Page 31 of Rebel

I wanted to deny his words, but the softness of his lips and the abrasiveness of his scruff was an irresistible combination that had me writhing long before his tongue slid along the crease between my thigh and pussy. “Logan,” I moaned and arched into his touch.

He growled in pleasure when his tongue touched my clit, lapping at the sensitive nub until moisture flooded my core. His fingertips dug into my thighs as he held me open and used his mouth to make sweet love to my pussy.

“Logan,” I shouted as my fingers tangled in his hair.

He continued growling with every swipe of his tongue. He sucked on my clit and then my pussy lips, unlocking nerve endings I didn’t even know existed. When his tongue slipped inside of me, all rational thought left my mind. He tongue fucked me and I met him stroke for stroke until the pleasure built up to an almost unbearable level.

“Logan, I’m close.”

He grunted and licked a trail of heat from my opening to my clit before two fingers stretched me out. Logan pumped his fingers while his lips and tongue did wild things to my clit and soon—too soon—I erupted like a long dormant volcano. He laughed and moaned, lapping up my orgasm, the vibrations from his laugh prolonging the aftershocks.

“Holy fuck!” I gripped his hair tighter and rubbed against his mouth until every last ounce of pleasure was wrung from my body.

“Such a sweet pussy,” he said, his words deep and gravelly as he slid his fingers from my pussy to his mouth. He stood and finally rid himself of those jeans and boxer briefs.

“Were you always so ripped?” My mouth watered at the sight of him, all muscles and ink.

His chuckle was a deep rumble. “Maybe we both got better with age?”

“Possibly,” I answered breathlessly. “Why don’t we find out?”

Logan didn’t need any further encouragement. His knees dropped onto the mattress, and he crawled over my body, kissing his way from my hipbones up to my breasts, torturing the flesh and my nipples until my body was on fire once again.

“I need you, Logan. Now. Need to feel you filling me up.” I watched, totally enraptured by the way his jaw clenched as he lined our bodies up.

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” The words were strained as he pushed deeper, stretching me out. “You good?”

I nodded. “So fucking good.” He was big and thick, deliciously so. Each time he drove deep and stretched me out, a moan of pleasure escaped.

“Yes, Logan.” I hadn’t had sex since the day I—we—conceived Livvy, and Logan was even more skilled now. His body was a work of art, a weapon of pleasure, and he unleashed it on me with a wild abandon that fascinated me. I couldn’t lookaway from the beautiful picture he presented as his body moved quicker and deeper. “More. Please.”

He smiled. “Greedy, girl.”

“You feel too good. Don’t stop.”

“Never,” he growled in return before he continued pounding deeper. Harder. Faster.

“Yes!” I wrapped my legs around his waist, digging my heels into the firm muscles of his ass as I met him stroke for stroke. “Oh, god, yes!”

“Not god, sweetheart. Logan.” That sexy smirk was just the push I needed to fall over the edge.

“Logan!” My toes curled and my muscles tightened, which made Logan fuck me harder and deeper. Long strokes that prolonged my pleasure until I couldn’t stand it. “Logan,” I moaned through my orgasm.

“Ah, fuck Nikki.” His mouth fused to mine as he pounded deep and fast, another orgasm rose up just as his was unleashed, thick, hot streams that warmed my insides. “Nikki,” he grunted one more time, burying his cock as deep as he could until the last ounce of pleasure left his body. “Fuck.”

“That was… wow.” I felt the grin as it split my face, but I didn’t care, I felt too good. Too satisfied.

“Wow feels too tame for what that was,” he gasped and panted before he rolled to his side and brought me with him, our bodies still connected.

From that position he was even deeper, and my body clenched tight around him. “Oh!”

His hands gripped my hips and held me there, shivering as I pulsed around him. “Fuck woman, you’re gonna be the death of me.”

I smiled and rolled my hips just a little. “Not quite.” I pressed my palms on his chest and pushed up before sliding down his cock again with a low moan. “Just more pleasure and what the French call the ‘little death’.” And then I took my time riding him until he filled me with so much pleasure, I was worried it would rip me in half.

But falling asleep in a man’s arms? That made me worry more about my heart than my life.

Chapter Fourteen

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