Page 111 of Best Kept Secret
With nowhere to go, I wrap myself around him, holding on as he claims me, our kiss turning frantic in a flurry of lips, teeth, and tongues, of stifled groans and whimpered moans. Blindly, and not once breaking our kiss, Logan carries me through the door and inside, to our bedroom.
He climbs onto the bed with me still attached, my back gently hitting the mattress, his body covering mine. His stubbled jaw is rough and contradicting against the softness of his lips as he peppers kisses down my neck, licking and sucking my throat, continuing to the dip in my neckline, skating over my top and breathing hot air through the cotton where my nipples are aching for him. I’m a writhing mess, my back arching with need. My body wants him so bad, it’s almost painful.
Pushing up, Logan pulls me with him, fingers tugging at the hem of my shirt and pulling it up and over my head. His gaze issoft as he takes in the pale pink bra I’m wearing, my nipples visible through the lace cups, and he mutters a curse, his eyes turning dark.
“You are everything, Red,” he whispers, leaning in and slamming his mouth against mine again.
With one expert hand, he reaches behind me and unfastens the clasp, sliding the straps down my arms before tossing the pink lace aside. His gaze lifts from my breasts to meet mine, and with a small, slightly smug smile, he mutters, “Fuckin’ perfect,” before dipping down and taking a nipple between his lips, swirling his tongue around the pebbled peak.
“Oh, yes,” I moan out, falling back against the bed.
Logan lavishes one nipple with his teeth and tongue, cupping my other breast with his hand and teasing the other bud with slow, featherlight circles before pinching it between his thumb and forefinger, making my pussy throb.
“Fuck, Logan,” I pant out, trying to squeeze my thighs together in an attempt to quell the ache, but I can’t because he’s currently between them.
Tearing himself away from my nipple, he looks down at me, his cheeks flushed, eyes blazing, lips swollen. His gaze dips down to my jeans, a finger trailing down over my stomach, stopping at the button as a knowing smirk tugs at his lips. “Is my girl needy?”
“Yes,” I whimper.
Popping the button, he slowly drags down the zipper, arching a brow. “Is this perfect pussy aching for me?”
I press my lips together, nodding frantically, not trusting my words. “Mmhmm.”
“Are you still on your period?”
I shake my head, biting back my smile.
Sitting up on his haunches, Logan tugs my jeans and panties down my legs, eyes flaring as he pushes my thighs apart, spreading me open to him. Reaching a hand over his shoulder, he tugs his Henley off in that one move that makes my insidesthrum, and, lowering himself, he keeps his eyes on mine as he covers my pussy with his mouth.
“Oh, fuck!” I cry out, fisting the sheets as Logan drags the flat of his tongue all the way up my slit, lapping at my already over-sensitive clit.
When he groans against me, the vibrations bring me closer to the edge, and I grab a fistful of his hair, holding him where he is as he eats me like he’s on death row and I’m his last goddamn meal. Sucking my clit between his lips, my back arches up off the bed, and fireworks explode behind my eyes as my orgasm rips through me without warning.
“I’m coming!” I scream, hips bucking against him, thighs quaking, clamping around his head as he rings every last ounce of pleasure from me before it’s too much and I need to shove him away.
Logan jumps up, his lips and chin glistening with my release, a proud look in his eyes as he pushes his jeans and boxer briefs down. My body is still shuddering with aftershocks as he pulls me up to straddle his thighs.
I grab hold of his shoulders, staring deep into those eyes that have my heart in a chokehold, feeling his cock as he notches himself at my entrance, and I lower myself onto him, slowly, taking every inch until I’m fully seated and a low, feral groan rumbles from deep in his chest.
“Oh, I’m so full like this,” I rasp, gasping a breath as I feel every part of him fill me. I roll my hips just enough to feel him hit a spot deep inside that causes me to suck in a gasp. Biting down on my lip, I close my eyes, chasing the pleasure of another orgasm brewing in the pit of my belly.
“Fucking made for me,” he grits out, gripping my hips, controlling my movements as I arch my body into him. “That’s it, baby. Ride my cock like the perfect little slut you are.”
I groan from a combination of his filthy words interlaced with his loving sentiments. We’re so close like this, so connected, so intimate. My clit grinds against him with everymovement, and my need to come again takes over, my hips seeking more.
“Give it to me,” Logan growls, reaching between us, his thumb finding my clit and pressing firmly against it. “Fucking come all over my cock, Red. Claim me.”
“Fuck, Logan, I’m coming again,” I whine, throwing my head back as the current rolls through me, this orgasm so powerful, spots dance in my eyes and my head feels light. I shudder around him, giving him everything, which is when I feel him thrust up into me one last time before tensing, his entire body going rigid.
“Fuck,” he groans, slamming his mouth against mine, his kiss deep and bruising and desperate as he comes with an animalistic growl against my lips.
As we come down from our highs, we’re both shuddering, our chests heaving with breathless pants as we sit still connected, staring into one another’s eyes. My heart races so hard, slamming against my ribs, and I take Logan’s hand, placing it against my chest, letting him feel, while I place my hand against his chest, feeling his heartbeat just as fast.
“I more than love you,” I whisper through my shuddering breaths.
Smiling, Logan’s eyes shine with emotion, his voice thick as he says, “You’re my all, my everything, my whole fucking world, Red.”
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