“Mine,” he says when he is finished, and he pulls back to look at what he has done.
“Proud of yourself now?” I smart off.
He smirks. “Fuck, yeah; people will know that you are taken.”
“Just by this?” I point to my neck.
He grinds down on me, pressing his hard-on against the juncture of my thighs, making me moan from how nice it feels.
“No. I will do more, soon.” He winks.
Before I can ask what he means, he is on the move, pushing my shirt up, kissing my torso, and licking my belly button.
“Oh, why does that feel so good?” I pant.
Logan grins up at me with those sexy bedroom eyes and I am a freaking goner.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CRASH
My cock is thick and heavy in my pants. The greedy prick is wanting inside my girl like he has never wanted anything before.
Her body wriggles beneath my lips, as I kiss down her body, needing her taste on my tongue. My fingers slip over the waistband of her leggings, pulling them and her panties down her leg, as my lips leave a trail of hot kisses over her skin.
“Lower, Logan. Please.”
I chuckle when I swirl my tongue around her navel, and her breath hitches when I do.
“You want me here?” I tap my finger over her clit, making her whimper.
“Yes, please.”
“Fuck, I love the sound of you begging, baby. Your pussy is weeping for my tongue, and my cock.”
“As much as I love the dirty talk, Logan, I want that mouth to do so much more,” she pants, her voice demanding.
I swipe my tongue through her dripping cunt, from bottom to top, sucking on her clit when I reach it. Her back bows off thebed, her cries of pleasure filling my ears and spurring me on to make her cry out my name.
Dipping my finger into her pussy, she calls out my name, her juices coating my digits, while my tongue flicks and sucks at her clit.
Her fingers grip at the bedding under her, thighs tighten around my head, keeping just where she wants me, and fuck, I would happily stay here if it made her feel good.
“More.”
I give her more, adding two more fingers into her dripping pussy, the one that I am the only man to every stick a dick into. Then a thought rolls through my head like a freight train on broken brakes.
Shooting up the bed, I pin her arms above her head, causing her wide, shocked eyes to lock on me.
“Have you been with anyone else?” I try to keep my tone casual, but the ugly green beast inside is simmering below the surface.
“Are you freaking kidding me right now? Get off me.” She tries to buck me off, but I am stronger than her, so I hold firm.
“No. Fucking answer the question.”
“God, you’ve got some nerve. You were flirting with your ex-girlfriend in front of me, letting me believe that you were fucking her. So what if I fucked someone else? We were done, remember?” she snaps, fire raging in her eyes.
“I didn’t fuck her,” I growl.