Page 111 of The Pucking Wrong Rookie

I raised an eyebrow.

“Please, Sloane. I want to see you. So, so bad.”

“Only because you asked so nicely,” I said, my voice coming out breathy as I undid the front clasp of my bra, and my breasts sprung free.

“Holy fuck,” he groaned, licking his lips as he stared at my chest.

I took my time taking off my underwear, snapping it at his face when I was done. He caught it and brought it to his nose, breathing in as he groaned.

“Fuuuuck, I need you,” he said, pushing his sweats down. His giant dick sprung free, and my mouth literally watered. He wrapped the lace panties around his cock and began thrusting. “Now put on the jersey.”

My eyes were locked on his dick, but somehow I managed to slide it on, my nipples brushing against the rough fabric as I pulled the jersey all the way down.

He groaned again, closing his eyes for a moment as he squeezed his dick before he slowly got up off his knees.

“Turn around,” he demanded stalking toward me.

I immediately obeyed, glancing at him over my shoulder as I watched him strip off his shirt and sweats until he was standing there in all of his naked, tattooed glory.

Fuck. I’d never seen anything hotter.

“Bend over,” he ordered as he slowly lowered himself to the floor once more—this time right behind me. I fell forward, my face pressing against the mattress as he slowly moved the jersey up so my ass was bared to the cool air. I could feel his breath against my skin, and then his hands worked my cheeks, massaging and kneading them.

There was a pause and thenthwack. Logan spanked me, his lips soothing my skin when I yelped.

He separated my ass cheeks, and then his tongue was dipping in between my folds, touching everything, including my asshole.

“Logan,” I cried as I thrust backward.

He laughed wickedly before his mouth moved back down, his thumb pressing against my asshole as he licked my core.

His stubble scratched my thighs, and the sensations were too much. Logan’s tongue pressed inside my slit at the same time as his finger pushed into my ass.

“Fuck,” I cried out.

“This pussy. I want to die eating it,” he growled.

Right as I was about to come, he once again withdrew, and I squeaked as he flipped me over.

His eyes were heavy-lidded as he stared down at me, his tongue peeking out from his mouth as he slowly slid it across his bottom lip.

“Holy fuck. Best celebration present ever,” he whispered, sounding dazed, like he couldn’t believe what he was seeing.

I blushed, my head spinning from the champagne and his touch and the way he made me feel.

“Say it. Say it to me, Red,” he demanded.

“Please fuck me, Logan,” I begged.

“That’s my good girl,” he said, sliding his tip through my wet folds. “That’s my good fucking?—”

He surged inside me.

“Fuck,” he moaned, his head falling back for a second as he took a deep breath.

He was the picture of erotic perfection, his tattooed muscles straining as he held himself there. Logan took a deep breath and then stared down at me again. “It’s so good, Red,” he purred, leaning over to kiss me, his tongue thrusting in my mouth as he groaned.

“Love you, baby,” he murmured as he dragged himself back, stopping when just his tip was inside me. My insides fluttered at his words. I wondered when that would stop. When I would get used to the fact that someone in the world said that they loved me.

---