Page 151 of Kings Fear No One
His arms slide under my thighs to hoist me up off the ground. My feet dangle as it’s suddenly like I’ve climbed a great tree—I’m several feet off the ground, instinctually notching my legs around his waist to level us out. Our mouths align as he crushes his lips to mine.
And really does set me aflame.
Need burns through me, flushing onto my brown skin.
I can barely contain myself, barely remember to breathe as Logan’s hot kisses unravel me. My undoing happens all at once.
The desperate breaths fighting their way out of my lungs. The way I dig my nails into his forearm as he holds me up and bites at my bottom lip. Even how my body tremors at the feel of his desire.
The knowledge a man could ever want me this much, it’s like he’s on the brink of losing his mind.
Logan kicks the bedroom door open and flings me to the bed. We both launch into urgent attempts to undress ourselves, fumbling hands and heavy pants in the dimly lit room. He’s unhooking his jeans, shoving down his boxers, his erection bobbing free. I’m on my back on the bed, wiggling out of my panties, the spaghetti straps of my dress low on my shoulders.
His patience is lost in a fierce rumble that’s louder and deeper than the engine of his bike revving up.
He snatches the pair of panties caught halfway down my leg and rips the clingy, delicate fabric the rest of the way off before he’s on top of me. His heavy, muscled weight presses down over me, my thighs parted wide to make space for him.
“You wet for me, baby?” he asks, his voice like gravel. His hand finds my pussy, and I writhe at the sudden rough touch.
His fingers on my throbbing little clit, rubbing fast circles, making me wetter than I already am.
He peers into my eyes and watches my face as my mouth falls open for a soft moan. I’m hot and needy, squirming under him like a butterfly caught in the cup of a hand. But he only rubs me faster, harder, bringing me closer to release.
I watch him watch me as my brows pinch and pleasure flickers through me, building, growing, expanding ’til I can’t take it. I grind my hips against his hand and scratch at his steel-like shoulder, a woman so easily undone and overcome.
“Give it to me, baby. You like when I play with your pussy, don’t you?” he asks. “You want me to taste you? You want my tongue to lap up every fucking drop of those juices?”
Yes becomes the only word I know.
I repeat it over and over again like a chant, breathless and feverish as he makes good on his proposal. Logan travels down the length of my body, pressing kisses onto the different parts of me as he goes—my bare stomach and my hipbone and the mound of flesh just above my sex. He nibbles on my thighs and sucks my clit between his lips.
He spreads my pussy lips, then traces his tongue along my folds. His stormy gaze meets mine, darkened by lust and feral need, as he quite literally devours me.
I tip my head back, no longer able to bear it another second. I can’t hang on. I can’t fight the tingling pleasure that percolates from my pussy and then surges through the rest of me.
My orgasm is a wrecking ball that smashes into me and knocks me asunder.
I break apart with a hoarse cry of pleasure and my body going limp. For a few blissful seconds, I’m lost to the chemicals, lost to the rush of them that floods me all at once.
Logan suckles away. He licks at my pussy and laps up my pearly cum. More kisses. More love bites.
More hungry stares as he returns to his place over me and claims my mouth. I taste myself on his tongue, another tremor rocking through me.
“You taste so fucking good, baby,” he praises. “So fucking sweet. All of that’s just for me.”
“Yes,” I babble. “Only for you.”
“Are you gonna do what I say? Are you gonna let me fuck that tight little delicious pussy?”
“Oh, yes… please. I… I need it.”
“I need it too, baby,” he groans, and I feel him at my opening.
The heat he gives off. The steely hardness. The moist crown of his penis.
“But guess what, baby?” he asks. “I want you to fuck me. I want you to ride my fucking cock like a good girl. Can you do that for me?”
My eyes pop open in shock, meeting his. I’m still breathless, my skin warm. My brain’s fuzzy from the orgasm I had seconds ago, so much so speech still feels like an impossibility. “F-fuck your cock?” I repeat almost innocently.
