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Her pussy was drenched. In a perpetual state of arousal since she saw Logan walk in the door, she wasn’t surprised by this fact. Sitting back against the lounge, she spread her legs further a part. Tilting her head to the side, she brought her hand back out of her pants, and she heard him whimper. But when she touched his lips with those same fingers, he opened his mouth with a smile, closed his mouth over them, and sucked.
Withdrawing the wet digits, she sank them into her shorts, into her wet, aching pussy. A soft sigh of pleasure escaped her lips as she pushed inside and tightened the hot flesh of her inner walls.
The tension and heat radiating from Logan was palpable evidenced by the giant bulge in his pants as he watched her. She was so aroused she couldn’t stand it. “Ohhhh,” she sighed, and began to rock her hips forward.
Very conscious of the power she held, Violet purposefully measured the movement of her fingers in and out of her body. Her nipples pebbled beneath her silk bra. With her free hand, she slid her shirt up, uncupped her breast, and tilted it upward, tugging the peak into her mouth.
Logan’s nostrils widened, his eyes glittered like hot milk chocolate. “Fuck.”
She shoved deeper, harder, wet heat saturating her pants and hand. At the same time, she pressed her palm over her clit and bore down, rubbing the tight nub. Their heavy breathing accentuated the clashing waves. More than anything she wanted him to sink onto his knees, remove her hand and replace it with his mouth.
Violet imagined him sucking her clitoris, feasting from the heat between her thighs, his thrashing tongue sinking in and out of her. But then Logan rubbed himself and squeezed, and she knew she wanted something else more. “I want you, Logan. I wish it were you inside me.”
Logan stood and swooped her up into his arms. She opened the double French door, and he used his foot to close it, the slam echoing through the house. At the steps, he gritted his teeth and said, “I can’t make it that far,” before he rounded the steps and stomped to the powder room by the front door.
Inside he all but tore her shorts off before he sheathed himself, lifted her up onto the single sink, and plunged himself inside her. The porcelain was cold against her bottom, the tall bathroom faucet bit into her back, but the only thing she felt was pleasure.
Violet wrapped her legs around Logan as he cupped one arm around her waist and placed the other flat against the mirror behind her. Then he rocked, over and over again into her with a raw urgency that stole her breath. She shivered as he kissed her behind her ear, around her throat until he sank his teeth into her collarbone, drawing a hiss of satisfaction from between her teeth.
“Oh, Logan,” she said, whispering shallowly.
It didn’t matter to her that someone could walk past the door at any moment. Hell, had they even locked it? She shuddered, leaning her head back against the mirror.
Logan sank into her, thrust deep, filling her with hot, sweet pleasure. She arched in unspeakable ecstasy, lifting her hips to match each powerful drive. With agonized gasps, she forced the breath from her lungs. His short, ragged sighs penetrated the room as light seeped in from under the closed door. He pressed harder and faster as her thighs began to shake. She felt the orgasm building, could feel every blood cell in her body heat up with tension and desire.
“Oh God, Violet. What…?” he began to ask her before his body tensed and he exploded inside her, continuing to pump over and over again.
She wasn’t far behind him. To keep from screaming out, she locked her mouth on a spot on his chest and bit down, groaning, seized by a rush of sensation so intense she shuddered with unabashed abandon.
A long while later, she released a harsh rush of breath.
“Damn, woman. You’re going to kill me,” he croaked on a shallow pant.
*****
Violet placed a load of clothes in her washing machine and almost hit her head on the cabinet door above when she jerked up. The doorbell was ringing. The last thing she wanted was company. She would have ignored it, seeing as though her car was in her garage and no one really knew she was at home, but whoever it was, they were persistent. The doorbell quieted but now they banged on the door.
She stacked the basket on top, closed the door, and walked through her living area into the foyer. When she looked out the peephole, air whooshed out of her lungs and her heart began to beat rapidly in her chest.
It was Logan.
What the heck was he doing here? How did he even know where she lived?
When she opened the door, she didn’t have time to say anything before he stepped in, took her by the shoulders, and fastened his mouth to hers, smothering her startled gasp.
She placed her palms on his chest to push him away but ended up gripping him fiercely close instead. His warm, delicious taste invaded her senses as his tongue dueled with hers. Her entire body shook, an explosive combination of adrenaline, delight, and pleasure. The kiss was urgent, bruising even, as he kissed her with a deep hunger that was powerful, and devastating to her heart and soul.
Logan was here.
Logan was kissing her.
She whimpered when he broke the kiss.
“That was goodbye,” he said before kicking the door close with his foot.
He moved her backward, her thighs colliding with the sofa table she had in the entryway. Before she could protest, he yanked her shorts and panties down her legs and lifted her onto the desk. “This is hello,” he muttered before dropping to his knees and closing his mouth over her pussy, sending jolts of pure, unadulterated bliss to her groin.
“Logan,” she gasped. “Oh, God.” She closed her eyes and struggled for breath. No man had ever taken her with this kind of raw, primitive passion.
