Page 28 of Strictly Yours

I moan as I lean back to admire the perfection between her legs once again. Tight and glistening, her pussy’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. It’s pink, swollen, and soaked from my mouth. It looks like it was made to be fucked. Made to take every thick inch I have for her.

My whole jaw is wet with her honey and her delicious taste on my tongue is making my obsession grow deeper. I can smell her arousal with every deep breath I take. I don’t think I could live without her. Not anymore. I don’t know how I survived this long without this beauty in my life.

Those sexy hazel eyes are watching me as she plays with her tits, her lustful gaze roaming over my shoulders and arms, dipping down to my cock.

Her white sundress is bunched up around her waist, her tits rising and falling with every panting breath. Her nipples are hard, her chest flushed, her lips parted and glossy from our last kiss. She’s the picture of wrecked innocence.

And I’m not even close to being done. She’ll sleep for a week when I’m done pleasuring her.

I reach up and grab her sunflower dress, pulling it over her head and tossing it aside.

Now, she’s completely naked on my couch, glowing in the firelight like a goddess.

She’s so fucking beautiful it hurts.

And she’s mine.

I still can’t believe that amazing fact. Only I get to experience her like this. Only I get to touch her and kiss her and taste her. Only me. Forever.

No one else.

They’ll never see this angel in the flesh looking this sinfully sexy. No one but me will ever touch her here. No one will ever taste this succulent sweetness between her legs. No one will ever make her cry out or make her fall apart.

It will only ever be me.

And I couldn’t be more grateful. That she waited, that she’s giving herself to me, that she trusts me enough to let me take control.

I dip my head back down and kiss her clit, slow and soft. She moans and starts rolling her hips as I lick a long, teasing stroke up the length of her soaked folds, flattening my tongue against her pussy and growling like a man possessed.

Because I am.

I swirl around her entrance, teasing her tight little virgin hole, flicking and sucking until her whole body starts to shake.

“Logan—oh fuck—I’m gonna?—”

I seal my mouth over her clit and suck hard, just as I slide a finger into her slick heat. She cries out and arches off the couch, her thighs locking around my head.

She cums like an angel—loud, reckless, shaking, and screaming my name like it’s the only word she’s ever known.

I lap up every last drop her pussy gives me, watching her and memorizing every stunning detail.

After the heated bliss is done traveling through her body, I lift her into my protective arms and cradle her to my chest. Her eyes are all glassy with lust and she’s still trembling and dazed, not knowing what just happened.

I hold her close as I kick off my pants from around my ankles, and then I carry her to the bedroom. Her arms wrap around my neck and she tucks her face into my jugular. Her soft moans wash against my heated skin.

I’m in love.

I don’t want her to ever leave my place. I want her to move in. I want to wake up to her beautiful sleeping face and come home from work to her dazzling smile.

I want to tell her all that, but now’s not the time. I have a job to finish.

I lower her onto my King-sized bed, take one long look at her, and then I grab the fireplace remote. One click and the flames roar to life, bathing her naked body in golden light.

She opens her legs for me. No hesitation. No fear. Just trust. Just want.

She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

Her gorgeous hair is spread across my pillows. Her lips are parted and puffy from my rough kisses. Her gorgeous breasts rise and fall with every quick breath she takes. Her thighs are slick, her pussy is glistening, and her legs are still twitching from the intense orgasm I rocked her with.

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