^ More pictures of Ryland because he's literal PERFECTION
"I'm going home, back to the place where I belong, and where your love has always been enough for me."
~Daughtry, 'Home'
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*Landon's POV*
"Ngh, fuck!" Ryland cries out as he bounces in my lap.
I tightly fist my hair, obeying Ryland's rule that I'm not allowed to touch him until he says so. This is the first time we've been able to be alone since coming home from our trip, and it didn't take long before our clothes were ripped to shreds on my bedroom floor.
My beautiful mate is pure art; a masterpiece sculpted by our goddess. Ryland's dark hair is stuck to his forehead with sweat as he throws his head backwards whenever the pleasure becomes too much. He bites down on his plump bottom lip, making me groan with the need to kiss him until he drops.
The silky depths of his channel suck my cock in, and it takes every bit of self-restraint to not cum right away. Ryland grips the headboard for support, further denying me any contact while he refuses to hold onto me. He's testing me, seeing how far he can push me before I lose my mind.
"Honeybee, please," I plead in desperation. "Let me touch you."
"N-Not yet," Ryland stammers. My eyes catch a bead of sweat dripping from his neck and catching on his nipple, making me groan loudly. I want to hold him so badly that it hurts.
Growling, I dig my heels into the mattress and thrust upwards. Ryland gasps, faltering with his grip and pressing his hands against my chest.
"Landon!" He cries loudly, and I keep thrusting harshly into him. "Oh godd— yes!"
Swiveling my hips, I slam directly into his prostate. Ryland screams as his nails dig into my skin. I hiss and thrust again, only this time narrowly grazing his bundle of nerves.
"Do that again," Ryland begs as I continue to tease him by purposefully missing his sweet spot.
"Let me touch you," I growl. Ryland shakes his head, squeezing his eyes shut.
"Y-You were in control the last two rounds, it's my turn," he whines, but I can tell his resolve is weakening. I slam into his prostate once to remind him of the pleasure, only to purposefully avoid it on the next thrust. Tears of frustration build up in his eyes as he's denied the release he's chasing.
"Baby, fuck, let me touch you," I repeat, growing more desperate. He looks so beautiful on top of me; sweat glistening on his skin and tears shining in his eyes.
"Not until you cum," Ryland decides, clenching his walls around me. "Cum, and I'll let you touch me."
Ryland sucks his fingers into his mouth before bringing the wet digits down to my chest. He pinches my nipples, causing my toes to curl as sparks shoot through me.
"You look good like this," Ryland remarks breathlessly with a smirk. "Laying beneath me, taking orders. So fucking sexy."
The lewdness of his words makes my cock leak inside of him. Goddess, where the hell did he learn to talk like that?
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Second Chance Mates
Werewolf[Book 1] Two wolves, traumatized by their heartbreaking pasts, must learn to rely on each other for healing and love. 🌹 Landon Grey had everything he could ever want. A respected place in the pac...
