“More,” she moaned.
“Fuck me, Sam,” he demanded, his control slipping. “Make me come the way Elijah did with his hands.”
That was the more she needed. Sam cried out as those tingles ignited into a firestorm that ripped through her body. Her back arched as she came, her hands gripping Logan’s shoulders as he drove up into her, taking control, bringing her right back to the brink before the first orgasm faded.
“We were waiting for you,” he grunted as he fucked her, his hips bucking upward, driving his cock deep. “Waiting so you could watch us, so we can bring you pleasure while we explore.”
Another orgasm lit her up from the inside out, and she slammed down on him. Logan erupted inside her, his growl muffled when he pressed his face to her chest.
“Jesus, Sam,” he said, panting. “You’re gonna be the death of me.”
She smiled just like she did every time he said that.
