Page 107 of Single Mom's Guide to Love

“Do what?”

He slowly starts unbuttoning his perfectly fitted white shirt, stopping right before the bed. “Touch yourself. You know you want to.”

How did he know? Is he a mind reader? He has to be. Either that or my sexual poker face is just as shit as my real-life one.

I didn’t even think to do it, having never done anything like this before, but between Logan’s words, my sudden boost of confidence, and thirsting for the man who’s stripping in front of me, there’s nothing more I want right now.

Well, other than Logan’s dick. But that will come.

And maybe first I will…

“Take them off for me.”

My request is received with nothing but a lusty groan from Logan. He does as asked, hooking two fingers through each side of my G-string and slowly pulling my panties off my legs. My legs slowly spread open, and yes, I could feel it before, but I can feel even more now.

“Jesus Love. Your pussy is soaked. Is that all for me?”

I nod as my hand trails down, rubbing myself, feeling my wetness and coating some on my fingers, while letting out a soft moan. I lift them up, not wanting to force it on Logan, but he doesn’t turn down my offering. He takes my fingers in his, grabs onto them and slowly sucks off every drop.

And that is, without a doubt, officially the hottest thing that’s ever happened in my life.

“You taste so good,” he whispers. “Keep going. Find your pleasure. Let me watch you come.”

I don’t know what I’m more transfixed by—Logan’s striptease that has just resumed, or his words. Both are sexy as hell in their own way.

There’s his body, which I assume is what sculptors’ dreams are made of. His shoulders are broad and built. His arms are bigwithout being so bulky that they bust through a jacket. And his abs? I can’t help but lick my lips when I take them in.

He’s perfect. A god on earth.

My husband.

It might have started off as convenient, but it’s more now. So much more.

With his shirt off, he starts unbuckling his belt, and I start working the spot I know will send me into oblivion. I keep rubbing small circles at my clit as he snaps his belt off in one motion. He goes right in on unbuttoning his pants, and just as I think he’s going to slide them down, he stops.

“What are you doing?”

The smile on his face is wicked as he leans over me. “I know you’re in control. But that pussy looks so pretty.”

Shit, I think I just came from those words alone. “Do you want a taste?”

He nods and licks his lips. “Please.”

“Since you asked so nicely,” I say as I lay back. I want to tease a little more, but the words are taken right out of my mouth the second Logan’s tongue is on me.

I fall back on the bed, physically unable to hold myself up as Logan begins feasting on me. With my new position, he takes it upon himself to spread my legs wide and hook them with his arms, bringing me to his face so I have nowhere to go.

Like I’d want to go anywhere.

I cling to the comforter that I once thought would be a good accent piece for Logan but now realize I should’ve tested out its durability. Because this piece of fabric is the only thing that’s keeping my body on this earth right now.

My body starts to tighten up, my orgasm not far away. I don’t know how I even held out this long with what Logan’s magical tongue is doing to me.

“Logan…”

His name on my lips is all he needs to hear. His tongue continues rapidly flicking at my clit as I feel him push two fingers inside me. With one small hook I’m orbiting somewhere between here and Pluto. My back arches, I think I yell out words that aren’t English, and my orgasm rips through me, leaving my body visibly shaking.

“So fucking perfect,” Logan mutters as he brings me down. “And mine.”

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