Page 8 of Seven of Hearts

I squeezed my eyes shut and fisted the sheets as he methodically tested and teased me. He pressed the heel of his palm to my clit, forcing me to ride his hand. I gasped, but it quickly melted into a whimper, then a plea.

“Make that sound for me again,” he growled. “That was the prettiest fucking sound I’ve ever heard.”

“Make me.”

In the blink of an eye, Logan grabbed the back of my thighs and threw them over his shoulders. He held my ass, suspended over the sheets, and offered one long lick up my slit.

I cried out as he teased my clit with the flat of his tongue. The soft grunts and growls that slipped out of his mouth were the most erotic sounds I’d ever heard.

“Atta girl,” he muttered as he skimmed his teeth across my clit and slid his fingers inside. “Pretty sounds. Pretty pussy. Pretty tits. You’re a fucking dream, Leah.”

“Logan—”

He bit down on my clit, making me scream. I could feel the throbbing nerves ricocheting through my body like a gong.

“Scream my name,” he muttered against my sex. “Let me hear it.”

I couldn’t get it out. Not with the lightning dancing across my skin. I could barely breathe. I was panting, writhing, and begging in incoherent sentences for him to make me come.

“Jesus,” he hissed against my pussy. “Hearing you breathe makes me hard as a fucking rock.”

“Logan,” I begged. “Please let me come.”

I caught his devilish smirk as he sucked on my clit. “Who am I to deny a decade-old fantasy? Besides, you asked so nicely.”

I didn’t even have time to think of a retort. His fingers inside my pussy detonated my orgasm.

Before I had even crashed from the high, he was rolling on the condom from his wallet, flipping me onto my hands and knees, and yanking my hips up.

“Hold on to the fucking headboard.”

I barely had time to get a grip before he was pushing inside me. Air leached from my lungs as he stretched and filled me. Admittedly, it had been a while.

“Relax for me, Leah,” he murmured against my shoulder blade. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m relaxed,” I lied.

He caught the bullshit immediately. “No, you’re not. Breathe for me. I’m not gonna hurt you.”

I sucked in a deep breath and let it out in a slow exhale.

“There you go,” he soothed.

“Sorry,” I said in a choked breath. “It’s been a while for me...”

“For me too,” he admitted as he gently smoothed his hand up and down my back. “We can take our time or stop it altogether."

I shook my head and began to relax.

“There you go,” he soothed. “That’s my girl. I feel you letting me in.” Slowly, he began to move, teasing me with short pulls and thrusts. “You feel so fucking good.” An animalistic grunt rolled from his chest. “Goddamn, Leah...”

The way he prayed my name made me want to please him. I arched my back, pushing my ass up against him. Logan swore and dug his hands into my hips, picking up his pace.

My fingers slipped from the headboard. I tipped forward and grabbed a pillow, hugging it as he fucked me faster and faster. The soft cotton muffled my cries of bliss.

Logan paused, holding deep inside me, as he reached between my legs and played with my clit. “You’re a fucking dream. You know that? Every little thing about you.”

I rested my cheek on the pillow. “I could say the same about you.”

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