Page 5 of Crime Lord's Paradise

He draped her leg over one shoulder for better access. She tipped her head back and clenched her teeth as he teased her. When it was too much for her, she jerked away and clamped her quaking thighs together. He wiped his face as got to his feet, clutching his cock.

“Your choice,” he rumbled.

She glanced around and pointed at the adjustable bench seat, which had the back up. When he sat, she straddled him. He immediately pressed his cock to her opening and penetrated. He buried his face against her breasts and let out a jagged breath as she settled on his lap.

She looped her arms around his neck. “You feel good.”

His hands flexed on her. “You talk like that; this slow shit ends.”

“We wouldn’t want that. We just started.”

She rolled her hips. He was letting her set the pace, which was a rare occurrence. He was giving her back a measure of control when she needed it. Her hands glided over his muscles, which shifted beneath her palms. His low growl of encouragement made her smile. She nuzzled him as she rolled her hips. His lips sampled her shoulder, the curve of her breast, and the line of her throat. He was loving her out of her melancholy, something he had been doing often in the past few weeks.

“I like being on top.” Her feet were touching the ground, which allowed her to control her rise and fall. “You like this, baby?”

The cords in his neck bulged as he held himself in check. When she rose, he bucked as he tried to keep himself inside her. His hands went to her hips to keep her in place.

She raised a brow. “Not fast enough?”

He flexed his hands before he loosened his hold. Starving eyes laced with lust made her body tingle.

“Do what you want before I take over,” he said in a guttural tone.

She leaned back, braced her hands on his thick thighs, and bucked her hips up to take him. Her stomach muscles burned as she rocked. Gavin gripped her waist, gaze fixated on his dick sinking into her body. She let her head fall back, closed her eyes, and took what she wanted. Gavin applied pressure to her clit, which helpedloads. Tension built and was amplified by his mouth sampling her skin. She couldn’t hear her fractured breathing over the sound of her heart pounding in her ears. She quickened her pace and went rigid when her climax hit. She lurched forward and rode him hard, sinking her teeth into his shoulder as pleasure took over.

Her orgasm was still going when tipped her back on the bench. He braced her legs against his chest and fucked her hard. She clawed at him as her orgasm continued. When her vision cleared, she found him watching her, lion eyes eager and hungry.

“My turn.”

He pulled out and flipped her so her legs straddled the bench and her hands splayed on the cushioned surface. He positioned her the way he wanted before he impaled her with a thrust that made her scream. He took her hard. She grit her teeth and forced her trembling legs to hold her while Gavin let his beast loose.

He jerked her head back so she looked at him in the mirror while her hands stayed on the bench. The sight of the muscled, dark beast dominating her small, pale form made her mouth water. Her ass was up in the air, head tipped back by the grip in her blond hair. Her body shuddered from the force of his thrusts. He was going so deep, she knew she’d be feeling him tomorrow. Their eyes met in the mirror. The possessive rage carving his face into formidable lines made her even wetter.

“Who owns you?” he asked harshly.

“You.”

“My name!”

“Gavin Pyre.”

“And who do I belong to?”

She smiled through the pain. “Me.”

His hand gripped her breast. “Who’s your baby daddy?”

She rocked back against him. “You.”

“That’s right. Only me.” He bent over her and buried himself deep enough to make her eyes roll. “You ready to breed, baby?”

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He releasedhis grip on her hair. She dropped her head forward and gripped the bench in preparation for what was to come. When he ground himself against her, her toes curled.

“You ready?” he murmured.

The force of his thrust sent her face first into the bench. When her legs collapsed beneath the onslaught, his iron grip held her up. She lay pliant before him, giving him what he needed. Nothing else existed in her world except him. He roared when he came. The force of his brutal thrust flattened her. He dragged her limp form against him and planted himself deep, groaning in her ear as she splayed on the bench. Tears leaked out of her eyes because it was so good. He shuddered and held her as close as possible as he gave all of himself to her.

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