Page 61 of Seven of Hearts

“That’s how many times I’ve listened to you make that fucking sound. All I’ve wanted is to hear you make it again.” I thumbed her clit. “Last time I fulfilled your fantasy. Now it’s time for you to fulfill mine. Be a good girl and make that sound again for me, Leah.”

I set the phone on the pillow beside her head and pressed play. I wanted to torture her with the fantasy of us. Of how good we had been together. How good we had felt together.

The sound of the two of us panting filled the room as the recording played. I grabbed Leah’s thighs and pushed them apart before teasing her with one long, slow lick up her slit.

Her moan melded with the one I had listened to over and over again as she melted into the bed.

“That’s my girl.”

I teased her clit with the flat of my tongue. Leah fisted the sheets, letting out a sharp gasp when I crooked my fingers inside of her. Her legs tightened around my shoulders, trying to squeeze shut. I sucked on her clit as I grabbed her thighs and pushed them apart.

“Nice and wide for me, gorgeous. Give me room to please you,” I murmured as I lapped at her center and scissored my fingers inside of her pussy, stretching and teasing her with each pass.

“Oh my god,” she whispered in a panic. “Slow down or I’m gonna?—”

She didn’t get the words out. Leah arched her back and clapped her hands over her mouth as she came.

The fabric of her dress pooled around her hips, and I wanted it fuckinggone.

“Lift your hips for me,” I said as I eased up onto my knees. “I want this dress off so I can see you.”

Leah reached out and squeezed the bulge in my pants as she caught her breath. “You can fuck me just like this.”

I captured her wrists in my hand and pinned them above her head as I straddled her hips. “You’re carrying my child, sweetheart. Take your dress off so that I can worship your body properly.”

18

LOGAN

Istripped down while Leah lifted her hips and slid the dress up and over her head. Her breasts spilled out of a soft cotton bra.

I stalled with my undershirt looped around my shoulder. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. “Goddamn. You look like a fucking angel.”

Leah crooked her finger at me. “Bring me that dirty mouth.”

I chuckled and shucked off my slacks. “Yes, ma’am.”

She laughed. “Always so polite, even when you’re making me be naughty.”

“Who said anything about naughty?” I crawled up the bed and straddled her hips. I couldn’t help myself. I circled her belly before moving up to graze her breasts. “I don’t know about you, but I think this is the furthest thing from naughty.”

Leah clapped her hands over her mouth and screwed her eyes shut as I massaged her heavy breasts. They had grown and changed in such a short time. They were fuller now, hanging in beautiful teardrops.

“Does that feel good?”

She nodded. “They’re so sensitive now.”

“Good sensitive or bad sensitive?”

“Good,” she whispered.

I took a chance and rolled my thumbs over her nipples. Her cry of ecstasy was sharp and immediate.

“That makes me want to come again,” she gasped.

“Condom or no condom,” I asked. “It’s up to you. I haven’t been with anyone since you. I have one in my wallet.”

Leah peeled an eye open. “Do you always keep your condoms in your wallet?”

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