Page 50 of The Secret Heir Next Door

My other hand explores the curve of her waist, guiding her closer to me. Our breaths mingle as we kiss, our bodies now one, a wanton hunger for each other burning like an inferno.

I tear my lips away long enough to trail soft, hot kisses down her neck and then to her collarbone. I nuzzle her with my nose, taking in the heady scent of her arousal. My hands grip the edge of her lacy bra, fumbling to undo the clasp. When it finally releases, I pull back, revealing her flawless, pert breasts.

I didn’t get to enjoy this in the store. It was pitch black.

I’m going to take my time.

My tongue goes to her taut nipples. I graze them with my teeth, and she bucks forward again. My mouth envelopes one of her nipples, sucking gently as my hand travels back between her legs.

I need to taste her.

I grip her hips and stand with her. I set her down on the couch before I kneel between her legs. I grab her thighs and tug her toward me, putting her legs on my shoulders before I bury my face in her center.

“Shit! Logan!” she cries out as she starts shaking.

The vibrations of her voice reverberate through me, echoing the primal desire that fills the air between us. I lap at her, my tongue delving deeper, savoring the taste of her. She moans and grinds against my face.

Her hands grip the back of my head, pulling me closer. Her breath hitches, her body trembling. I can feel her nearing the edge, the tension building.

I slide a finger inside of her, my mouth never leaving her. She shudders, crying out my name again.

I lick her harder, my fingers kneading her thighs as she moans my name. I push two fingers into her, her walls clenching around me.

"Oh, fuck, you feel so good," I groan into her folds. "I want to hear you come, Serena."

Her hips buck hard against my face, her moans growing louder. I thrust my fingers in and out of her while lapping at her clit with my tongue, hungry for more. She's getting close, her breathing ragged and shallow.

And then it happens. Her body tenses, her moans turning into a wild, keening cry.

I keep at it as her juices coat my face, my tongue flicking her sensitive spots, drawing out every last drop of pleasure from her. Finally, she collapses back onto the couch, gasping for air, her chest heaving.

"Oh, God, Logan," she mutters, her voice shaky. "That was… Fuck, I need more of that."

I slowly pull my fingers out of her, savoring the feeling of her wetness. I lick my fingers, wanting more of her. I climb up her, kissing her and allowing her to taste herself.

"Up," I order gently, holding out a hand to help her stand. She takes it, her hand warm and steady in mine.

I lead her to the bedroom, hungry eyes never leaving hers. I push her gently onto the bed, my hands already on her waist, pulling her towards me. She lies down, her head sinking into the pillows, her eyes watching me hungrily.

"Are you ready for more?" I ask, my voice a low growl.

She nods, her eyes never leaving mine. I look at her body, still dressed in her tiny skirt and panties. A small smile forms on my lips as I undress her.

I remove her skirt first, taking care not to rush, making sure she stays connected to me. Her legs reveal the perfect toned thighs that I've been wanting to touch. Her skirt is now lying on the floor, and she's in just her lacy panties. I hook my thumbs in the sides and tug them down, letting the lace fall to the floor.

Her gorgeous body is now naked before me, her skin glowing in the low light of the room. I can see the arousal still showing on her body, her nipples hard and erect, her center wet and swollen. I can't resist any longer.

I roll her over, pulling her up so that she’s on all fours. She looks back at me, and my cock twitches, needing to be in her so badly.

My fingers feather over her skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake. I run my hands down her sides, feeling the curve of her hips and the firmness of her stomach. I reach between her legs, feeling her wetness seeping through her lips and spreading across her ass. I slide a finger inside her, feeling the heat and tightness of her pussy. I spread her legs wider, showing her pussy to me, wet and open. I run my fingers through her folds, gathering her arousal, bringing it to her clit, rubbing it in circles, making her moan.

She whimpers and pushes back against me, her hips rocking slowly.

"Are you ready for me, baby?" I whisper in her ear, my voice low and growly.

"Yes," she breathes, turning her head to look at me over her shoulder. "Please, Logan."

I slide my finger out, my cock twitching and throbbing at the thought of being inside her.

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