“I want to be deep inside you, Kitten,” Logan said, kissing her mouth, his hands roaming over her breasts.
She barely heard him, lost in the feel of the thuddy leather against her skin. It sent heat through her, low in her pelvic floor. He struck the thumper across her ass. Harper closed her eyes. For her, the only thing she heard was leather on her flesh. She felt like she was floating away beyond her usual crowded thoughts.
A hand on her back, urged her down and she grabbed the bedsheets, feeling the leather bench under her stomache. So delicious, the thumper hitting her was like the slightest little impact, it was almost gentle but the thud as it struck her skin sharp enough to have pain, just enough. Exactly what she was craving. She closed her eyes, lost in the sensations of leather, and his warm touch on her back. Lost in the thud, the warmth of the thumper against her skin, the coolness as it was taken away. All of her limbs started to feel heavy.
“Come back, Kitten,” Logan murmured in her ear. He stroked her hair, holding her for a moment. And she wanted to cry.
The tears were there and why did she have to cry every time she had a scene with this man? She turned her face in his wall of thick muscles and gulped in air.
“I got you.” She knew. She felt it deep in her bones, that this man would catch her.
He held her for a long moment, his hands brushing her arms.
“Thank you.”
“Whatever you need, Kitten. You good?”“Yeah.”
Spinning her around so she was in front of him, Harper melted into him. “Ready? Going to take these off,” Logan said.
She tensed but still was unprepared for the sharp bite as the blood rushed back to her nipples. In a flash, his mouth was on her, lapping the nipple as he flicked the other clamp off. Her hands threaded through his short silky hair, her head rolling back as his mouth eased the soreness of her tingling nipples.
Her hands reached out to his chest as her legs wobbled underneath her. Logan led her to the bed, settling her against the pillows.
He shucked his pants smoothly, then tossed them on an armchair in the corner. Reaching into a nightstand drawer, he pulled out a condom and then held it out to her.
“Put it on for me.” The heat in his eyes turned them darker and knowing she was the one to cause that to happen, made her pulse race.
Harper rolled forward on her knees. His cock was standing erect, big and beautiful, and ready. She couldn’t wait to have it deep inside her.
“I would love to,” Harper said, but before she ripped open the packet, she took his length in her hands, and brought it to her mouth, taking it as deep as she could.
It was so big, she couldn’t get it in all the way.
“You can take more,” Logan encouraged, grabbing her head. He controlled her, guiding her up and down his shaft.
This was more than she could have ever imagined, but his cock in her mouth was so good, and as he controlled her movements, so different from any other time she had given a man a blow job, she knew Logan wasn’t going to lose control here. No, with every tug of her hair, every flick of her nipples, every slow back-and-forth motion he made, it was plain he was still in control.
Harper breathed through her nose and swallowed around him.
“God, Kitten,” Logan said, pulling her head back so his cock slid out of her mouth. “Wrap me up before I lose it in you.”
Slowly, Harper ripped open the condom, running her fingertips up and down his cock, before putting the rim of the rubber over the tip of his shaft, cupping the hard muscles of his backside as she finished rolling it on she smiled as he let out a long hiss.
Then he was kissing her collarbone, kissing the tops of her breasts. His mouth made her skin so hot, that she didn’t know how she could move. But she did as he positioned her. He brought her hands over her head.
“Let me know if you’re uncomfortable with this,” he said.
In response, she arched her hips to him. “Please, Sir.”
“You make the sweetest little sounds,” Logan said, as he let go of his hands, trailed his fingers between her legs, and she spread them wide for her. “Now Kitten.”
As he pressed his thumb to her clit, the barrier to that pleasure that had been growing, coiled low in her belly blew apart and she shrieked, fisting the sheets in her hand.
“Open your eyes,” Logan said.
With an effort, because it was hard to wrench herself away from the cocoon of pleasure, Harper did, meeting his blazing green stare.
“Yes, Sir?”
