Page 112 of Seven of Hearts

“Filthy.” Those two syllables were a whispered prayer to the ceiling while he made galaxies burst in my vision.

Logan chuckled. “What was that?”

“You’re filthy,” I gasped as my toes curled in the mess of sheets.

He chuckled. “Baby, you have no idea. I’m trying to be gentle with you, but all I want to do is fuck you so hard that you give me all those pretty screams I’ve been dreaming about since the first night you and I fucked in this room.”

“Logan.” His name was somewhere between a whine and a moan. I couldn’t help how desperate I sounded. Pressure was building as he stroked my inner walls with his fingers. I keened at every latent lick and pull of his tongue. It was too much and not enough all at the same time.

My breasts ached for him. I hated this stupid bra and I wanted it gone. I wanted his hands on me. His mouth. His teeth. I wanted his nails scraping down my skin, marking me in slashes across my back and hips and thighs. I wanted his cock inside of me, so thick and hard that it might split me in two.

“That’s it,” he soothed as he massaged the rough patch of nerves inside of me. “You’re doing so well, pretty girl. Are you going to come for me when I tell you to?”

“Yes,” I whispered. “I—I’m close. I’m gonna?—”

“Good,” he said after one long lick of my clit. “You’re going to come while you ride my dick. I want your tits in my face and my name on your lips.”

“Logan!” I screeched when he pulled his fingers away. I had been so close. So,soclose!

He kicked his jeans and underwear off and, in a split second, was sitting upright on the bed and had me straddling his thighs. Logan reached around my body and unclasped my bra.

My breasts tumbled free, and I let out a sigh of relief.

Logan cupped them in his hands and let out a sharp exhale. “I remember seeing your tits for the first time in that bathroom, and I didn’t think any would ever compare to yours. But these...You’re a work of art.”

I arched my back as best as I could, pushing them toward him.

“That’s my good fucking girl,” he growled, fisting his cock. “Lift up for me. Are you still wet?”

I nodded.

“How wet?” he pressed, teasing my clit with the head of his dick.

“Please,” I whispered as my eyes lowered to half-mast. “Fuck me. I need to come.”

He smirked. “Since you asked so nicely.” I waited with bated breath as he shifted just a little lower to line up with my entrance. “Nice and slow, beautiful. I wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself on my cock.”

“You are so full of yourself,” I keened as I felt the stretch of his dick sliding inside of me.

Logan chuckled. “I got you pregnant on the first try, with a condom. I think that’s worth bragging about.”

“A faulty condom,” I corrected on a gasp as I settled flush against his hips.

Logan smoothed his hands around my belly. “I’m pretty proud of this. I thought you were beautiful then, but my god, you are the sexiest woman alive. Nothing and no one comes close to rivaling you.”

His hands closed around my breasts. Thanks to the hormones, my nipples were hypersensitive. I clapped my hands over my mouth, but it barely stifled my scream.

“Make that sound again,” he said as he pinched my nipple.

I bit my lip and shook my head.

“Leah...” His fingers closed on my other nipple.

My breath hitched, then he squeezed. I cried out, my body clenching, muscles seizing. Every part of me was desperate for pleasure.

Logan groaned. “Goddamn. I feel your cunt trying to milk an orgasm out of me every time I do that.” He pinched my nipple again and snapped his hips, thrusting into me. “You’re so close already. I can feel it.”

“Please,” I whimpered. “Please, please, please?—”

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