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I lick my lips, ablaze with hunger. Fuck.
I pull the dress off her, and she helps me by taking off my shirt and then her underwear until she lies exposed before me. I take a moment, running my hands over her body, savoring the soft touch of her skin under my fingertips.
“There’s a mirror on the ceiling.” Her eyes widen as she notices it.
“Do you like watching yourself? Seeing how beautiful you are, how beautifully your body responds to me?” I lift the champagne glass and drip some onto her body, smiling at the sight of her shivering skin. The cool liquid makes her nipples pucker.
I glance up at the mirror. Sloane looks back at me, her eyes wide with desire, her smooth skin glowing. She is simply stunning. The erotic sight makes my already hard cock throb with need.
“Logan.”
“Yes, baby?”
“I want you.”
“Let me enjoy you first,” I rasp. I lean down and lick the champagne from her breasts, biting one nipple between my teeth and rolling the sensitive peak with my tongue.
She cries out, and I chuckle.
“The window between us is tinted, but if you scream, the driver can hear you.”
“Then maybe you should stop.”
Never. “Forget it. Scream as much as you want. I’ll kill him later.”
She laughs, and I give her another pull with my teeth. I nibble and suck at the tender bud, her laughter quickly turning into moans and sighs, breathy, needy sounds that make my blood burn. They are like music to my ears.
I treat the other nipple similarly, lavishing it with the same attention, and after long minutes, I make my way down, tracing a path with my tongue all the way to her legs, taking my place on my knees before her glistening sex.
She clutches my shoulder, trying to hurry me along. I love it—the impatience, her need for me.
I pour a bit more champagne over her clit, and she jumps.
“Logan, you’re making a mess of the limousine,” she tries to scold me, but it comes out breathless.
“I’ll buy a new one,” I growl. “Anything to drink champagne straight from paradise. I’m beginning to understand what Adam and Eve did that got them kicked out.”
I run my tongue all over her, lapping at her sweetness like a man starved, passing over her opening and lightly sucking her clit. I flatten my tongue and lick a long stripe up her slit. Her unique taste mixes with the champagne on her skin. It’s intoxicating.
I add two fingers, insert them inside her, and fold one, curling it just right, stroking that secret spot deep within her.
“Logan, yes. God, right there,” she cries out, her voice breaking on a moan.
Her legs quiver, and her back arches off the seat. “I’m almost there, almost…” she moans, her words dissolving into incoherent gasps.
I increase the pace of my tongue’s flicking, applying pressure to help her reach her peak, and as she clenches around my fingers in fluttering spasms, pulls at my hair, and her legs wrap around my face, my body tingles with primal satisfaction.
“Fuck, making you come on my face and scream my name has become my new favorite hobby,” I groan as I lift my head, my voice gravelly.
“More than Taekwondo?” she pants, still trying to catch her breath.
“In fights, people screamed my name…” I laugh. “That’s heady for different reasons. No doubt you surpass them.” I smirk up at her.
She pulls me into a kiss, deep and caressing. Our tongues tangle, tasting her essence on my lips. Her hands are already busy undoing my belt, and I moan as she frees my cock and wraps her fingers around it.
“Now it’s my turn,” she declares with a mischievous glint in her eye. She pushes me onto the limousine seat until I’m sprawled back against the leather and takes the tip into her mouth. Her plush lips wrap around me, slick and scorching hot.
“Fuck!” I grunt, my head falling back at the exquisite sensation.
