I imagine it’s his cock and my eyes flutter closed.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “You’re so wet, doll.”
Doll.
Angel.
Sugar.
Princess.
Good girl.
I can’t keep up.
“That’s because I need your dick. Give it to me,” I whine.
He tuts again. “Such a greedy little brat. You’re headin’ for that spankin’ if you keep this up.”
My insides warm to unbearable new heights. This man is a god. No, he’s so much more than that.
And when he strokes against my g-spot, I know I made the right decision in accosting him.
He’s a tease though, sliding a second finger inside as he begins to fuck me with them.
“Scream louder this time. I don’t have neighbors.”
He didn’t.
He did not just say that. Oh, but he did, and like all good lawyers, I deliver the goods hard and fast.
My name is on his lips as he sucks my clit into his mouth, his fingers deep inside as he strokes me, and suddenly it feels as if this orgasm is similar to an out-of-body experience, because that’s what it feels like I’m having. I’ve never felt pleasure like this before. Older guys really know what they’re doing down there.
I yell his name as he yanks my bra down and moves his mouth to my breast, his fingers still buried deep inside me as he mutters something that sounds like ‘utter perfection,’ under his breath.
“Dick,” I pant. “I need your dick.”
He continues to suck my nipple as he removes his fingers, and then his eyes lift to mine. “Suck.”
My eyes must widen in panic because he chuckles. “Don’t you wanna know how sweet you taste?”
I’ve never, uh, done anything that crude before, and here I was thinking I was all kinds of adventurous. But I realize I’ve been nothing of the sort as I take Logan’s fingers and fold my mouth around the tips, sucking on them.
He watches me with hooded eyes, and I love that I turn him on like this.
“These tits?” he says, watching me as he gropes my breast with his free hand. “I’m gonna fuck this pretty little cunt and then come all over them. Then I’m gonna flip you over and do it all again from behind while you take my cock like a good girl.”
Oh, my fucking Hail Marys all at once.
I can’t with this man.
“Oh,” I garble, surprised that he seems to like what he sees. As I say, I’m not self-conscious about my body, but I wish I had bigger boobs. It’s ridiculous that I need a man’s permission to feel good about myself, but I understand one thing right here, right now; it’s not that at all. It’s because Logan thinks so. Not just any man. Logan muttered that my breasts were utter perfection, and right now? Right now I’m ready for this man to throw me down and fuck the hell outta this mattress because I’m not going anywhere until I get my fill of him. And get my fill of him I will.
CHAPTER
THREE
Logan
