Chapter 10
Chapter 10
His voice dropped even lower as he said that, and she held her breath when he started to tug at the
zipper, which held the top part of her dress together. Cool air greeted her overheated skin with each
agonizingly slow pull. The clasp for the strap across her back was next, followed by her bra closure,
exposing her back entirely to his gaze. Logan sucked in a harsh breath, and she could almost feel the
weight and heat of his stare caressing her body like a physical touch. Then his large hands were on her
skin, following the curve of her spine, applying just the right amount of pressure to relax her muscles.
She jumped when he swatted her butt a few more times in quick succession, until her ass felt like it
was on fire. Hannah tightened her grasp on the headboard, grateful for something to hold onto,
because far from the humiliating experience this should be, something entirely different was happening
to her.
“I expect an answer when I ask you something, little girl.”
Logan slid her dress up until it was bunched around her hips, and pulled her knickers down.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know what you want me to say to that. I … oh … damn.”
Hannah’s words came out in gasps, because he’d grasped large handfuls of her butt cheeks, and
squeezed. The resulting zing of pain shot straight to her pussy, and she bit her lips to stop herself from
moaning in delight.
More of her arousal coated her labia, permeating the air with the scent of her need, which should have
been mortally embarrassing.
His harsh inhale and the gentle, yet insistent way he ran his fingers through her pussy lips and
murmured his approval left no room for doubt, however.
“Never mind, my sweet Hannah, your body tells me all I need to know. Here, taste how wet you are for
me.”
A tug to her hair brought her head up, and before she could even grasp his intentions he’d pushed two
of his fingers, slick with her arousal, into her mouth.
She should have been shocked at his actions. It should have felt strange to taste herself, but the
opposite was true. It was the hottest thing yet, made doubly so, by the heat in his gaze. She wrapped
her tongue around his digits, and sucked. His cock jerked against her hip, a hard ridge, which told its
own story.
Surely, any minute now, he’d flip her over and bury that thick shaft inside of her. Her internal muscles
clenched in anticipation of his taking her. Would he be gentle or fierce? Not that it would matter either
way. She was so ready for him, he would slide right in and she might well come on the spot. The ache
between her legs intensified at the thought of his penetration, and she squeezed her thighs together.
The slap to her butt hurt—really fucking hurt. She’d have bitten down on his fingers, had he not pulled
them out of her mouth, so she glared at him instead.
“What the hell was that for?”
Another two, just as hard swats left her behind on fire, and took her breath away, because he straddled
her legs again and ran his large hands all over her butt.
Oh, that felt way too good. A kiss between her shoulder blades and his soft laughter traveled over her
skin, as he continued to kiss his way south, while massaging the fiery globes in his hands. Waves of ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .
heat, of desire, radiated out from her ass to every one of her erogenous zones. Logan abandoned her
backside after delivering one more spank right where her butt met her thighs. Hannah screeched in
surprise when he flipped her over, pushed her knees up to her chest, and then buried himself between
her thighs.
“There’ll be no getting off without my say-so, little dove, that’s why.” He growled the words into her
sensitive flesh. The first lick of his tongue stopped any protests she might have had, because he didn’t
stop there. With the same unerring precision and knowledge of her hotspots that he’d already
demonstrated, Logan went to work. He suckl
ed, and licked, nipped, bit and swiped his way along and into her pussy with breathtaking finesse. Her
hips jerked upwards without any conscious effort on her part, as she instinctively sought to increase the
friction he created between her thighs, and she fisted her hands in his hair to anchor him to her, as her
orgasm hovered just out of her reach. A little bit more, just…
“Please, don’t sto—”
Her plea tuned into a yelp when Logan bit down on the inside of her thigh. The zing of pain should have
cooled her ardor, but the opposite was true. Her clit contracted, and she panted her need to come. So,
damn close, if only. Lord knew what he was doing to her, but instead of pushing her over that delicious
edge, Logan withdrew. He untangled her fingers from his hair, and yanked her arms back above her
head, while he crawled up her body, pinning her back onto the mattress. Hannah couldn’t move, could
barely breathe under his weight. With her legs either side of his hips, his large cock pressed against
her mound. So close, yet nowhere near enough where she wanted him to be.
“Did I tell not tell you to leave your hands up here?” He growled the words, while flexing his hips, and
the tip of his erection slid through her wet folds. They both groaned at the contact, and yet more of her
arousal left her channel.
“So fucking wet. Tell me how much you want my cock, little Hannah.” He flexed again, and Hannah
screwed her eyes shut, pushed her feet into the bed, and lifted her hips. Wet as she was that move
meant he slid right into her waiting body. She gasped as her muscles tightened around his shaft,
struggling to accept him, truth to told, even as the first quivers of her impending release rippled through
her.
“Fuck, don’t move. I have to … fuck.” Logan’s hoarse words sounded ripped from him, as he pulled in a
harsh breath.