Page 81 of Wilde Secrets

Harper lifted her head and kissed him, her mouth opening over his to capture his tongue. He was surrounded by the scent of her, the feel of her, and he never wanted this to end.

But then she slid a hand down and gripped his dick and moved her hand in the way she’d learned he liked, and all thoughts of anything other than getting inside her fled his head.

“Condom,” he managed to say between gritted teeth.

She giggled and turned in his arms to reach for the nightstand drawer. She pulled out the box and emptied it onto the bed. One packet fell out. What had felt like an overly optimistic purchase had proven to be quite the necessity.

“Lucky last.” Harper grinned, tearing the packet open with her teeth and giving Logan a saucy wink.

Harper’s hands were torture on his dick as she sheathed him in the latex, smoothing her hand over his length.

“Fuck, princess. I need you,” Logan ground out, hands gripping her hips and lifting her into place.

“My panties?—”

“Don’t care.” Logan pulled the lace to one side and slid two fingers into her tight, wet heat, making sure she was ready for him. His thumb sought her clit, moving in gentle circles around the sensitive nub.

Harper gasped and moaned, grinding herself down on his hand.

“You’re ready to come on my cock, aren’t you?”

She nodded and his hand stilled. “Yes! Yes! I want to come on your cock,” she cried out.

Logan grinned and began moving his fingers again, Harper gasping and sighing as she sought her release.

“What if I’m not ready to give it to you, hmm?”

It was all lies. He was practically climbing out of his skin with wanting to slide inside her, but he wanted this to be good for Harper. And he’d learned that she loved him talking when he was touching her like this, so he kept going.

“You don’t get my cock until you’ve come on my fingers, princess. Can you do that for me?”

“Oh god, Logan.” She was a delicious mess; hair disheveled, breasts heaving with her ragged breathing, hips rolling to take everything she could get from his fingers.

He looked down, the sight of his hand on her pussy, fingers inside her, almost making him regret not letting her ride his dick.

Almost. But not quite.

He moved his hand slightly, grinding his palm against her clit and curling his fingers until he found the spot that had her back straightening. She threw her head back, hair draped over his arm and panted his name as she tightened almost painfully against his fingers.

“Oh, Logan!” She cried as she came, hands clutching at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin.

A part of him hoped she’d mark him so he’d have something to remember her by. A visible mark of what they’d done. That she’d been in his life, however briefly, and changed him.

She collapsed against his chest, and he slid his fingers free, licking the taste of her from his skin with a wicked smile. Harper huffed a laugh, her cheeks going pink and not meeting his eyes.

She was adorable like this. One minute screaming her pleasure as she rode his hand, the next blushing like a virgin. He loved finding what made her tick.

“Ready for me, princess?” He asked against her ear, biting the lobe gently to make her shiver.

“Yes.”

He lifted her boneless body up to notch his rigid cock against her entrance. The anticipation of what was to come had him holding back, just as it had her wriggling against him as she tried to impale herself on his thick length.

“Logan,” she whined, a petulant expression on her face. “Come on.”

Logan squeezed her ass with his fingers, reveling in the way her curves felt under his hands. “Patience, Harper.”

“I’m not fucking patient!”

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