And if he brushed his hard cock against her leg one more time, she was going to find the strength within her to flip him over on his back and fuck him until neither of them could move.
"Logan, please, just fuck me."
He laughed as he licked her neck, then pulled back and looked at her. "I'm crushed.
You're just using me."
Oh dear God. The man actually had a sense of humor. Only right now she didn't find him the least bit amusing. "Not funny. Fuck me, dammit, I'm dying here."
"Well, we can't have you dying, can we? Not until I've had my way with you." He leaned over and captured the hard peak of one nipple in between his teeth, then licked it, over and over again until she was ready to scream.
Maybe he'd stop if she did scream.
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For someone who kept a chilly countenance, his body was burning as it rested against hers. She couldn't help lifting her hips and rubbing her throbbing pussy against his strong thigh.
"Uh-uh, cher. Not yet." He pushed her hips back to the floor and held her while he laved her other nipple.
This was some kind of game to Logan. Wasn't he the least bit turned on? By his hard cock, she assumed he was aroused, but she swore he'd licked every inch of her skin by now, and she was more than ready for release.
Wasn't he?
The man was simply inhuman.
She shuddered against him, raking her nails over his back when he settled his long shaft between her legs. Kneeling, he teased her panty-clad sex by rubbing the tip of his cock against her. His forearms bunched, the muscles bulging, tightening with the effort of holding himself above her.
"Dammit Logan!" She sensed he liked to be in control, to have the upper hand, even in sex. He'd soon learn that once she wanted something, it wasn't wise to mess with her. She'd had quite enough of this teasing.
She slipped her hand into her panties and caressed her throbbing clit. Logan sat back on his heels and watched the movements of her hand.
He wasn't going to stop her. Instead, he was content to watch. His gaze took her heat level up several notches, reminding her of the way he'd watched her that night in the alley.
The same way she'd looked at him. The same way she'd gotten off while he fucked that redhead.
Only this time he was much closer, and had his cock in his hand, stroking it as she brought herself closer to orgasm.
"Let me see it," he said, motioning to her panties.
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"You want them off, you take them off."
His eyes flamed dark and smoky. Reaching for the thin straps at her hips, he tugged hard, leaving nothing left of her panties but a discarded scrap of silk and lace.
The air cooled her hot sex, but his gaze inflamed her.
"Rub your clit for me, baby. Let me see up close how you do it."
She did, anxious to feel the sparks that touching herself would provide. She petted the hardened nub gently, circling one finger around the hood, then pulling it back so she could stroke directly over the pleasure bud. Cream gushed forth as she brought herself ever nearer to the edge of reason.
When Logan slipped two fingers inside her cunt and began thrusting in and out, she knew she was going to lose it quickly.
Unable to hold back, she cried out as the orgasm hit. Her pussy clenched and gushed around his ever-moving fingers. She rode out the exquisite sensation until she was out of breath and shaking.
But still she managed to find the one word that would tell him what she needed.
"More."
Logan sucked in a quick breath, unraveling at Sophie's passion. If he wasn't careful, he could easily be swept away by her fiery nature. That he couldn't allow.
He had a tight leash on his control, but she made him want to break free and let everything out.
His cock thrummed with the need for release, his balls rising tight and hard against his body, filling with the come that he wanted to shoot within her tight sheath.
And he would, but he wanted to delay it as long as possible, knowing that every time he touched her he lost a little more of the hardened exterior he'd spent years perfecting.
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The free and easy way she shared herself with him, so totally and without reservation, blew him away. No woman had ever given so much without asking for anything in return.
Logan was afraid he was weakening. He was afraid that he wasn't going to be able to rein in his magic once he merged with her. The last time it had taken sheer force of will, and even at that he'd had to let some of it loose.
She made him want more from a woman than he'd ever wanted before. Why couldn't he just be satisfied with fucking her, getting off, and leaving? What was it about her that drove him to want to give her everything?
