Auctioned to the Bad Boy CEO

Logan slipped his fingers under the elastic of the tiny bit of lace that covered up her pussy, and grunted his approval at the wetness which greeted him. Her fingernails dug into his skin, and Hannah jerked when he slipped one long finger into the tight clasp of her body.

“Hmm, what have we here, Mrs. Bryce. Is this all for me?” He pulled back slightly to see her expression. Head thrown back, eyes shut, Hannah’s breath came in short gasps that turned into a long drawn out moan when he added a second finger and thrust those digits in and out of her channel, curling them until he found that little raised patch he was looking for.

Hannah went wild in his arms when he did. Arms and legs clasped around him, she rode his fingers. It was beyond hot to see her chasing her release with such utter abandon. He trailed kisses down her throat, licked across her magnificent chest, and using his teeth yanked the top of her corset down. One of her heavy breasts fell out, her nipple hard and begging for his touch. When Logan sucked that cherry red nub into his mouth and bit down, Hannah tensed and tumbled over that edge. Her internal walls squeezed his fingers, and she gushed her arousal over his digits.

Incoherent sounds came from his girl’s lips, as she continued to jerk in the aftershocks of her release. Logan released his hold on her breast, grazing his teeth along that stiff peak, and Hannah tensed some more.

“God, I love how responsive you are, little dove. I need to be in you.” Logan ground the words out through clenched teeth, withdrew his fingers, grasped hold of the delicate lace in his way, and tugged. The fabric gave way with an audible rip, and he had clear access to her sensitive flesh.

“Yes, Logan, I…”

Whatever else she was going to saw was lost in her sharp inhale as he yanked her butt off the sideboard, and end of his shaft in one hand, ran the tip of his erection through her wet slit. He bumped the engorged bundle of nerves on the top of her hood. Hannah dug her fingernails into his skin, locked her thighs around him, and ankles crossed behind his ass, lifted up just enough so that he could impale himself inside of her on the downstroke. Like a warm, wet fist her internal muscles closed around him, and they both groaned as he grasped hold of her butt cheeks and propped her up against the wall. The couple of steps required to achieve that, lodged him even deeper inside of her, and Logan saw stars.

“Christ, I won’t last five minutes this time.”

A giggle erupted from the woman is his arms, and his dick jerked as she clamped down at him at the same time. He squeezed her butt, and lifted her off him, until only the tip of his length remained at her entrance.

“Are you laughing at me, girl?” He pulled her back down his length, locked his knees, and started to thrust in earnest. Laughter turned to moans, and Logan lost the ability to do anything but feel, as Hannah went over that edge before him. The rhythmic ripples along his shaft sent him, too, into the abyss of pleasure. With his head buried in her neck, he thrust in deep and stayed there, roaring out his pleasure, as his dick twitched inside the tight clasp of his wife’s body. Legs like jelly, they gave way, and he allowed them both to slide down the floor, until they ended up in an undignified heap of limbs and wet clothing on the stone floor. How long they stayed there, he would never know, but eventually the cold creeping into his butt and the shivers wracking his bride got through to his mush for brains that impromptu fuck fest had left him in. His softened cock slid from her silky embrace. He caught Hannah’s moan of denial in the kiss he gave her, until the shivers which appeared to wrack her body brought him to his senses.

“Forgive me, you’re frozen. Let’s get you out of this.”

Chapter Nine

Hannah wanted nothing more than to stay in his arms, but Logan was a man on a mission. He ignored her protests, and having pulled her off the floor, picked her up again as though she weighed no more than a feather.

He hushed her protests with a shake of the head, and firm admonishment to watch herself, as he started to climb the winding, narrow, wooden staircase.

She clung on tight, ducked when he told her to, and got a fleeting impression of several charming, rustic rooms before they reached the top of the tower. Logan appeared barely out of breath, and she had to marvel at his strength as he set her on her feet inside one of the most delightful bedrooms Hannah had ever seen.

It was dominated by the king size wooden bed in the middle of the room. A rollover old fashioned bath stood in one corner, next to a wooden chest of drawers, on which several fluffy bath towels were piled. She recognized her suitcase in the corner of the room, and her gaze traveled upwards over the myriad of beams that crossed the ceiling. The warm colors of the décor were reflected in the deep red and brown hues of the bedspread and added to the whole, rustic feel of the room.

“Here, wrap this around your shoulders, and I’ll run you bath.”

Logan flung a towel around her shoulders, and she sank into the fluffy material with a grateful sigh. While it was considerably warmer up here, her wet dress chilled her skin now that the aftereffects of her earlier orgasms had worn off, and she felt bereft without Logan’s warm body surrounding her. Much to her dismay he wrapped a towel round his hips, which spoiled her view somewhat, but the byplay of his muscular shoulders and back, as he made short work of running her that bath provided more than enough ogling material. The angel tattoo across his shoulder blades almost appeared to come to life, and Hannah swallowed her sigh.

Theirs might not be a love match, but to be married to this hunk, and to have the right to ogle his physique whenever she chose to, let alone the fantastic sex were more than enough compensation.

Logan smirked when he caught her checking him out, and gently tugged the towel out of her grasp.

“Let’s see how this works, ah, turn around for me, sweetheart.”

His warm hands on her damp skin left shivers of awareness in their wake, as he slowly and carefully peeled her out of her dress. The sodden material fell to the floor, and Logan pulled in a sharp breath when she stood in front of him in nothing but her corset and stockings.

She suppressed a giggle when he muttered something that sounded suspiciously like a plea for divine strength. Her amusement fled the building, however, when he pulled her close and she felt the hard evidence of his arousal against her back. She grew wet for him all over again, and groaning, Logan ran his hand through her pussy lips.

“Such a fucking turn-on, but I promised to warm you up, so the bath it is.”

“Spoilsport, there

are other ways, and we have this lovely big bed right here.” She panted her reply, because he’d turned her again to face him, and the way he was tenting that towel while his dark-eyed gaze devoured her made her tingle all over.

She took a step back until her legs hit the side of the bed, and she fell backward. His gaze immediately zeroed in between her legs, and she deliberately opened them wide.

“Fuck, yes, open them wider. Let me see that sweet cunt.”

Logan’s dirty words pitched her need for him higher still, and the most sinful smile spread across his face when she complied.

“Beautiful. Put your heels on the bed, hold onto your ankles and let your knees fall open. Can you do that for me?”