LAUREN
Lauren couldnât say what Loganâs apartment looked like. It was a blur behind her as he pushed her through the door, ripping her jumper from her body, lifting her onto his waist, and pressing her onto a wall.
His mouth clashed with hers, his lips tugging hers, his kiss creating a heat inside her that she couldnât escape. Not that she wanted to.
He was all muscle and power, taking her body as his with a dominance that made her pussy leak. She yanked his shirt back off him and ran greedy fingers over the mounds of his shoulders and chest.
She felt like a teenager again, her body overwhelmed with passion. She hadnât been so desperate for a cock since then, but that had been hormones, this wasnât. It was all him. All chemistry, a magnetism that made her crave him.
It was like her body had forgotten it had just orgasmed in his office. It was still starving for more, the promise of release dancing on the string of tension between them.
His large hand gripped the back of her head, scrunching her hair in its grasp. Tugging at his waistband, she undid his belt and button with shaky hands and rushed fingers that couldnât move fast enough.
He didnât let her mouth go, his lips relentlessly meeting hers, foreshadowing, teasing her core with what he was going to do to her. His grinding pelvis rubbed the seam of her jeans against her, making her thrust back into him.
Reaching down, he pulled her shoe off before carrying her through whatever room they were in. She kicked off the other one on the way just as he pushed her through a door that led to his room.
Not that she could see it to be sure, that would involve tearing her lips away from his, but she smelled it, him. His spicy aftershave filled her senses more than it already had, clouding her body in an intoxicating mist of Logan Hawke.
It was better than the whiskey taste on his tongue.
He lowered her onto his bed, and she sank into it while watching him step out of his pants. Her eyes were fixed on his boxer briefs, on the hard object underneath them. His manhood strained against the fabric, and her mouth went dry at the hint of his girth.
Then her eyes shifted to his as he climbed over her, grabbed the hem of her jeans, and pulled them off along with her panties.
He was way too good at that.
Or, maybe her jeans were also on the get-fucked-by-this-man-right-now bandwagon, the normal awkward scramble to get out of them gone.
When he climbed over her again, she arched into the kisses he pecked over her breasts still hidden under the fabric of her bra, then she tucked her leg around his and rolled him onto his back, climbing onto his waist.
He smirked as she flipped her hair away from her face. He seemed completely at ease with her taking control of the situation, his fingers brushing over the skin of her thighs. She grinned down at him.
âI owe you a mouth fucking,â she said and went to slip down his body, but he leaned up, gripping her chin in between his index finger and thumb.
His eyes caught hers, and the intensity in them made her pause. âNo,â he said. âYou never owe me for the pleasure I give you. Do it because you want to. No other reason.â
She swallowed hard. If she hadnât wanted to do it before, she did now.
How was he allowed to be so hot, so rich, and so good in bed?
Oh, to have it all in life. It must be so easy for him.
Lauren leaned in and kissed him before sliding out of his grasp and down his body. His cock sprung up as she pulled the briefs down, and she licked her lips, taking in the sight of him.
His manscaping was perfect, no surprise there, but the slight bend in his cock shocked her, as did its thickness. The bend because it greatly resembled the shape of her vibrator, and the thickness because sheâd never had one that was so girthy.
Her pussy clenched, dripping with anticipation, but she wanted to give him some pleasure now. Wrapping her fingers around the base of his cock, she smiled when he hissed, a sharp breath pulling in between his teeth. Then she brought her eyes to his.
âI would never do something in bed that I didnât want to do, Hawke,â she said, lowering herself to his tip. âDonât worry, I know what I want.â
She took him into her mouth, and he groaned, his breath hitching while her tongue swirled over his thick shaft and licked at his leaking tip. Sliding her mouth down and taking as much of him as she could to the back of her throat, she moaned.
The vibrations did their trick against his cock, making the muscles in his thighs tighten beneath her fingernails. It was her turn to have control, so she dug her fingers into his legs, taking pleasure in the noises he made because of her.
His hands found her shoulders as his hips thrust his dick deeper into her throat. She gagged, fucking him with her greedy mouth, and his salty want seeped out, coating her tongue. It only took a few deep sucks for her to sense his desperation.
He took rapid and shallow breaths as she used her mouth on him. Then he surged forward, gripping her head and pulling her hair out of the way.
âThat mouth was made for my dick,â he groaned, placing his hands on both sides of her face and tugging it up. âAnd youâre going to make me break my promise if you keep torturing me with it.â
When her mouth was off him, he grabbed her arms and pulled her into a straddling position above his waist. Smirking, he tapped his tip against her sensitive entrance.
In response, Lauren lifted her hips, her fingers digging into his abdomen, her nails leaving marks behind. She sank onto him, a throaty sigh escaping from her lips as he filled her.
âYour dick was made for my pussy,â she moaned.
His eyes didnât leave her face as he gripped her waist and thrust into her. She held his gaze for as long as she could, but his cock was so precise, its curve carving a direct line to her G-spot, she fell against his damp body, crying out as he worked his magic.
The strokes were fast and hard, but he was not like her usual jackhammer jackasses who didnât care about aim. No, Logan Hawke had likely never missed a target in his life. He found her sweet spot every time.
And he created so much tension inside her she didnât know where it ended and the pleasure started.
She grabbed what she could of her control and made sure she kept up, holding her own by rolling her hips against his and kissing him with soft lips and a long tongue.
He groaned into the kiss, cursing against her lips as she met him thrust for thrust. Her thighs burned as she rode him, but that only caused her orgasm to build more, the pain mixing with the pleasure.
Logan grabbed her hair, entangling it in his fingers before pulling it back and kissing down her newly exposed neck. The tension on her scalp further built her threatening release, and he grinned when she gasped.
Pressing his lips against her ear, he whispered, âYouâre not as innocent as you look, are you?â
She shuddered, shaking her head. âShow me what youâve got, Sir,â she said, tugging his lip with her teeth.
His eyes narrowed, and his look told her of his dangerous plans for the night. Despite the cold tingle rising up her spine, excitement spiked in her core.
He was going to fuck her up, and she couldnât wait.