“Please, Sir, I need this,” Harper said.
And in her eyes, he saw her naked fear and it clutched his heart. “I got you, Kitten.” Logan brought her legs apart, guiding her knees so they were bent, so she was opened. He parted her labia. “You won’t come until I tell you to.”
“Yes Sir.” Harper’s breathy tone was like an electric current.
Ah, the tangy scent of her dispatched all the remaining blood to his cock and as he sucked her salty cunt, Logan didn’t think this could be any better. Her legs closed around him, and he pushed them back, demanding she stay open. He swirled his tongue around her clit, his fingers in her pussy. Above him, Harper cried out. “Oh! I need…!”
“I’m going to give you what you need, Harper,” Logan said. He kissed her flat stomach, working his way up to those bountiful breasts, sucking them only for a moment before finding her soft lips.
“I’m going to take you so hard, to make you forget everything, except that I love you and I got you, Harper. I will do whatever it takes to protect you,” Logan said, then kissed her deeply. As her body opened to him, her murmur of pleasure raced through him.
God, how beautiful she looked, with her face flushed with rapture. Pride stirred in his chest that he made her feel that way.
He slid his hands to her waist and brought her onto him. “Ride me, Harper.”
A quick look of surprise crossed her face, and Logan grinned. “Show me how much you want that orgasm.”
Harper moved her hips and he thrust into her hot cunt, but only an inch.
Her eyes closed, and she bit her lower lip.
She was so damn sexy. Logan slid in and out, teasing her, revelling in her wetness on his cock as she writhed and ground against his hips.
He smiled, admiring her strength as he let his hands float up and over her breasts, playing with her nipple. “Give me more, Kitten.”
Her eyes flared open, and she circled her hips, moving in slowly and damn if he didn’t lose his control right there. He grabbed her hips, holding her down, and glided right to the hilt into her core. The heat of her pussy sizzled, and her walls clamped over him. He held that position for a moment. As she gyrated her hips, a fine sheen of sweat broke out, covering her body.
Damn, he almost didn’t want to make her wait. She tilted her hips; he held her in place. She tried to circle, and he clamped down.
“Please, Sir.”
There was nothing he wouldn’t give her.
“Hold on, my love.”
His hands moved to her back and as he seated himself deeper. He nibbled her ear and started to thrust. Her breathy little sounds urged him, urged him to drive out her worries.
“Logan, I can’t hold… please,” she said.
He bit down hard on her shoulder, heard her scream, and couldn’t wait anymore. He wanted her to shatter. Holding her hips, he hammered into her, letting his determination roar in full, primal force. Sweat formed along his spine and rolled off his back. His balls tightened, his orgasm threatening to tow him under, and he wanted her to follow.
“Now, Harper, come with me,” Logan said.
She screamed his name, but he didn’t stop his relentless pace, pumping in and out as if he could drive out every doubt to ever cross her mind, and as he felt the reverberations from her orgasm, he let go buried deep in her core.
They both panted, covered in sweat. Her mouth met his, and he devoured her, not wanting this to end.
“Come with me,” he said, disentangling them. The absence of her fire made him bite back a groan.
Taking her hand in his, he led her into the bathroom, turned on the water, making sure it wasn’t too hot, and held the shower door open for her then followed her in.
He helped steady her on the wet tiles.
“Can I wash you, Sir?” Harper said, picking up a sponge.
“Yes, you may Kitten,” he said.
God, the care she took, washing his chest, and his arms, made him want to hug her. Instead, he stood still, noticing the pleasure on her face as she sponged between his legs, and ran the sponge over his cock, washing away all traces of their sex.
