Page 54 of Wilde Secrets

Logan’s hands gripped her thighs, his fingers biting into the soft flesh. Her legs were spread open in front of him, her eyes glazed, and her lips parted slightly as she gasped and moaned.

She had no idea how stunning she was.

Harper was all soft curves and wicked smiles. He groaned, his already hard dick throbbing as he settled himself between her thighs.

He spread her labia with his thumbs, nosing through the patch of soft, trimmed hair, and lapped lightly at her clit. She arched her back, her hands bunching the sheets as she grabbed for purchase, as if she needed an anchor to this dimension.

“Oh, yes! There, just there,” she cried out.

He smiled and did it again, paying attention to what she liked most. Soon, she was writhing underneath him, eyes closed and lost to the pleasure he was giving her.

He eased a thick finger inside her tight heat, curling it until he found the spot that had her making choked moans.

“That’s it, princess. Come for me.”

He doubled his efforts, adding a second finger to join the good work of the first, and flicked her clit with his tongue. He watched her writhe on the sheets as she came, clenching around his fingers in a way that had his cock leaking onto the covers.

He eased his fingers from her and sat back on his heels smiling smugly. Harper lay boneless in front of him, her breathing slowly becoming less ragged. Her eyes opened, her warm brown gaze amused as she looked up at him.

“Cocky, aren’t you?” She smirked.

Logan watched her from hooded eyes as he slowly licked his wet fingers clean, one by one. Harper’s mouth fell open, her eyes locked onto his hand.

She pushed herself up on her elbows which made her breasts sway as she moved. They were full and heavy, and Logan froze as he watched her.

“Come here,” she said.

He found himself next to her, not even realizing he’d moved.

“My turn,” she purred, putting a hand in the middle of his chest and pushing him until he flopped back against the pillows. She crawled toward him on hands and knees, settling next to him and sitting back on her folded legs.

“What have we here?” She looked with pretend shock at his groin where his dick was hard and thick, stretching along his lower abs. Harper lifted her hand to cover her open mouth with one hand. “My, my. What a big boy you are.”

Logan barked out a laugh and grabbed her around the waist, wrestling her back onto the bed.

“Princess, you are something else.”

She giggled as he dropped a kiss to her lips, which deepened as they lost themselves in each other. The world outside the bedroom felt very far away as long minutes passed in teasing kisses and caresses, until Harper’s hands trailed down Logan’s stomach to touch him where he had been aching for her.

She stroked him experimentally, her grip tightening as he thrust into her grip, being careful of the sensitive head of his dick. Harper used her thumb to smooth the bead of pre-cum over the head of his penis in small circles, Logan groaning as she teased the sensitive flesh.

But it was when she bent her head and licked him that all sense fled.

“Jesus fuck, princess. Like that, yes. Just like that.” His mouth opened and all the words he kept bottled up inside spilled out. He couldn’t have stopped talking if he tried. She opened her mouth and took him tentatively inside.

Logan had been in enough locker rooms to know that he compared favorably to other men. At least the ones who were showers, not growers. He was careful not to thrust up into her mouth in case he hurt her, so he gritted his teeth and grabbed a hold of the sheets, mimicking the posture Harper had taken when he’d given the same treatment to her.

She sucked, hollowing her cheeks, and his eyes rolled back in his head. She was perfect. From her determination, and sassy attitude, to just how perfectly she fit in his arms. He loved her curves, the soft sway of her hips as she walked, and the way she ducked her head to hide behind her hair when she was uncertain about something.

And then she reached down and gently squeezed his balls and Logan couldn’t help but jerk his hips, sending his cock down the back of her throat in a way that had him groaning and worried at the same time.

“Shit. Are you ok? I didn’t mean to do that.” He reached out a hand to touch her head.

She looked up at him with amused eyes before pulling off his dick with a wet sucking noise. “I’m fine, Logan. Do you want to fuck my throat?”

Logan blinked.

Yes, yes I do!

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