Seemingly unaware of his internal torment, she smiled up at him, then sat up and took his shaft between her small hands. She rolled her palms over every inch of him, pulling his cock slowly toward her full, eager lips.
Sweat beaded on his brow and he swiped it away, willing a cold rush of air to swirl around them.
Her eyes widened, and then she smiled as her tongue snaked out and licked away the drops of pre-come that had gathered on the head of his cock.
"Christ, Sophie," he murmured, at once wanting to pull away from her, and at the same time wanting to drive his shaft deep into the moist recesses of her waiting mouth.
Desire won out over common sense when she took him inch by inch between her lips, licking at the skin of his shaft until she couldn't take any more in. Then she held her breath and swallowed him, the gulping action squeezing his cock until he felt the tremors in his balls.
He pulled back, forcing himself to breathe, needing some clarity to think his way through this. The magic boiled to the surface, pushing at him, demanding release.
A release he refused to grant. The only release he'd allow would be the elimination of the pent-up desire he'd felt for Sophie all day and all night. That much, he'd allow.
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He cupped the back of her head and fed her his cock. "Suck me, cher. Take it all in and make me come."
Eagerly, she complied, until he couldn't hold back the rush of fluid. It catapulted from his cock with a rush, pouring into her eagerly sucking mouth. She took every drop, swallowing, massaging his balls until he had nothing left to give her.
And still, even after he'd withdrawn, he was hard for her.
He hadn't yet gotten what he wanted. To drive hard inside her wet pussy and make her scream.
That was the part he'd held back, this naked, body-to-body coupling that was more about emotion and a sharing of souls than it was about sinking his shaft into a willing cunt and getting off.
She
knew it, and she wanted it.
Impossible. He couldn't give her that without sacrificing his control. What she wanted and what she was going to get were two different things.
He poised between her legs, inhaling the sweet musk of her arousal, gazing at the come pouring from her slit.
And he paused, gathering his resolve to hold back.
"Give me everything, Logan," she whispered, as if she knew his every thought.
"Once it starts, I won't be able to stop it," he warned, wanting her to know that what she asked from him might not be what she could handle. "You have to decide, right now, if you can take it all."
"Everything you give me, and then some," she answered, no uncertainty in her voice.
"I'm a cold-hearted bastard, Sophie. I'm incapable of loving you, so if that's what you're after, you're going to be disappointed. All I can offer you is sex."
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Without hesitation, she answered. "I'm a grown woman, Logan, and capable of dealing with hurt. If my heart ends up broken, then it's my fault, not yours. But I want it all, and I want it now. Give me what you've never given another woman before."
He'd thought to push her away by telling her that he could never be what she wanted, what she needed, in a lover. He wasn't the candy, flowers and love notes kind of guy. No, that wasn't him at all. More like the fuck and run type. And that kind of man wouldn't suit Sophie at all.
She deserved so much better than him. Why couldn't she see that? Why couldn't she change her mind and make this easier on both of them?
"Please, Logan."
Christ! He should go. But goddammit, he was only human, at least most of him was.
And what she offered, he could no longer refuse. The last of his restraint torn away, he nestled between her legs, desperate to possess her completely. He slid his finger into her cunt and took her clit between his lips, his body on fire from her heat, her scent, the way she bucked against his mouth as he suckled and licked her.
She melted all over him, juices flowing through his fingers. He withdrew and slid them against her anus, needing to feel this part of her, too. Keeping his mouth firmly against her clit, he broke the barrier of her back hole with his soaked fingers, sliding them into her ass and fucking slowly. Her shrieks of delight as she flew over the edge only propelled him further into a near-delirium of sensation.
Every damn thing she did drove him crazy. The taste of her sweet come, the way her ass squeezed his fingers as she orgasmed around them, the moaning sounds she made when he brought her close to climaxing yet again. He felt like he'd been catapulted into some surreal alternate universe, his sanity slowly slipping away Withdrawing his fingers, he stepped away from her for the briefest of seconds to clean up, then drew her up and bent her over the sofa.