Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 107508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“No moving.”
Her eyes flew open, and she stopped moving. There was that look of panic on her face, not from whether he’d hurt her, well ... a little ... but how he was going to make her scream. “I think you know the rules?”
Frozen, she gave him those begging eyes, and he wanted to eat her out for a goddamn two-week feast. Instead, he decided to eat her out and have her squirming into his mouth for mercy. And he’d let her scream, he decided. Just hearing her voice was going to make him come. Christ, little did she know that this was more torture for him than her.
“You’re going to need to beg.” His mouth twitched when he saw her eyes close briefly and her head sink further back into the pillow. Yeah, better lay back and relax, because he was taking his sweet ass time.
He kissed his way down her body, tongue tasting every inch of her delectable velvet skin until he reached her naked mound. Fuck, he loved that she kept herself shaved.
Her head moved back and forth as he took her in his mouth and sucked. Jesus, she tasted like paradise wrapped up in a bow. He groaned, the vibration making her shudder and her legs quiver. He pushed her legs up so her knees bent more.
“Wider.” That’s all he needed to say; she hadn’t forgotten. She parted her legs to the limit, and he moved in to start his feast, tongue rolling over her clit then sliding down into the wetness and back up again. He used his fingers to part her and sunk in deep, pushing his tongue up into her.
“Oh God, Logan. Stop.”
She wasn’t in pain. He could hear the pleasure in her voice. And if it pleased her, he would never stop. He ignored her pleas and swirled his tongue around her clit, feeling her tremble and her back arch up pushing herself further into his mouth. She was close. Fuck. He wanted her to come so he could swallow every inch of her.
“Please, honey. Please let me come.”
He couldn’t let that happen, not yet. He slipped his fingers into her and pumped hard and fast, but purposely avoided touching where she was burning for him to finish her off. Not yet.
“Eme, legs.” She was trying to close them, to find some sort of relief. “Open. Now.” She instantly obeyed hoping he’d give her a reward sooner. Not happening. He lived to see her writhe beneath him.
He moved up her body and heard her groan of frustration, but he wouldn’t let it deter him. She needed this just as much as he did. He stopped to circle his tongue around her nipples then continued upward until he was face-to-face to her half-lidded eyes.
“Let go, Emily.” He wanted her hands on him, touching him, setting him in flames like a fuckin’ city on fire. Her hands sunk into his hair, and he took her mouth, kissing her until she was gasping for breath. When he drew back, he saw the complete and utter submission, and if he wasn’t lying on the bed, he’d be on his goddamn knees. She did that to him.
“I’m making you come in my mouth. Then I’m fucking you until you come again.” He didn’t expect a reply; she could barely breathe by the way her chest was heaving beneath him.
By the time he reached her pussy, her hands were gripping tightly in his hair and her body was wiggling. He thought she’d come before he even reached his destination.
“Tilt for me.” When she pushed up with her pelvis and he stared down at that gleaming, naked pussy, he came a little bit, and it pissed him off. He was losing control, and fuck if that was happening. As his eyes roamed up her body to lock with hers; he knew that this woman could destroy him. He let go of his emotions to get her back; he never felt so vulnerable as he had in the last few weeks, but it was worth it.
He stared at her as she lay panting. “Logan?” It was a mix of begging and uncertainty.
“I love you, Emily. You don’t get to take that from me. Ever. No one does.” He saw her eyes light up with surprise, and then he went down on her and made her world spiral out of control, and fuck, did she scream.
When he entered her she was limp and pliable beneath him. “Legs.” He helped her slip them around his hips, and then he had his way ... Well, he always had his way, but it was all about her. Always. It was knowing what she needed and when. With her pleasure, came his. He went slow and took his time, building her up again until she was quivering then calling out his name as her body tensed and shook.
God, it was the most beautiful sight. Emily wrapped around him trembling, her lips against his, the sweet scent of her skin so close he tasted it. And when he released into her groaning her name, his hands interlocked with hers above their heads.
When Logan rolled over, he took her with him so her one leg was over top of his and her head was on his chest. He stroked her hair and closed his eyes, squeezing her to him.
“I’ve always loved you, Logan,” she whispered.
He smiled. “Eme, us ... We’re only broken when we’re apart.”
I woke to my face snuggled into the crook of his neck, hand resting on his chest and my legs entwined with Logan’s. The scent of him with each breath had my insides quaking and my stomach dropping. It felt warm and safe and protective.
Logan. It was hard to fathom that I was in his bed. My body sore but still wanting more of him. I inhaled deep, and my nipples brushed up against him. He was intoxicating, and I didn’t want to get out of bed ever, but another need pushed me to get up.