Never Look Back (Redemption Hills 3)

Her pussy throbbed and squeezed as she moaned my name.

“I told you that you would be mine, Aster Rose. I told you I was going to own this body. That I was going to fill you up and take you over. This body belongs to me.”

I went back to stroking her clit while her nails scratched and clawed at my shoulders.

She was feral.

Wild.

“Oh…Logan…please…I don’t think…”

“Don’t think, Aster. Let go. Give it to me. Everything you have.”

That time, when the second orgasm hit her, she cried out, and the sound of her pleasure banged against the walls.

I came with a rush, holding her by the inside of the thighs to press her down onto me while my cock throbbed and pulsed.

A bomb of pleasure detonated.

Blinding as it blazed through my being.

Paradise.

My arms tightened around her as we both came down.

As we gasped and panted.

I edged back, and the girl smiled at me in this way that pierced me all the way through. I leaned forward and gave her the sloppiest kiss. She laughed and wound her arms around my neck.

“I love you,” she murmured at the thrumming point of my pulse.

I held her as close as I could. “You are the meaning of it, Little Star.”

I jolted when my phone rang from the pocket of my jacket. I didn’t let her go as I scooted to the edge of the bed. I banded my arm around her waist to keep her against me as I leaned over so I could dig for it.

She giggled and held on tighter. “You can let me go, you know.”

“Nope, I can’t. You’re stuck with me now.”

My smile was too big.

She touched it like she felt the impact of it, too.

I glanced at the screen.

Dean.

My heart climbed into my throat, and anticipation beat a frenzied path through my veins.

Accepting the call, I pressed my phone to my ear. “Dean, what do you have?”

I didn’t waste any time with pleasantries.

“It might be nothing, but you said you wanted everything and anything.”

I could feel the worry travel through Aster’s body. I wound my arm tighter in a silent show of support.

My brave girl who’d only needed someone to remind her of who she was.