Page 97 of Hearts Storm

The pleasure builds rapidly as Logan works me with his mouth and fingers. I’m lost in a haze of sensation, my hips bucking against his face as he curls his fingers inside me, finding that perfect spot, stars exploding, blurring my vision.

I whimper, threading my fingers through his hair, holding him against me as I fuck his mouth.

Increasing his pace, his tongue circles my clit, pumping his fingers faster, pushing the pressure of my climax to an unbearable peak, muscles seizing as I teeter on the edge of sanity.

“Come for me, Angel,” he growls, breath hot against my folds.

The command in his tone topples me over the precipice. My thighs squeeze, hands clenching in his hair as waves of pleasure crash over me. I have to bite down on my lip to keep from screaming as my climax rips through me, leaving me trembling and breathless.

But Logan doesn’t stop, slowing to a gentle lap of his tongue against my sensitive bud, drawing out every last tremor until I’m squirming away.

With one final lick, he pulls back, lips glistening with my arousal.

Rising to his full height, he broods down at me. Gaze locked with mine, he shrugs off his captain’s jacket and tosses it onto his desk chair.

Next, he practically rips at the buttons of his shirt before yanking it off his shoulders, flinging it on top of his jacket.

My mouth goes dry at the sight.

Holy. Balls.

I swear he’s gotten bigger since the last time I saw him like this. If that’s even possible.

Corded muscle flexes in his forearms and biceps as his hands drop to his belt, fingers slowly working at the buckle, making my pulse hammer an erratic beat in my throat. Lowering his zipper, he shoves his pants down along with his boxer briefs.

“You sure about this, Angel?” His voice is rough, wrecked, but his eyes—piercing and green—are locked on mine with an intensity that pins me to the desk like a butterfly under glass as he gives his cock a couple of slow, lazy tugs.

Lifting my hands to my breasts, I palm them, pushing them together before pinching my nipples. A sharp, sweet jolt of pleasure-pain shoots straight to my core, and I can’t help the small, breathy moan that escapes my lips.

“Are you?” I murmur, spreading my legs.

As my thighs fall open, something dark and feral flashes across his face.

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All I can do is drink her in as Reyna bares herself to me completely. Her cunt glistens with a combination of her cum and my saliva, and it’s taking everything in me not to wrap my hand around her throat and shove my cock deep inside her.

Her white-blond hair shimmers in the moonlight streaming through my office window. An emotion I’m not ready to address tightens something in my chest as I position myself between her legs.

Eyes glazed with lust, she reaches for me, and I give in. Leaning down, my lips meet hers. Softly at first, but it takes only a few seconds before my carnal instincts kick in and our tongues are in a battle of wills. Sliding and twisting. Teeth nipping before she sucks my tongue into her mouth.

Jesus. A second ago, my cock was rock hard, but now it’s hard as steel. Pre-cum leaks from the tip as I drag my lips down the side of her neck, pausing to bite the soft place where it meets her shoulder.

She moans when I sweep my tongue over the bite, soothing the sting as I shift, notching my dick at her entrance. She’s so fucking wet, the head of my cock slips easily through her slick folds.

I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to slam home. My abs clench, every muscle in my body screaming at me to take, claim, ruin.

“Logan,” she groans, voice breaking on my name. “Fucking get inside me already.”

The combination of my name and her dirty words snaps whatever restraint I had left, and I shove inside her in one brutal thrust.

Her mouth falls open in a silent scream, eyes going wide as I bottom out. The heat of her swallows me whole, clenching around my cock like a vise. Fuck. She’s tight. So tight it almost hurts.

“Jesus Christ,” I hiss through clenched teeth, forehead dropping to hers. “You feel like fucking heaven, Angel.”

Her nails dig into my shoulders, blunt and desperate, as her body stretches around me. I give her a second—just one—to adjust before I pull back and drive in again.

Broken moan spilling from her lips, she arches into me and I swallow it whole, tongue sweeping against hers as my hips find a punishing rhythm. Each thrust rocks the desk, sweeping pens and papers scattering to the floor with every snap of my hips.