Page 15 of Single Mom's Guide to Love

I press one more kiss against her neck as I drop to my knees. I wasn’t lying to her about my agile fingers, which are coming in quite handy as I quickly undo the clasp of her skirt and lower the zipper in record time. I push it down, leaving her standing in nothing but a blouse that’s fighting to stay closed, and a pair of red lace panties calling to me like a matador.

“So sexy,” I say, sliding my fingers through her soaked thong before I rip it off her body.

She gasps at the sound of the thread tearing. Or maybe it’s the feeling of me inserting two fingers inside her. Either way, I have Maeve panting, begging, and right where I want her.

“Since I’m going to win, I’m going to let you choose how you want to lose.”

“What?” Her voice sounds like she’s not in her body, which balloons me with a swell of pride. “What do you mean choose?”

I take one of her legs and throw it over my shoulder. Her hands press against the door for balance, which is a good thing. She’ll need it.

“I’m going to make you come on my cock. That’s a given. But for the other…do you want my tongue?” I pause to show her, giving her a slow, long, lick.

“Holy shit…” she moans as her other leg wobbles.

“Or do you want my fingers? Your choice.”

I slowly take the two fingers I was teasing her with earlier and mimic the motion I just made with my tongue, slowlygrazing over her, inserting them just enough so she can feel it, before continuing the motion.

“Fuck!” she screams. Luckily we’re the only ones on this floor. Though, if she keeps this up we might wake the hotel. “Both. Fingers. Mouth. I don’t care. Please, Logan.”

“Oh Love…was that begging I heard?”

She nods her head as she does her best to try and ride my fingers, begging with her body for more pressure. “Yes. Please. Just make me come.”

I have a feeling this is the first time ever in her life Maeve has begged for anything. And who am I to deny her?

I don’t say anything else as I push my two fingers further inside her, giving her what her body had been asking for. I don’t think she was ready for them, as I hear her hands smack the door. It only takes a few curls and swipes before her hands fall to my shoulders, needing me to keep her balance. When I fully insert them she lets out a feral scream and falls onto me, her hands holding onto my shoulders for dear life.

“Jesus Christ, Logan,” she whimpers, her nails now digging into me. “How are you…shit I’m…”

I slowly put her foot down on the floor so I can stand up. I want to watch her face as I make her come all over my hand.

“Now, Love. Come for me now.”

Our eyes lock as I watch in awe as I feel her start to come apart on me. She throws her head back, and I quickly catch it with my free hand so she doesn’t bash it against the door. And…holy shit, did her eyes roll back in her head? Bloody hell, that was fucking amazing.

And this is why I say I get off by watching others. Tell me something fucking hotter than what I just witnessed. Go ahead. I’ll wait.

I know I should be a gentleman and bring her down. A little after care. But no. Instead of letting Maeve catch her breath, I’m picking her up and carrying her into the suite.

“What are you doing?”

I make quick work of the distance between the entrance of the room and the bedroom, our breathing the only sounds in the air as I place her on the mattress. She still looks slightly dazed as she gets her bearings. Her brown hair is tousled, and her shirt is disheveled. I don’t think I’ve ever been turned on more in my life.

“I’m going to fuck you. Any objections?”

I know my in-charge tone is a risk. I might have her a little off guard from the orgasm, but this is still a control-freak woman who has likely never been ordered around in the bedroom before. But just as I’m questioning my tactics, I see her bite her bottom lip. Her eyes look me up and down. And when they lock on mine again? I knew I was right.

This woman wants to lose control.

“Rest of your clothes—take them off,” I demand as I take off my jacket and start unbuttoning my dress shirt. I’m in such a rush I don’t fully appreciate the show in front of me with Maeve, though I do catch the finale as she unclasps, then tosses aside, her lace bra.

Holy fuck, I knew this woman was gorgeous. But the vision before me now? There are no words to describe her. She’s now kneeling on the bed, her perfect tits on display. A trim waist, but it also doesn’t look like she’s starving herself. Hips that I can see myself grabbing onto.

God, where should I start…

I push down my trousers and snug briefs in one motion before closing the distance between us. I reach down for her, bringing our lips together again. Her soft lips and begging tongue are doing something to me that I haven’t felt maybe ever.I wish I could kiss her all night, and maybe after this I will, but there are some things I need to check off the list before this woman vanishes from my life.

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