Page 153 of Kings Fear No One
“Yes… please fill me up. I love being full.”
My pussy clamps down on him in a choking grip as he loses it. He grunts as he bruises my hips and his jerk up into me. His cock goes so deep, it reaches the back of my pussy, sending me flying into my second orgasm.
All sound goes out. All breath rips from my lungs. Anything and everything else ceases to exist.
For a magical few seconds, we’re suspended in pleasure, convulsing and panting.
My bones leave my body. I can no longer hold myself up, flopping to the side, half on top of Logan.
I can feel him even as he slips out of me. The wet evidence between my thighs, gushing from my pussy, the ache that he leaves behind.
He rolls over to kiss me and wrap me up in his arms. “That was fucking amazing,” he mumbles, his words slurred like he’s drunk. “I love you so damn much.”
I burrow deeper into his arms, already drowsy. “I love you so damn much too.”
38
TEYSHA
“Morning,” Logan drawls, squinting. “You up already?”
“Coffee. Drink.”
I prop myself onto the bed on my knees, holding two mugs with little wisps of steam curling out of them. Logan’s grin is sleepy and crooked as it slants across his mouth. He pushes himself up into a sitting position against the headboard and carefully accepts my caffeinated offering.
At the first sip, he groans in satisfaction. “That’s damn good. Since when did you learn to make my coffee how I like it?”
“Since you learned how I like mine,” I retort, wrinkling my nose playfully.
He reaches out to squeeze the area where my shoulder and neck meet. “How’d you sleep?”
“It’s about to be nine, and I just got up a few minutes ago.”
“Compared to you getting up at the ass crack of dawn all those other mornings? Cooking and cleaning like a crazy woman.”
“Yet you ate every bite of breakfast I cooked,” I mouth off.
His grin ticks wider. “’Cuz it was fucking delicious. And you really wanna be all sassy right now? I’ve got no problem picking up where we left off last night.”
“My thighs are sore.”
“From squeezing my head so tight when I was dining on that sweet fucking pussy.”
I give up trying to resist his rough charm and burst into another giggle. My thighs are sore—and I’m already craving him all over again.
“What are you up to today?” I ask moments later, once we’ve sipped more coffee and finally crawled out of bed.
Logan wanders into the bathroom to pee and I’m surprised by how… normal it feels. The two of us sharing a space like this. We’re halves of each other, comfortable and content in our cozy, intimate space no one else is allowed into. He joins me at the sink as I start the faucet and reach for my toothbrush and the toothpaste.
“Tying up some loose ends around the club,” he answers, holding out his toothbrush.
I get the hint and squeeze some toothpaste onto his too. “The wedding’s almost here.”
“That too. Making sure it’s all good.”
“I’m glad you’re able to be his best man.”
“Me and Cash.”
