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Logan
As if I’ve given her permission to accept the truth, Penelope grasps the front of my shirt and hauls my mouth down to hers. My hands are on her, moving frantically as if my mind can’t decide where they should be.
I contemplate taking it slow for her, like our first time, but our innocence is long gone. In its wake, we’re ravenous and desperate to make up for lost time. To complete the parts of each other we’ve longed and mourned for.
Our lips touch only briefly before our tongues are battling for attention.
“More,” she demands on the tail end of a gasp between sweet, heated licks. “Please, Logan. Everything.”
I discard her dress in a blink once I pull it over her head. Her hands fly across my body, just as greedily, but I pull away from her with a single command, “Sit.”
Penelope’s ass hits the mattress so fast, she looks back at it in shock.
The chuckle I give is more of a rumble, and her toes curl into the carpet with anticipation. “You give so much of yourself to everyone else, but tonight, I want you to be selfish. Take the pleasure I openly give you and know that it comes with no strings attached.”
She nods through a shiver, and those tantalizing breasts of hers strain against the top of a simple black bra that matches her thin panties. She wants to fight for dominance–it’s in the set of her jaw and the way her fingers dig into the comforter. But her legs are already parting, her pussy so needy and likely pulsing with desire that I’m eager to taste.
I grab the hand that shoots out, grappling for the button on my shorts. “Sit on your hands.”
She tucks them beneath her thighs, and her obedience has blood pounding toward my already aching cock. “I want you desperate for me to fuck you, Pen. Writhing for release only I can give.”
“Touch me,” she rasps, but the request is heady and salacious, like she’s hell-bent on getting what she wants, and I’m the man who’s going to give it to her.
“With pleasure.” I make quick work of unsnapping her bra, but my fingertips linger on her silky skin, tracing nonsensical patterns between her shoulder blades, across her collarbones, and then feathering down to the sides of her small, perky breasts.
“I’m consumed by you in a way that terrifies me,” I say, exploring her hourglass figure and loving the way her stomach rounds slightly above the apex of her thighs, both soft and uniquely feminine. “You’re my obsession in every sense of the word.” I knead her nipples, reveling in how she arches for me. “You’re the keeper of my heart, my greatest dream, and there’s no greater pleasure I could seek than yours.”
Penelope licks her pouty red lips, making me feel like a god captured by that sex-heady stare. “Take from me, please. I’m yours.”
I trace her lower lip with the tip of my thumb, just to prove she’s real. That this incredible woman is truly sitting before me. “Say it again.”
“I’m yours, Logan.”
My eyes flutter closed as those words settle around my heart, taking up twelve years of empty space.
I remove my shirt, tossing it on top of her dress, and when those bright, beautiful eyes fall from my chest to the outline of my cock, I languidly stroke it for her.
“We’ve got a lot of making up to do.” I step back until I’m across the room, watching as she squirms. Desperate whimpers slip from her lips as I distance myself. “Are you wet for me, sunshine?”
Her head bobs while I continue stroking myself, teasing us both. “Show me with your hand.”
Immediately, she tugs her thong out of the way, then widens her slit enough to show the pool of glistening liquid waiting for me. She relaxes her head back, sighing at the ceiling as she rubs her entrance with two fingers, split in the shape of a V.
“Stop,” I rasp, and she halts instantly. “Good girl.”
Molten heat snaps within her gaze when it falls back to mine. “I like that.”
“Being praised?” I ask, breathless from edging myself.
“Yes.”
I pop the button loose on my shorts and undo the zipper halfway.
“Well then, be a good fucking girl and get on your hands and knees for me.”
Her shins hit the carpet, breasts bouncing temptingly before she assumes all fours. My body shudders at how captivating she is with her predatory stare trained on her prize.
“That’s it.” Anticipation hastens my breaths, each one quicker, more eager than the last as I wait for her. “Crawl for me, Penelope.”
