Page 97 of That Last Secret
“Yes. Come down my throat.”
I grin down at her, using my thumb to stroke the side of her cheek. “I didn’t hear you say please. You know I love hearing you beg for me.”
“Please, Logan.”
I grip my cock in my free hand and angle it toward her mouth. She opens for me so eagerly, ready for more. When her tongue darts out, I glide myself in. Her eyes flutter closed instantly as she hums in approval around my length.
I let go as she takes over, and I move both of my hands to the back of her head while I thrust in and out in a steady rhythm.
I keep my eyes on hers the same way she does me.
“I’m going to come,” I tell her, barely able to get the words out.
Her free hand grips my ass to give herself more hold. My cock hits the back of her throat, and I feel it constrict right before I come.
Stars dance in my vision as I shout her name.
“Em, fuck.”
She moans, looking up at me while I release everything inside of her mouth.
I tilt my head back, willing the feeling to come down, but it doesn’t. It would be impossible for this feeling to go away when it comes to her.
She pulls me out of her mouth, and when I look down at her, I watch intently as she swallows. Her hand comes up, and she wipes the mess we just made from the corner of her mouth.
“That was…” she begins, but I cut her off by pulling her up and lifting her up into my arms.
My lips meet hers in a desperate kiss. If she wasn’t mine before this, she sure as fuck is now.
With her legs wrapped around my waist and the feeling of her body connected with mine this way, my cock stirs to life again. There’s no need for a break with her because every single thing she does turns me on.
“I need you,” she mutters against my lips.
“I’m at your mercy, Emiline. Whatever you need, whatever you want, it’s fucking yours.”
She laughs lightly. “Damn, I got an A+ for sucking cock then, huh?”
I don’t join her in her laughter because I don’t want her to think that’s what it is.
My forehead falls to hers. “It’s so much more than that. Being with you and having you in my arms… I want more of it. This time with you? I want more of it. So whatever you want, it’s yours.”
Emiline pauses for a second, pulling back before her eyes scan my face as if she’s trying to figure out if I’m serious or if I’m just saying it in the heat of the moment.
And fuck, I wish I had said all of this sooner because I wasted so much time fighting what’s really happening between us.
“I want you to fuck me, Logan.”
“I…” My words fall short because hearing her so boldly tell me that after not being able to talk about it in front of me stirs something in me.
“If I do this, I won’t be able to stop,” I tell her seriously.
Emiline presses her forehead to mine, holding me tighter with her legs around my waist. “Then don’t stop.”
I lay her down on the bed and she scrambles on the sheets. She pulls down her leggings in a hurry and rips off her sports bra, leaving her in nothing but her panties. She settles herself in the middle of the bed, propped up on her elbows and looking at me with sultry eyes.
I don’t move. I couldn’t even if I tried.
Her breasts are perky and round. I want my hands all over them and to suck the hard nipple between my teeth and feel her wither under my touch.