Page 11 of Spring Fling
One of his hands releases a butt cheek and lands back down on it with a loud smack. I bite my tongue again to keep from making a sound.
“Good girl,” he purrs, his hand rubbing a soothing circle on the abused skin. Firming his grip once more, he picks up a solid rhythm again, each plunge of his member driving me higher.
“You’ve got class, baby. You’d better come so you aren’t late,” he growls. I don’t bother telling him that ship has sailed. He drags his fingers from my bottom, around to my ... pussy and toys with my piercing. “I’m going to send you off with my come in your pussy, smelling like me, marking you. Even if you and I are the only ones who know it.”
His dirty mouth and a pinch of my clit set me off. I drop my head forward and sink my teeth into his shoulder to keep from shouting.
Three more sharp thrusts and he buries himself deep inside, coming with me. His heat floods my womb and it’s almost like it spreads throughout my entire body. He’s right, I feel branded.
When the aftershocks fade, he kisses me while he slowly pulls out. He tucks himself back in and does up his pants. Then he tugs my skirt down and helps me off of the desk. With his thumb and forefinger, he takes ahold of my chin, making sure our eyes meet.
“Keep those panties on, Abbi. If I ever find out you’ve gone bare under this flimsy scrap of fabric you call a skirt, you’ll have a hard time sitting on your red ass in school for a week. Do I make myself clear?”
I want to say something snarky and put him in his place, but just like always, I’m too busy swooning over his alpha attitude. I’m sure women everywhere are cursing me for ruining their movement and allowing Logan to be a caveman with me. But ... it’s just so sexy.
I simply nod and finish straightening my clothes, then jump a mile when the classroom door flies open, bouncing loudly off of the wall behind it. I squeak and then clap my hands over my mouth, hoping whoever it is doesn’t smell sex or notice the disheveled, “I’ve just been thoroughly screwed” look I’m sporting. My whole body sags in relief when Jess stands in the doorway.
“Are you two about finished? I can only guard the door for about two more minutes until I have to get to my next class.”