much he liked her, how much he wanted her. He’d been the first boy to say anything like that to her. She’d felt wanted, beautiful, and because of that she’d given him her virginity. And then the next day he’d ignored her, acted like what they did never happened. She’d been used, but she should have been smarter, too.

  She wished she hadn’t, but maybe it was better this way, easier. Landon was a big man all around, and there would be pain, stretching. And as much as that made her nervous, she anticipated it. This was what she wanted more than anything, to be with the man she was falling for. To be with her husband.

  8

  Landon hadn’t thought for a second that Anna would come to his bathroom or that she’d witness him touching his cock. She was just so damn tempting and then, with her blush, along with the way she looked at him as if she wanted to fuck him so bad, it was all too hard to ignore.

  She was temptation personified, and he’d held himself back for way too long—but he wasn’t going to do that now. There was a need in her eyes that called to him, and he wanted it, so badly.

  Seeing her spread out on his bed, naked, ready for him, it was like she’d stepped right out of his fantasies. Kneeling on the mattress, he ran a hand down her thighs, going toward her pussy. She looked so stunning.

  “Did you like seeing me touch my dick?” he asked, even though he knew the answer already.

  “Yes.”

  Touching her pussy, he slipped his fingers between her slit, stroking over her clit. She was so wet. Sliding a finger deep inside her, he felt how tight she was as her inner muscles gripped his fingers. The scent of her sex was already heady in the air, and he couldn’t wait to have a taste.

  Pulling his fingers from her pussy, he licked his digits and moaned. She was perfection.

  Unable to resist anymore, he curled his finger around her hips, lifted her up, and placed his mouth on her. He laved at her clit, sucking the swollen bud into his mouth. She tasted like a ripe peach, so damn sweet.

  She moaned and the sounds echoed around the room, making his cock harder.

  “You ever had a man’s mouth on your pussy?” he asked.

  “No. Never. It feels so good. Please don’t stop.”

  “I’ll never stop. You taste so good. I can’t believe no one has tasted this pussy.”

  “I’ve … not really done a lot.”

  Landon stared at her, waiting. “Tell me.”

  “I only did it one time and it wasn’t really that memorable, and I can’t believe I’m talking about this.”

  “Back seat of a truck?”

  “Yes.”

  “Prom night?”

  “Pretty much.”

  She was practically a virgin. No doubt it was some two-bit teenager getting his rocks off and not even caring about her pleasure. Well, he wasn’t some horny fucking teenager, even though less than an hour ago he’d felt like it. This was his woman. His wife. She was in his bed, and he was going to make sure she didn’t leave this room unsatisfied.

  Anna was a beautiful woman. Her body was made to be fucked and he couldn’t for the life of him think of any reason why a man wouldn’t want to be with her every single second of every single day. Since she’d gotten to his home, all he’d wanted to do all day was fuck her.

  His work kept him focused. Being close to her, smelling her scent in the house, and sharing his home, each was a pleasure, a type of foreplay, and now,
having her wet pussy right in front of his mouth … it was too good to deny himself.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said. He’d noticed that she wasn’t used to compliments and as his wife, it was going to be something he would be sure to do. To show her every single day that this meant more to him than some stupid contract.

  From the moment he’d seen her picture, he’d known that he’d struck gold. There was something about her that called to him. She made him want to protect her, to love her, to take care of her every single need and desire.

  Sliding his tongue between her slit, he licked at her clit, going back and forth before gliding down to enter her pretty cunt. She cried out as he thrust inside her, only to pull back and suck on her nub. When he used his teeth, creating that sharp bite of pain, he soothed it with a kiss before licking her.

  Lowering her down to the bed, he grabbed a pillow, putting it under her bottom so her hips were lifted up more. Using his fingers, he fucked them inside her pussy, feeling her clench around them. Taking her clit into his mouth, he sucked at her.

  She thrashed on the bed, crying out his name. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her hands clenching the sheets as she shook, thrusting her pussy onto his mouth.

  His fingers now covered with her cream, he drew them back, stroking over her anus, teasing that puckered hole. She tensed up, and he continued to heighten her arousal by stroking her clit.

  “It feels so good,” she said.

  “I want to feel you come screaming my name, baby.” He pressed against her anus. Her tight muscles kept him out. Sucking her clit back into his mouth, he pressed a finger to her ass, and this time she let him in, pushing past those muscles.

  “Oh God,” she moaned. “I’ve never had anyone touch me back there.”

  One day he’d fuck her ass, but not tonight. He just wanted to drive her crazy with pleasure and to have every single sense on high alert.