Page 89 of Broken Prince
A moan slips from my lips as hands roam my body. Large fingers grasp my breast, kneading the sensitive flesh.
“More,” I whisper, my breath coming in quick, heavy pants. My body is on fire from his touch, the feeling of his warm body pressed into mine, the pressure of his weight is intoxicating. “More, Logan. I want you inside me.”
He growls against my neck, his fingers moving my panties to the side. He lifts my leg just a bit before I feel the tip of his cock press against my entrance. I’m so wet for him that when he presses inside me, there’s no resistance. “Oh, god,” I moan as he slides all the way into me.
He’s thick, and the stretch is amazing. My core is aching, throbbing with need as he groans behind me. His hand grips my hip as he pulls out and thrusts back in. Faster and harder with every second.
That pressure in my belly builds with every rock of his hips.
“Laney,” he growls in my ear. “So fucking wet for me, aren't you, baby?”
Bang, bang, bang. “Bus leaves in an hour!”
My eyes fly open, chest heaving.
I stare at the sunshine seeping through the curtains of the hotel room.
Hotel room... that I stayed at because of Logan’s football game. The one where I slept in the same bed as him.
“Laney,” a groggy, hardly there moan is made into my neck, and my whole body freezes. I bite my lip, eyes widening as Logan moves behind me.
It’s not a dream. It’s not a fucking dream. Oh my god, is Logan’s cock actually inside me?
When he thrusts forward again, I bite the inside of my cheek so hard I start to bleed, trying to smother the whimpering moan that threatens to leave my throat.
Oh yeah, he’s inside me. Fucking hell, how did this happen?
His movements are slow, choppy. There’s no way Logan is awake right now. Even drunk, I’m sure he’d be better than this.
Not that this isn’t good. Because holy hell, my pussy is dripping right now, my core warm. I should not be so turned on right now, but between the dream I was just having and him being inside me right now, I’m fucking horny.
I could move, wake him up, and make this really awkward, or I could play along and let things play out.
Seeing how I’d really like that orgasm that's just on the edge, I’m gonna let this play out.
Slipping my hand between my thighs, my eyes flutter shut as I play with my clit. There’s no hardness, no rush. It’s a little sloppy, but fuck it still feels good.
My mind focuses on the feeling of his cock moving inside me, how my fingers circle the sensitive bud.
I want to scream yes, right there, don’t stop as I feel myself rushing towards my climax, but I don’t. I wait and concentrate on getting the ending I want.
It doesn’t take long before I’m moving my fingers faster, my legs trembling. I move my head to the side, biting down into the pillow as I cum around Logan’s cock.
He lets out a long grunt. Then I feel his body stiffen. His cock jerks inside me, the feeling of his hot cum filling me up has me clenching a little harder.
Logan’s panting breath fans my neck as we both stay there, his body relaxing as my breathing evens out. That was wrong, so damn wrong, but God, it felt so good. Too good. That shouldn’t have happened... But I want it to happen again, and again, and again.
Logan stiffens, his hold on me going slack. “Laney?” His voice is thick with sleep. Yeah, he definitely just fucked me in his sleep.
“Yes?” I whisper.
“I’m inside you...”
“You are.”
“Fuck!” He pulls out, and I roll over onto my back to find his wide, panicked eyes. “I’m so sorry. I thought it was a dream.”
“Ahh, same?” I laugh. “A really good dream.”