Page 5 of Reject Him

He grips her jawline and brings his forehead to hers. She can feel him tremble with need. “You can try to take charge all you want, but I’m telling you, darling, I’m not forcing you to do this. I’ll make it worth your while, however. Now lie down, or back out.”

She cocks her head to her side. “And if I don’t lie down?”

“Then I won’t fuck you with my tongue.”

She clenches her thighs together as a fire burns in her abdomen at his promise. Obeying, she sits on the bed and then lays her back against the silky comforter. The comforter is cold, but it only adds to her arousal.

She could. She could easily back out. But . . .

He drops to his knees and groans when she opens her legs willingly. Of course, willingly. The sight of the man between her legs, his glistening and hungry eyes, nearly has her coming undone. She knows what he finds there is wet and ready, and she wonders just how badly he wants it.

Leaning in, he flicks his tongue against her clit. It sends a jolt all the way up to her breasts, and she grabs them, kneading and pulling at her nipples. “Again,” she demands.

He growls and grips her thighs roughly. His next lick swirls around the bud of her clit, and she groans. He swirls again and repeats the process, and the fire in her abdomen burns hotter and hotter until she’s almost ready to cum.

“Hmm,” he hums against her. He flicks his tongue one last time, and she grips his head for more, more, more. He draws her clit into his mouth and sucks hard. It doesn’t take long for her to explode.

She writhes against the sheets and screams at the ceiling. “Don’t stop, don’t stop!” she begs. She rides the waves of intense pleasure, gripping his head tighter, digging her nails in to make sure he doesn’t move. She bucks against his mouth, and he takes it, riding with each thrust of her hips.

When the waves subside, he dips his head lower and slides his tongue into her opening that’s just begging for attention. Eme sits up a bit, watching, feeling, as his tongue slides in and out and flicks against her inner walls.

When he’s finished, he rises to his feet. His lips glisten with her juices, and she growls her pleasure at the sight. He grins and wipes at his mouth. “Has anyone ever told you that you taste divine?”

Eme cocks her head to the side again. “Not today.”

Logan’s smile broadens while he holds his cock at the base. He strokes once and then guides her mouth to it by placing a hand at the nape of her neck. “Suck,” he orders.

“No one orders me-”

Not letting her finish the sentence, he slams his cock into her mouth. A bead of precum came with it, and she groans at the taste of it. He grips her hair and shoves himself a bit deeper. “Fuck.” He pushes a little further only to find that she has no gag reflex. “Fuck, Eme.” He repeats the words until his cock is down her throat and her lips are touching the base. He tastes exactly as he smells, and it sends a pleasurable shiver across Eme’s body.

He strokes her hair, and she looks up at him, watching his hooded eyes peer back at hers. She slides out then back in. A shudder overcomes him, and she does it again and again, moving faster and faster until his grip on her hair tightens.

She clutches his ass, forcing him to move quicker, forcing him to fuck her mouth. She witnesses his abs ripple, feels his ass tighten, and knows he’s close to cumming. He shoves her mouth all the way down and growls, “Fuck,” another time. “Fuck!” He slowly pumps into her mouth and she can taste the cum spilling down her throat.

Leisurely, she slides her mouth off of him, and he releases her hair. “That was . . .” He doesn’t finish his sentence as she backs up along the bed.

He follows her, crawling along the mattress and hovering over her until her head hits the pillow. He brushes a strand of hair from her forehead and settles between her thighs. “Absolutely perfect,” he murmurs while pulling up her thighs and positioning his cock.

“Will you stop -”

He slams into her, and she moans loudly. “Stop what?” he taunts. “This?” he slams into her again. She grips his forearms and digs her nails into his skin.

“Again,” she begs when he stops. Her walls ripple around him, and she squirms. He dips his head and captures a nipple.

“Ask again,” he says around it, and she wonders if he’s saying it to make sure this is what she wants. The thought is touching, but her patience is again growing thin.

“Please,” she whimpers, needing more, needing him to ride her into the next climax.

He slams into her once more, moving at a rhythm. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

“Shut up and fuck me!”

Moving faster, he positions her legs higher and higher until he finds a sweet spot. She groans, letting him know that’s exactly where she wants him to be. The feeling of his cock stretching her walls, of the tip constantly rubbing her insides, nearly sends her over the edge.

The headboard of her bed begins to rock against the wall, and she peeks up at him only to find his eyes watching her every expression. “Oh,” she moans. “Oh my God.” The fire burns in her belly once more, waiting for that next rock, that next slam, that next sensation. It builds and swirls, and finally, it releases. Her walls pulsate around his cock, and he growls with pleasure.

But then, his canines elongate, and she panics.