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“Kiss me,” Millie pleads, turning her head toward me, and I don’t hesitate, covering her mouth, my tongue clashing with hers, claiming her and swallowing the last of her sated sounds with a sloppy, filthy kiss.
Pulling my fingers from her, I feel her release gush out of her as I do, and it does something to me that I wasn’t even close to prepared for. I bring my dripping fingers to my mouth, but before I can break our kiss to suck them clean, I have a better idea, breaking apart from her and grinning when her heady gaze meets mine.
“Open up, baby.” I press my fingers to her lips, and she does as I say. The second she tastes herself, her eyes widen, a moan coming from her as she wraps her mouth around them, sucking and licking them clean. “I told you you’re sweet.”
She moans again, and on a low chuckle, I tug her mouthopen, licking my tongue in to get my fill, still tasting her on my fingers and now her tongue as I murmur, “My filthy fuckin’ girl.”
CHAPTER 34
MILLIE
Iturn in Logan’s arms, barely breaking our kiss. Every limb feels like paper, and I’m still trembling from aftershocks of the most all-consuming orgasm I’ve ever experienced. But it’s as if something inside of me just broke free, and now I’m ravenous, and all I want is… more.
Straddling Logan’s thick thighs, I wrap my arms around his neck, deepening our kiss.
Logan’s hands skate down my waist, my hips, moving around me and palming my ass, and as I grind on top of him with absolutely nothing between us, feeling his rock hard cock rub up against my pussy, he groans into our kiss and I smile against his lips, reveling in the fact that it’s me doing this to him.
“Are you finally going to fuck me?” I murmur against his lips. “I’msoready.”
“Oh, I know you’re ready, baby. The way you took my fingers,” he grits with a pained grin. “Such a good littleslutfor me.”
I moan, allowing my head to drop to the side, giving his lips access to the sensitive skin in the crook of my neck. He licks the spot that makes my toes curl, sucking it gently and dragging his teeth over it, and I feel it deep in my core.
“But I’m not going to fuck you tonight, Red,” he says, his words finite.
I still, snapping back and gaping at him. “Are you serious?”
He nods, dipping down and taking one of my nipples between his lips, sucking it hard and causing my back to arch in spite of the frustration coursing through me. Popping off my nipple, he looks up at me, eyes smiling as he moves to the other, swirling his tongue around it.
“We’ve both had too much to drink,” Logan whispers, laying his tongue flat and licking the pebbled bud, my eyes nearly rolling back. “And I want it to be special.”
“I don’tneedspecial,” I whine. “This is all I want. You. Me. Your big fat dick, right here.” I look between us where his cock juts up, and with a mischievous grin, I arch a brow, meeting his eyes. “You know, all it would take is one wrong move and you’d be inside of me.”
“Don’t fuckin’ tempt me.” He throws his head back on a groan, and I lean in, dragging my tongue over the jut of his Adam’s apple.
“Iwantyou, Logan,” I say, more serious now, his swirling eyes meeting mine and softening a touch.
Lifting his hand, he cups my jaw, his thumb stroking my cheekbone. “And I want you, baby. I wasn’t joking before when I said I’m never letting you go.” The look in his eyes is full of a sentiment I’ve never seen before, and I feel it straight through to my heart. “You’re it for me, Red. There’s no one else. This is a first for me too, and I want our first time to be something we’ll both cherish forever.”
His words affect me. This is why he wouldn’t have sex with me the other night when I begged him. Tears burn the backs of my eyes, but I swallow the emotion and, instead, choose violence, grinding against him once more, my smirk menacing. “What if I beg?”
He chuckles again, his hands on my hips steadying me, stopping me. “Oh, there will be begging—you can count on it.” Henips my bottom lip with his teeth, shifting his hips so the head of his dick grazes my clit, and I can’t contain my own whimper. “By the time we finally fuck, you’ll be so goddamn needy, your cunt is gonna ache so fucking bad, and you’re gonna be begging me for my cock. But not now. Soon, though. I promise.”
I groan, frustrated and more turned on than I’ve ever been before. But the promise of what’s to come is enough. For now.
“Will you still eat my pussy?” I ask, hopeful.
“Morning, noon, and fuckin’ night.” Logan’s grin is wicked, and suddenly, before I even know what’s happening, he lifts me into the air like I weigh nothing and shuffles down my bed, positioning me so my knees are resting either side of his head. His strong arms link around my thighs, pulling me so close.
“Logan, what are you—” My words are cut short, trapped in the back of my throat when I feel his tongue push through my pussy lips, and whatever it was I was about to say is lost to the sudden pleasure surging through me.
It’s gray and miserable when I finally wake up. Every muscle in my body aches, but it’s a good ache. I smile as memories of last night filter through my hazy mind, and my stomach flutters thinking about just how many times Logan made me come. I was a boneless heap by the end, and he carried me through to his bathroom, to the giant soaking tub where we sat in a hot bath filled with Epsom salts, barely talking, just basking in one another’s presence. Then he wrapped me up in one of his big hoodies, and we fell asleep in his bed until he got up early this morning for dryland and woke me just to kiss me goodbye.
Everything between us has changed, and I honestly can’t stop grinning.
My phone shudders on the nightstand, and I grab it, smiling, assuming it’s him, but when I see Fran’s name on the screen, mybrows knit together. Fran has quickly become a friend, but she doesn’t really message me out of the blue.
Fran: Hey girlfriend, I’m bored. Free for brunch?
