Page 79 of The Lost and the Found

I felt him smile before he nipped at the tender skin on the inside of my thigh, just before he moved his mouth back to my center and suckled the lips of my sex.

The inner muscles my of thighs clenched, and it was taking everything in me not to fall over the edge. God, this felt so good.

“Logan,” I said, running my fingers through the soft strands of his hair, feeling the rough scruff on my sensitive skin.

He swirled his tongue across my opening before going back to cover the entrance with his mouth, sucking on the drenched flesh every once in a while, before moving back up and flicking my clit with his tongue.

My fingers tightened around his hair, pulling while my stomach muscles tightened in the most delicious way.

He moved back down and lapped at my arousal, licking me clean, before looking back up at me, his eyes dark.

“Every inch of this delectable body is mine. Do you hear me, Hayden? Every single fucking inch of you. Mine.”

He almost growled that last part. And here was the part where I should have been running. But I wasn’t.

Instead, I was getting even more aroused from his words.

“Yes, Logan,” I said, breathlessly.

He nodded, satisfied, and went back to eating me like the hungry man he was, proving to me that, yes, every single inch of my body belonged to him.

Then he used his fingers once again, and I was done for. I fell off the edge without any qualms, letting him prolong my sweet, sweet surrender with every kiss, and lick, and touch.

My hair clung to my sweaty forehead, and I realized I was just lying there with the bottom half of my body exposed. I tried to get up and find something to cover myself with, but Logan stopped me with a gentle moved of his hands. I looked at him questioningly, and he smirked. “My turn.”

He unbuckled his belt and let it fall with a clang onto the hardwood floor. At one point during my orgasm, he must have taken his shirt off, because Logan’s bare chest was displayed in front of me, everything from the rock-hard abs to his defined pecs and broad shoulders.

He was perfect.

Then he tugged down his pants and my attention moved elsewhere. I licked my lips and Logan’s eyes honed in on it. I had never been more aware of my movements than I was then.

He stood in front of me in nothing but a pair of white boxer briefs, his penis so noticeably engorged that I was surprised it didn’t burst free from the thin fabric covering him.

“What are you doing?” I asked. And would I be able to touch him? I didn’t say that last part out loud, but lord did I hope it.

“Getting off on the sight of you,” he answered casually, as if he was just answering a mundane question about the weather. “Lift your shirt, baby. I want to see those mouth-watering tits. I want to jerk off to the sight of you touching yourself.”

I let out a deep breath before I did as he asked.

“Remove the bra, sweetness.”

After only a moment of hesitation, I followed his orders. I unbuckled the bra and pushed it up with my shirt. Logan eyes never strayed from mine, and I had the urge to cover myself before he could see, which was ridiculous, considering my pants were gone.

I was as exposed to Logan as I could be.

The thought was as unnerving as it was arousing.

He pulled his boxer briefs down and my eyes widened comically when I got a good look at Logan’s penis for the first time.

God, he was beautiful.

And big.

I licked my lips and Logan shot me a small smile before grabbing himself and moving his hand up and down the length. I couldn’t look away. The sight of Logan pleasuring himself was too much.

I wanted to do it for him, yet I didn’t want to move, afraid he might stop if I did.

“Touch yourself,” Logan hissed, his thumb rolling over the tip as some pre-cum made its way out.

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