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Logan removes his shirt in one swift motion, sending my heart rate jumping to a record pace. I let my eyes roam his body, his tanned skin and the defined abs with the thin trail of hair leading downward.
He narrows his eyes. “Are you going to undress, or do you want me to do it for you?”
I don’t have time to respond before he’s on top of me, tugging my dress off. He seems impatient, and I love it.
“You’re wearing panties today. What a shame.” His eyes travel over my choice of underwear.
I wasn’t wearing any when we went to the club, but how does he know that?
Fuck. I don’t think I want to know.
His fingers skim up my thigh, rising to the throbbing point between my legs. “Your panties are soaked,” he groans as he touches the thin lace. “You have no idea whatyou do to me.” He pushes the fabric aside and grazes my clit.
I lift my hips to help him, and he removes my underwear, shoving them in his pocket.
He studies me, surveying my body and fixing his gaze between my legs. I press them together.
He clasps my wrists in one hand and pins them above my head, his face close to mine. “Don’t you dare hide yourself from me, you hear? You’re gorgeous, and I want to enjoy looking at you.”
I nod because there’s no way I can get any words out at this moment.
“Now I promised you something, and I intend to deliver. After that, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll scream. Are you ready?”
I nod again, and in one swift move, he flips us over so that now I’m on top of him, lying with my face against his solid chest. “What are you doing?”
“Sit on my face,” he commands, his voice rough with desire.
“What?” I gape at him, my eyes wide.
“Don’t make me repeat myself, Sloane. Sit on my face now so I can eat you out properly.” He grips my hips and tugs me upward until my bare, glistening pussy hovers right above his hungry mouth. “Ride my tongue, Sloane.” His tongue darts out, flicking against my sensitive clit, and I jerk, gasping.
He’s still holding my hips, keeping me locked in place over his mouth, and continues his sensual assault, his tongue lashing, licking, and sucking my most intimate parts. Hethrusts his tongue deep inside me, and I nearly scream from the intense pleasure.
“Fuck, this is amazing... Can you even breathe?” I pant, my fingers digging into his shoulders.
“I told you to ride me, not ask unnecessary questions,” he scolds.
I obey, lost in a haze of lust. I gyrate my hips above him, grinding against his talented mouth. He continues mercilessly, devouring me, and when a deep groan escapes his mouth, it vibrates inside me.
The pressure in my lower abdomen grows, tightening like a coiled spring. I lose every ounce of shame and ride his face, chasing my pleasure.
“Logan,” I cry out, my head thrown back, “don’t stop. God, don’t stop.”
I pick up the pace. Close. I’m so close.
“I’m coming,” I shout as intense spasms rack my body, my inner muscles contracting, the explosive release hitting me with devastating force.
Waves of toe-curling pleasure course through my body, shattering me into a million pieces. I try to pull away, to stop the sweet torture of his relentless tongue, but he doesn’t let me, gripping me tighter and forcing me to ride out the peak to its mind-blowing end—to ride the crashing waves to the safe shore.
After the storm subsides, I roll off him and collapse on the bed, panting.
I have no air in my lungs. I have no coherent thoughts. I am nothing but a boneless pile of soft, pliant limbs.
He rises above me, his hair mussed and his chin slick with my juices, and kisses me, letting me taste myself on his lips. Imoan into his mouth, savoring my essence mixed with his unique flavor.
“I’ve never done that before,” I admit after he breaks away, propping himself up on his elbows above me.
“I’m glad I’m the first. Did you like it?” His lips curve into a sexy half-smile. A smile that has my stomach fluttering.
