Page 63 of Warlander Grizzly

“Mmmm, if you want me buried deep inside you, you’ll listen. You’ll mind. Ready?”

“Tell me your rules, and I’ll decide if I want to follow them or not.”

He gave a wicked chuckle and shook his head, his eyes sparking. “You will not destroy me after. You will not freak out. You will let me take care of your body, and then you will be nice. Do you understand?”

“I don’t know how to be nice,” she teased.

Landon rolled his hips, pressing his long, thick shaft just perfectly against her wet folds. “Say ‘yes sir.’”

“Mmmm,” she moaned, arching her back.

“I didn’t hear you. If you want it, say yes sir.”

A slow smile took her lips as she leaned up and whispered against his ear. “Yes. Sir.”

His slide-in was smooth and hard. There was no easing in or preparing her for his girth. He pushed into her, and the shock of it had her gripping her nails against his back.

“Good girl,” he murmured. “You’re taking it so well.” He eased out and drove back in hard.

Lucia spread her knees wider and threw her head back with his name whispered on her lips.

Landon slid his arm around her lower back and held her close as he drove into her again. Again. Again.

“I’m already there,” she panted out.

“Oh, I know. I know what you like. I’ve got you.”

His confidence was so sexy and made her rev up even faster. I’ve got you. God, she loved that.

“What do you like?” she whispered.

“This. Tight. Wet. Made for me.”

He thrust smoothly into her again, deeper. Faster. Harder. Deeper.

She cried out and clutched onto him. “Landon!”

“Oh fuck, Luc, yes. Say that again.”

And she did. She yelled his name as he pushed her over the edge. Last night was nothing compared to this. She was completely consumed by her pulsing pleasure, and he knew exactly the pace to push into her to drag out every intense pulse.

“Fuck. Me,” she whispered, looking him in the eyes.

With a snarl, he yanked her off the bed and settled her onto her feet, legs splayed, arms locked against her low dresser. She was shocked at her reflection in the mirror as Landon settled behind her.

“Wider,” he demanded. She spread her feet wider and opened herself up for him to take her from behind.

He slid back into her deep and reached around, gripped her throat and lifted so that her chin was higher. “Watch yourself as I take you,” he demanded.

“Yes sir,” she whispered, more turned on than she ever had been in her life.

He slid that hand to hers, splayed on the dresser surface. He intertwined his fingers with hers, and with his other gripped her hair and rammed into her. Over and over, he bucked into her until the dresser was banging against the wall in rhythm with their fucking.

Oh gah, this was everything.

Her mind was completely quiet as she watched that enormous, powerful, muscular man ram into her, his eyes hungry on her body. Her tits bounced in her bikini top, and he yanked the tie in the back, released that part, then untied the one around the back of her neck. It fell to the dresser between her hands, and now she was bare and vulnerable for both of them to see.

She’d never felt prettier.

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