Page 101 of The Opposite of Romance
Slowly, I turn around, placing a hand on his chest and walking him back until the backs of his knees hit the couch. He slumps down onto it, his gaze zeroed in on mine. His eyes turn even darker as my tongue darts out to lick my lips, and I start to undress.
I bring a hand to my shoulder and slip off one sleeve of my sundress. His jaw is set in stone as he watches me. Another sleeve is down, and I pull the dress even further, revealing my breasts.
He swallows audibly, while my heart beats out of my chest. This is so fucking vulnerable. I’m exposed, but his gaze caresses me gently, giving me confidence to continue. Once I step out of the remnants of the dress that lie on the floor, I lower myself to my knees.
“Fuck,” Logan mutters, and a sense of pride washes over me.
I can see that he wants me. I can see how turned on he is. And to feel his desire, it’s addictive. I make quick work of unbuttoning his pants, releasing the cock that I felt inside of me just a half hour ago. My pussy acts like she hasn’t seen him in years, growing wetter by the second and pleading with me to hurry with my plans.
But no, I want to take this slow. I want to revel in the feeling of being desired by this amazing man. Of being the object of his worship. I wrap my hand around his length, basking in the way he shivers underneath my touch. After a couple of lazy strokes, my head lowers to land small licks around his crown. I can still taste his release. The saltiness only makes me remember how hard he came inside of me, and I let out a moan.
“Shit,” he breathes out, pulling his hands into my hair. He bunches it, not to get in my way, and my lips turn up.
Finally, I quit teasing him and suck him in deep. He hisses as his tip hits the back of my throat. I hollow my cheeks andcontinue sucking him, enjoying the feel of his velvety skin on my tongue.
This feels like more than sex. I’m luxuriating in his pleasure and every little sound he makes as I drive him out of his mind. His hands tighten in my hair, and his hips lift. My tongue swirls over him as much as it can, but as his pace picks up, there’s nothing for me to do but take it. My nipples are fully hard by now, my pussy dripping. He lets out another loud hiss before pulling my mouth off him.
“You’re going to make me come.”
“I want to make you come,” I respond in a pleading voice.
“Not before you come as well. Get up.”
His tone doesn’t leave room to argue, so I obey, getting to my feet. His eyes trail over me again, before he bites into his bottom lip.
“Come here.” He pats his lap, and I rush to straddle him. My pussy rejoices with the knowledge she’ll be reunited with Logan’s cock.
Spreading my knees beyond his thighs, I grab his unyielding cock and line myself up, only to sink down onto him.
“Fuck,” I mumble, the first thrust already too much.
I’m so wet there’s zero friction, but his cock still hits every magical spot inside of me. I perch my hands on his shoulders and start riding him. On a growl, he brings my lips to his, slipping his tongue right after nipping my lip.
With the way I’m bouncing up and down on his cock, it’s hard to keep our lips connected. Finally, he gives up and lowers them to my breast. He circles the hard nub with his rough tongue, making me moan. He scratches it with his teeth, and I nearly faint from the sensation.
“Let me hear you, pretty girl,” he whispers.
I have no choice but to listen, since my moans can’t be contained anymore. They fill the large room, reverberating against the walls. His mouth jumps from one nipple to the other, while I continue riding him with fervor.
“Do you like riding this cock?” he asks, and I nod profusely. “Tell me.”
“Yes, Logan, fuck.”
He smirks, bringing his head back and brings his hand to my throat. I can still breathe, but the feeling of his hand gripping my throat is possessive and oh, so fucking hot. I whimper, making him put some more pressure on it.
“Good. It’s yours. This is your fucking cock, and you can ride it whenever you want.”
His words entice me, so I ride him faster. I’m already on the verge of my release when he brings his other hand to my clit, rubbing it with his thumb.
Just a few small circles as his cock fills me so good, and waves of pleasure crash over me. I don’t have the strength to keep riding, but his hips do the work, prolonging my release and reaching his. His grip on my throat and clit tightens, and the pain that zings me sends another wave of ecstasy through me.
I blink a few times, pushing back tears before saying, “I love you, Logan.”
“I love you, too,” he whispers into my neck.
He owns me right now. Body and soul. Mind and heart. And I don’t know what the hell to do about that.
We stay like that until our breathing settles. Landing a small kiss to my lips, he lifts us both and brings us to his bathroom. His shower easily fits two, but I can barely stand upright after the last two hours of my life.
