Page 46 of One Night in Paris

Every movement he made sent a pulse of electricity through my body. I quaked and quivered beneath him, letting him dominate me. Swirling his tongue around my sensitive clit, he kept me on the edge, my body craving release. Without even removing his shoes, Logan had already sent me tumbling over the edge of euphoria, gasping and moaning, holding on to him for dear life.

Logan kept me there for so long, my lungs felt like they were on fire. Then, he pulled his face away from my pussy, a satisfied smile on his face. With a twinkle in his eye, he said, “You’re delicious, baby.”

Still out of breath, I couldn’t respond, only lay there naked in the dark, craving his massive cock.

Logan wouldn’t disappoint me. Standing in a stream of moonlight, he began to undress. Taking his time, he unbuttoned his cuffs and then worked his way down his shirt, revealing his perfectly chiseled chest and those washboard abs I longed to touch. Kicking out of his shoes and removing his socks, he kept his eyes locked on mine.

When Logan removed his belt, he tossed it on the bed. Everything else went strewn about the floor, but that belt lay next to me, like he’d put it there on purpose. My eyes widened as I considered what that purpose might be.

With just his briefs on, Logan moved to the suitcase he’d rolled in and pulled out a familiar-looking box. Continuing to laythere on the bed, captivated by his body, I watched him shed his underwear, his muscular ass tense as he kicked them out of the way.

Facing away from me, he took out a condom and rolled it on. Instantly, my juices began to flow, and that ache I’d felt earlier just thinking about him returned to my core. God, I wanted him so fucking badly.

Turning around, Logan grabbed his cock with one hand and walked toward me. Biting on my bottom lip, I stretched my arms above my head, so eager to feel him but unable to control myself.

“That’s right.” Sinking down next to me on his knees, he took the belt in his free hand. “That’s exactly how I wanted you, baby.”

Confused, I tried to figure out what he was talking about. But then I realized what he was going to do with the belt. Excitement pulsed through me—we were going to play a little game.

Logan looped the belt around my arms, not tight, but strong enough to let me know it was there. Then, he slid me up the bed slightly so my hands could reach the railings along the headboard. “Hold on here,” he instructed me. “And don’t let go, or I’ll have to tie you to the headboard.”

“Whatever you say… boss,” I purred.

Logan’s crooked grin made me smile in return. I wasn’t into a lot of kinky stuff, but I liked a little bit of fun in my sex.

Grabbing onto the headboard, I intended to do exactly what Logan said. I would prefer to be able to touch him sometimes, but having my arms constrained made me feel submissive to him, like he was plundering buried treasure—and I was the gold.

Positioning himself between my legs on his knees, Logan pushed my knees up and apart, much the same way as I’d been lying when he’d buried his face in my core. This time, he didn’t lean down to lick me, though. No, he used his fingers andexplored my folds, spreading me, probing into me deep with his thick fingers, lighting my body on fire.

With his other hand, he circled my clit with his thumb. Knowing I was still sensitive from before, he was gentle at first. But then, he used more pressure, making me rise up off the bed. “Fuck, Logan,” I cried out. “That feels so good.”

“I’m glad you like it.” His voice was a deep rumble. “Are you ready for me to take you, Harper?

“Yes!” I didn’t hesitate. “Please.”

He chuckled, but instead of pushing his massive dick inside me, he slid his hand up my side, stopping short of my breast. My nipple immediately hardened even more than it already was, as if calling to him, aching to be touched.

Just like with my pussy, he took his time with my breasts, cupping them gently at first before kneading them more vigorously. When he began to tweak my nipples, pinching and pulling, I found myself beginning to come undone again. His tongue worked one while his hand worked the other, flicking and sucking against me. My hips bucked up and down, trying to reach him. Having my arms over my head left me feeling so raw and exposed. It was as if he was exploring every inch of my body and all I could do was lie there and bask in the intense sensations he caused to shoot right through me.

Logan didn’t ask me if I was ready again. Instead, he thrust deep inside me in one motion that had my mouth falling open in a soundless scream of ecstasy. If there were words to tell him how good he felt as he moved his hips between my thighs, I didn’t know them.

Unlike the last two times, Logan wasn’t taking his time. He pounded into me, keeping up a quick pace, penetrating deeply with each stroke. Having my hands tied together made it more difficult to stay still, but I used the headboard to steady myself as my hips came up to meet him. My moans came in short,even bursts, in rhythm with his pulsing, and within a matter of moments, he’d sent me tumbling over the edge again, crying out as he kept me at the peak of pleasure.

Both of our bodies were covered in sweat from all of the exertion, our lungs heaving, but once again, Logan pulled out before he could come. Giving me a second to regain my ability to breathe, he lifted me and sat me on his lap so that my legs were on either side of him. My arms went around his neck as he positioned me so that his dick was at my entrance again.

Looking into his eyes, I felt like we were on the same wavelength. I knew exactly what he wanted me to do. Knowing that I was about to bring him intense pleasure made me give him a sly smile before leaning in and pressing my lips to his.

That familiar taste of cinnamon filled my senses as his tongue played along with mine. This kiss felt different than the others somehow. More intimate. Like we shared a secret no one else in the world knew about. At that moment, I felt closer to him than I ever had before.

Pulling away, Logan smiled at me and then lowered his mouth to my neck, nipping at my skin as he kissed a trail across my throat and down my shoulder. Lifting me up again, he guided me back down so that he was buried inside me.

My body instantly melded around him, glad to have his cock back inside me. The rhythm we forged had no particular time. It was simply the movement our bodies made when we were together.

Working my hips as he pressed down around my waist, lifting himself slightly off the bed, I felt him inside me in places he’d never been before. Gasping, I bit down on my lips, resting my cheek against the warm skin of his face. As the tension increased, so did the intensity and the intimacy until I couldn’t keep track of where I ended and he began.

When Logan came, it wasn’t hard and fast like it had been before. His whole body shook in long bursts of energy, like lightning striking the same place over and over again. He grunted, his eyes closed, his head buried in my shoulder, until his body finally stopped convulsing, and we both stilled.

We stayed like that for a long time. Me nestled on his lap, his arms around me, our heads resting on one another’s shoulders. With every breath, I inhaled his masculine scent. With every exhale, I craved him more.

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