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Oh god, did we have sex!
“Obviously we slept together, Paris,” he says with a hint of laughter carrying in his voice. “You have your ass pressed against my hard dick.”
He emphasizes his words by pressing his erection firmly against my ass again.
“Logan,” I groan, embarrassment filling me as my face heats up.
He chuckles. “You mean did we fuck?”
I roll my eyes even though he can’t see me. “Yes, Logan. Did wesleeptogether?”
“You can say it,” he says, his deep chuckle reverberating against my back as it gets louder. “You’re a grown ass woman, Paris. Say it.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really. Ask me did I fuck your pussy?”
Dear Lord!
“Did we have sex?” I ask as my entire face heats up.
“That’s not what I asked you to say, Paris. Repeat after me. Did you fuck my pussy, Logan?”
“Oh my God, Logan! Can you just answer the damn question?”
After a few seconds when he doesn’t answer, I know I won’t get the answer I need if I don’t ask it in the way he wants me to.
“Did you fuck my pussy?” I ask, and the groan he releases settles right between my legs.
“Unfortunately, no,” he mutters.
“Unfortunately?”
“I’m not going to lie to you, Paris. Of course, I want to fuck you. I want to slide my dick inside the warmth of your wet cunt. I can only imagine how tight and slick you are. Just thinking about it is making me harder than I already am.”
I cleared my throat. “Ex… excuse me?” I look over my shoulder. “Are you serious?”
I’ve had men tell me how much they want to fuck me before, but coming from Logan, it hits me a little different. I’m not shy, but his directness makes my cheeks burn like a schoolgirl with a crush.
“But this wasn’t about sex,” he continues, ignoring my question with his eyes still closed.
“Then what is this about if not sex?”
“So, you don’t remember last night?”
“Last night is a little groggy. Too many glasses of wine.”
He chuckles. “I tried to warn you. Anyway, you wanted me to sleep with you because of your nightmares, not because you want to fuck me, and not because I want to fuck you. I just fell asleep too.”
I relax, trying to ignore his erection perfectly laying against the crack of my ass while resisting the urge to move against him.
“I want to sleep with you, huh?” I ask, my voice is a little huskier than intended. “You think highly of yourself, don’t you?”
“Of course you want to fuck me, Paris. I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not looking.”
“That’s not true.”
He laughs. “It is true. I also see the way you pull that plump lip between your teeth when your thoughts move to me being inside you. But trust me sweetheart, if I had fucked you last night, youwould definitely remember. That tight cunt of yours would be sore this morning. And you would be begging me to kiss and lick my cum from your swollen folds, just to make it feel all better.”
