Page 70 of Best Kept Secret
“Fuck… yeah, just like that,” he says with a groan.
His hips shift in a way that tells me he wants more. I feel his fingers rake through my hair, his hand cupping the back of my head, directing me, and the fact that he’s loving this only spurs me on. Gripping his thigh, I take him deeper, sucking him harder, moving my hand up his length to meet my lips with every pass and finding my rhythm. I alternate between sucks, popping off and licking the head like an ice cream cone, his body shuddering as I drag my tongue along the underside.
“Look at me,” Logan utters, finger tucked beneath my chin to tilt my face up. “Show me those pretty eyes while you swallow my cock.”
I meet his eyes through the darkness, taking him in as deep as I can, but when he hits the back of my throat unexpectedly, I gag, coughing around him. He pulls away and I splutter, gasping for a breath, noticing the string of saliva that stretches between his dick and my lips. Why is that so damn hot? I’mforced to squeeze my thighs together in an attempt to relieve the throbbing ache.
“You okay?” Logan husks through a panting breath.
I nod, going in again and taking him even deeper, only this time, when my gag reflex kicks in, I don’t let him pull away. Reaching around, I palm his firm ass, digging my nails into his flesh and holding him right where he is. Tears sting my eyes as I stare up at him, gagging, loving the way his features tense, his face twisting in a combination of pleasure and pain like he’s barely holding on. I can’t fucking breathe, and I love it. I want more.
“Shit, Red,” he chokes out, fisting my hair and tugging it hard. “Your mouth… So. Fucking. Good. But I’m close, baby. I’m so fucking close.”
I pull away, jerking him off as I gasp for a breath, reveling in the way he’s on the verge of falling apart, completely at my mercy.
“I wanna see you come.” I kiss the swollen, cherry red tip of his dick, licking it.
“Yeah?” Logan rasps, pushing my hair back from my face and holding it in a pile with both his hands. “Where do you want my cum?”
Considering his question, I take him in my mouth again, humming around him as he grips my hair and uses it as leverage as he thrusts his hips. And it’s so fucking hot; he’s practically fucking my mouth, and I am so goddamn wet, I can feel my own arousal dripping out of me.
“I want to taste you,” I murmur around his dick, pressing kisses up and down the length, smiling up at him. “I want you to come in my mouth.”
“Fuck, baby,” Logan whimpers through gritted teeth, closing his eyes tight. He braces himself, his strong thighs tensing, controlling his movements. “Open up wide.”
I open my mouth, watching him, and he takes over, jerkinghimself off with one hand while holding my head in place with the other.
“Here it comes,” he grits. “You ready for me?”
“Yes!” I moan, and it doesn’t even sound like me, all throaty and needy and full of desperation.
“Wrap those pretty lips around me, Red.”
I do as he says, staring up at him and sucking him.
“Fuck, when you look up at me like that, baby. So. Goddamn. Perfect,” he grunts, thrusting his hips as if to annunciate each word. “My perfect—”Thrust. “Little—”Thrust. “Slut.”Thrust.
I whimper around his dick, shocked by the way my body reacts to him calling me that word.Slut. By definition, I’m obviously not a slut. Not that there is anything wrong with being a slut; I’m just so far from it, it’s almost funny. But the way he calls me it makes my pussy thrum, my own hips bucking in response.
When Logan’s body goes rigid, his cock hardening even more, a deep, feral, animalistic rumble sounds deep in his chest as he grips my hair so tight it’s almost painful. And then he’s exploding inside my mouth, hot spurts hitting the back of my throat causing me to gag again.
“That’s it, Red,” Logan grits out. “Fucking take it all, baby.”
I relax my throat, eyes burning as I stare up at him, watching him watch me as I swallow his cum until there’s nothing left and he’s whimpering, pulling away from me, clearly over stimulated.
Sitting back on my haunches, I wipe the corners of my lips, watching as Logan recovers, his stomach muscles flexing with every one of his deep breaths. Releasing a ragged sigh, he pushes his hair back from his face, his glazed eyes finding mine once again.
“Was I okay?” I ask, suddenly self-conscious.
He cocks his head to the side, an incredulous expression on his face. “Are you fucking serious right now?”
I chew nervously on my bottom lip.
“Get the hell up here, Red.” He holds his hand out for me, and I take it, allowing him to help me up, my legs like Jell-O.
Logan wraps his arms around me, holding me flush against his warm, hard body. With another low chuckle, he presses his lips to the top of my head, kissing my hair. “Just so you know, I am never fucking letting you go,” he whispers.
My heart stammers in my chest from his words. I don’t know if he means what he just said, or if it’s some blissed-out, post-orgasm nonsense, but when I crane my neck, looking up at him, something passes between us. And as we stare into one another’s eyes, I know, without a doubt, he meant those words. But before I can say anything in return, Logan ducks down, sweeping me literally off my feet and holding me bridal-style.
