Page 108 of Single Mom's Guide to Love

That’s never happened to be before. Never in my life have I actually shook while having an orgasm. And one would now think that I’ll need three to five business days to recover. But no. I feel energized. Wanton. A woman possessed.

A woman who knows what she wants.

And I want my husband.

“Pants off. Now,” I demand, though Logan is already three steps ahead of me. I use the energy I have left to back up on the bed as I watch Logan’s cock spring free from his boxer briefs.

“Fuck…” I mumble. I’ve felt it since that night against me. Hell, I’ve had it in my mouth on the jet. But somehow I forgot how big he is.

“What do you want, Love?” he asks as he stalks to the bed, condom in hand.

“I want you to throw that condom aside and fuck your wife how you want to.”

His eyes are wide. “Are you sure?”

I nod. “Nothing between us.”

Logan drops the condom on the floor next to him before climbing into bed with me. He wraps me in his arms, kissing me as hard as he can as he rolls over so I’m on top of him.

“Ride me,” he says. “Take what you want. I’m yours.”

Those words hit me square in the chest, maybe more than anything he’s said. Harder than the first time he called me Love.The day we said “I do.” The day that he told me he’d never let anything happen to me or Jayce.

No, right here, right now, in the throes of passion, Logan Matthews telling me that he’s mine is what does me in.

I do as he says, gripping his cock in my hand and stroking it a few times before lining it up to my begging center. I start to feel full instantly as I let each inch of him slide into me.

“Fuck,” he moans, taking my hips in his hands and guiding me as I start to slowly ride him. “So tight. So perfect.”

My hands grip onto Logan’s chest as I begin moving up and down on him, doing my best to stay present in the moment and enjoy every second. The man has made it his mission to give me everything I’ve asked for—in and out of the bedroom. I don’t want this moment to go by and not memorize everything I can.

Our eyes are fixed on each other, each watching the other with such intent that it fills my heart. The sensation only makes me fuck him harder, wanting to bring both of us to the release we both want so much.

“Fuck me from behind,” I beg. “Just like that first night. Fuck me until I scream.”

I see the dilation in his eyes with each of my words. He doesn’t say anything, instead just does as I ask and rolls me over as I position myself on all fours.

Now, I know every inch of this room. I’m the reason each piece of furniture is where it is. But never did it occur to me that I so artfully placed a mirror in the perfect position so that one day I could watch Logan lining himself up to fuck me doggy style.

Wait. Should I add sex room to my resumé?

“Look at you, Love. So wet and desperate,” he says, realizing that he can look me in my eye as he’s fucking me. “Are you going to watch me make you scream?”

“Yes,” I pant. “Fuck me, Logan.”

“It would be my honor.”

And he does. This man who is a gentleman in every other facet of life fucks me like our lives depend on it. I feel his hand on my ass and the sound of the crack fills the room. The slight twinge of pain is perfect. And watching it through the mirror? Possibly the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.

Logan’s hands begin to squeeze at my hips, driving into me harder and harder.

“I need you to let go, Maeve. Come with me.”

His words are a direct line to my orgasm that was slowly building but right now balances at the precipice. With just a few more thrusts I’m over the ledge, screaming for Logan as the orgasm rips through me. He joins in, a deep groan of pleasure leaving his lungs before he collapses on top of me.

I don’t know what time it is. I don’t know if anyone is still in the house. Frankly, I don’t care.

Because I’m Mrs. Logan Matthews. And I want everyone to know it.

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