Her smile ghosts against my skin. “Bossy.”
“Yeah.” My hand slides up her thigh, under the shirt. “Not letting you leave this bed until you need to.”
She hums, a soft little sound that drives me insane. Her skin is warm and silken, and I’m done pretending I’m not already hard.
Her eyes blink open, blue, and still hazy with sleep. “What if Iwantto run?”
“No fucking way.” My mouth brushes her temple, then trails lower, catching the edge of her jaw. “Right now, I want you.”
She tilts her head back, granting me more, and that’s all the permission I need. I ease her onto her back, the sheets twisting around us, and brace myself over her.
Morning light spills across her flushed face, hair a mess, lips parted. She looks disheveled already, just from waking up in my bed.
Her fingertips slide around the back of my neck, pulling me down. “Then take me.”
I tug the hem of her T-shirt higher, baring her completely, and bend to take her breast into my mouth. Her moan shatters the quiet, back arching as I flit my tongue over her nipple before sucking deep and slow.
“Logan—” Her back arches, hands tangling in my hair, holding me to her.
My kisses trail lower, across her ribs, then back up to catch her mouth in mine. I brace my hands on either side of her head, watching every twitch of her mouth, every shiver when I press my hard cock against her. “New lesson today, Lu.”
Her nails scrape my back. “Lesson?”
“Yeah.” My voice roughens as I slide my boxers down. “You’re gonna tell me all the ways you want it. Every time I sink into you, I want a fantasy. One after the other. Don’t hold back, okay?”
Her eyes flare, wide and bright, and she nods. “Yes.”
“Good girl.”
She laughs, soft and sleepy, but it turns into a gasp when I slowly push inside. The way she clutches me, the way morning light glows across her skin, I could drown here.
“Start talking. Number one.”
“Hard.” She pants, gripping me tighter. “Pin me down and pound me. I wanna feel ruined when you’re done.”
My cock jerks, and I have to grit my teeth. “Done. Next.”
“Slow.” She gasps, legs trembling as she spreads her knees wider. “So slow it feels like torture, like I need to beg you to give me more.”
“Fuck.” I rock into her, torturously slow, swallowing her whimper with my mouth. “That’s two. Keep going.”
Her voice shakes, but the words are sharp. “In a dressing room. Up against the mirror while people walk past outside.”
My hips snap harder. “Shit, Lu. You’re gonna finish me.”
She’s breathless but relentless, nails dragging down my spine. “Over your kitchen counter. You bending me forward, me begging for more.”
“Four,” I groan, already losing rhythm. “One more, baby. Gimme one more”
Her eyes lock with mine, wild and beautiful beneath me. “On your knees. Your mouth on me until I can’t breathe.”
I nearly collapse, pounding harder now, control gone. “Five. You’re killin’ me, Parnell.”
My restraint snaps. The rhythm burns to nothing, and I drive into her hard and fast, her moans puncturing the air with every slap of our hips. She clutches me, chanting my name, and I can’t stop the praise spilling hot against her mouth.
“Atta girl. Look at you. Gonna come on my cock every damn day.”
She shatters, body clenching tight, scream muffled by my shoulder. I follow her under, groaning against her throat, half-crazed and completely hers.
