Chapter 23
Logan
Once we’re through the front door, I carry her up to my bedroom, dropping her onto the edge where I kneel in front of her between her spread legs. She peers down at me with love and lust in her eyes and the way she’s looking at me, has me feeling like a fucking King, and tonight, I intend to serve my Queen.
I take my time stripping each layer of clothing from her body, making sure to kiss every inch of exposed skin as I go. When I finally have her naked, laid out on my bed with her legs spread open, I rise to my feet and stare down at her. Her eyes bore into mine, waiting for me to make my next move.
“Touch yourself,” I say, and I hear her breath catch in her throat. “I want to watch you. Show me what you do when you’re alone.” My voice comes out low and thick with lust, as I wait for her to follow my command.
She hesitates for a moment like she’s nervous, before dusting her fingers down the column of her neck and across her chest where she lets her fingers play with her dusky pink nipples that are hardening by the second.
My cock twitches when the first moan of pleasure slips past her lips, as she drags a hand down her stomach where it comes to rest between her legs, her other hand still rubbing and plucking at her tits. My eyes find her hand that lays between her legs, as her finger slowly begins to draw circles over her clit.
“Open your legs more for me, babygirl. Let me see how wet you are.” She does as she’s told, widening her feet, exposing her slick pussy that glistens with her arousal, and a growl rumbles from deep within my chest. I watch as her finger drifts lower, pushing ever so slightly inside her. Her breathing comes harder now as her finger begins to pump faster inside her, the crude wet sounds of her pussy mixing with her moans has blood rushing to my dick. She adds another finger and another, and the last shred of restraint snaps within me as I pounce on her.
I tear her hand away from her pussy as I replace it with my mouth, my tongue, and my teeth, as I eat her pussy like I’m a man on death row, indulging on my last meal.
“God, Logan!” she cries, and I lick her harder.
Fuck, she tastes so good.
I hold her thighs wide open as I lick through her wet folds from her slit, all the way up to that little swollen bundle of nerves that makes her squirm and quiver beneath me. The sounds she’s making has my dick hard as a fucking rock, and I squeeze the bulge in my jeans hoping to ease some of the ache, but it’s no use.
Her hands find my hair, tugging me further into her pussy as I flick my tongue over her, finding that one spot that has her screaming for me. Her hips buck from the bed beneath me, grinding herself against my face, showing me exactly how she wants me.
Her thighs clench around my head as she nears her climax, and while I focus my tongue on her clit, licking and sucking, I bring my hand around and plunge two fingers inside her tight pussy. She cries out, her walls squeezing my fingers as I pump them in and out.
After a few more licks, she comes on my tongue, her legs shaking as a scream tears through her, her juices coating both my hand and my face. I lick her though her orgasm and a series of aftershocks that wrack through her body, and when she finally comes down from her high, I crawl up her body, kneeling above her and capturing her lips.
It’s such a fucking turn on that she doesn’t care about tasting herself on my lips.
“Logan, fuck me,” she pants.
“All in good time, babygirl,” I say before diving back in for another kiss. She grips the back of my neck, holding me to her, but I clasp her by the wrists and pin them to the mattress above her head. I lower my head, so that my lips are level with her ear and I lower my voice as I speak. “When I went up to use the bathroom at your house the other day, I went into your room. Forgive me for snooping but I couldn’t help myself. I found your little notebook, and one entry in particular caught my attention.”
Her breath hitches, and I pull back to look at her. She looks both nervous and excited as she peers up at me, that familiar pink blush that drives me wild staining her cheeks.
“I wonder if you can guess which one it was.” I smirk. “Don’t move.”
I climb off the bed and turn to the dresser where I retrieve two neck ties, the only two neckties I own actually, and return to the bed.
“Do you trust me?” I ask and she nods. I climb over her body, my knees either side of her hips as I cover her eyes with one tie, tying a knot at the back of her head, and turning my attention to her wrists, which I secure to the headboard of my bed with the other.
“You want this?” I rasp in her ear.
“Mm-hm,” she whimpers.
“I’m gonna drive you wild, babygirl. I’m gonna give you a taste of whatyoudo to me. You’re gonna be begging for me.”
“Logan... Please.”
“Patience, baby. I haven’t even started yet.”
I lean back on my heels and stare down at her. Fuck, she looks so good like this, spread out naked on my bed and tied up just for me.
I’ve made it my mission to bring everyone of Amy’s fantasies to life. I’ve secretly read through Amy’s stories more times than I care to admit, thinking of all the ways I could make them happen for real. And I'm going to enjoy every single second.
I strip off my shirt and toss it to the floor along with her discarded clothes, my eyes never straying from Amy. Her chest is heaving, her breaths coming fast and shallow, her body shaking with anticipation. From where she has her knees drawn up, I can see the moisture seeping from her and my cock strains painfully in my pants.
