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“What did I promise?” He quirks an eyebrow.
“You said you’d make the most of every minute of our ride.”
“I didn’t say how. If you want something, you need to ask for it.”
I shake my head. Is he really doing this to me? “Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Please fuck me, Logan.”
He approaches me again and unzips his pants.
I tremble, my entire body coiled with anticipation as he frees his erect cock, and I lick my lips.
“I’d love to feel your mouth around me right now, but we’re short on time, and you asked me to fuck you. We’ll have to save the rest of the plans for next time.”
I nod.
“Turn around and press your hands against the glass.”
I follow his instructions, turning back to face the dizzying view of the glittering city below and pressing my palms against the cool glass. My heart hammers against my ribs, anticipation coiling tight in my belly.
Logan steps closer, crowding against my back, his tall frame enveloping me. Strong hands grip my hips as he nudges my legs apart with his knee, spreading my stance.
“Keep watching the view,” he orders, his hot breath fanning across the side of my neck and making me shiver.
I nod, my pulse skyrocketing as his nimble fingers find the hem of my dress and slowly drag the silky fabric upward, baring my trembling thighs inch by maddening inch to the chill air of the capsule. Cool air kisses my heated skin, and I suck in a sharp breath.
“Fuck, I love how responsive you are,” Logan groans, his blunt teeth nipping at my earlobe before soothing the sting with his tongue. “Already so wet for me, aren’t you? I can smell your arousal. I knew you’d love this, you naughty girl. Getting fucked in public, where anyone could see.”
I whimper, pushing my hips back into his touch as he rubs the swollen nub, my body practically vibrating with need.
Two thick fingers plunge inside me without preamble, pumping slowly as his thumb maintains its maddening pressure on my clit. He scissors and curls those long fingers, stroking along my inner walls until he finds the spot that makes me see stars.
“Logan, please,” I moan, my voice cracking on a sob of pleasure as he massages that sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside me.
Tension coils tighter in my lower abdomen with every thrust of his fingers, and I’m torn between the urge to grind down against his hand and the instinct to pull away from the intense stimulation.
“Please what, baby?” he coaxes, adding a third finger to stretch me further.
The filthy wet sound of my arousal as he finger-fucks me is obscenely loud in the otherwise quiet capsule.
“I need you... Ah! I need you inside me,” I pant, my skin flushed and tingling, my blood molten in my veins. “Please, I can’t... I need...”
Logan withdraws his fingers from my spasming core, and seconds later, I hear the distinctive crinkle of a foil wrapper tearing, and a bolt of pure, electric anticipation sizzles down my spine.
His erection nudges at my entrance, sliding through the wetness before catching on my rim. He rocks his hips, teasing me with barely-there pressure, coating himself in my slick arousal.
“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you look right now?” Logan rasps, his voice so low it vibrates through my bones. “Bent over and spread open for me. God, you’re so wet and ready. Trembling for it. Fuck, I could stare at you like this all damn night.”
“Logan,” I whimper, my fingers scrabbling against the fogged glass as I try to impale myself on his cock. But he seems content to drag this out, to tease me until I’m a babbling, incoherent mess. “Please, stop teasing. I need it. Please, I can’t…”
“Shh, I’ve got you,” he soothes, pressing tender kisses along the line of my neck. He circles his hips, letting me feel every throbbing inch, every ridge and vein. “I’ll give you what you need.”
And then, with a single powerful surge, he’s buried to the hilt inside me. I cry out, my back arching like a bow as he fills and stretches me, the breath freezing in my lungs from the exquisite burn.
“Fuck, you have the tightest, hottest little pussy,” Logan snarls through gritted teeth, his hands clamping down on my hips hard enough to bruise. “Like a fucking vise around my dick. God, you feel incredible. I never want to stop fucking this perfect pussy.”
