and stroked his shaft with the other. At first she used long, sweeping motions, then began to use shorter, faster ones.
“The condom.” He put his hand on hers, stilling her. “Now.”
“Yes, Master Logan.” Her tone was proper. The way she glanced up at him was anything but.
Defiant, disobedient, she licked a drop of pre-ejaculate from the tip of his swollen dick, then touched her tongue to her upper lip.
“Jennifer,” he warned. “Unless you want to be put back on the cross to experience my wrath…”
She lowered her head so he couldn’t see the expression in her eyes, but he could guess that there was devilment in them. “There might be a spanking in your future,” he vowed.
“Yes, Sir. Anything you say, Master Logan.”
Her grip sure and confident—and fucking arousing—she placed the condom on his cockhead, then rolled the latex down into place.
Meeting his gaze through that impossibly long fringe of lashes, she stroked.
“No.” His hand on hers, he stopped her.
“But—”
“Last warning, Jennifer.” He sat and pulled her into his lap facing him.
She landed with a whoosh of breath and a sensual laugh.
This woman… Everything about her responsive body appealed to him. “Lift yourself a bit.”
“Anything you say, Sir.”
This time, there was no hint of a tease, just pure, unhesitant response.
After wrapping her arms around his neck, she rose onto the balls of her feet while he guided his cock toward her damp pussy.
“I want you, Master Logan,” she whispered into his ear. She lowered herself, taking the tip before rising again.
He put his hands on her waist, supporting her, letting her set the pace.
With each stroke, she slowly took his shaft deeper, until he was balls-deep in her.
“Damn.” She buried her head against his shoulder.
“Okay?”
“Give me a second.”
He stroked her spine, her shoulders, then pinched her bottom.
With a yelp, she arched away from him. “Sir!”
Logan dug a hand into her short, spiky, sexy hair and pulled her head back. Her eyes widened, and the flames of arousal caused spikes of gold in her blue eyes. Then, his motions slow and deliberate, he leaned forward and captured her mouth.
She opened for him, and he accepted her silent invitation.
Their tongues met, and he tasted the headiness of champagne—the seductive sweetness of her surrender.
As he claimed her, devoured her, she moaned a little and pressed herself against him.
It ignited his desire.
Logan raised his knees, adjusting her balance, pitching her toward him, allowing him to explore her more and drive his cock deeper into her hot cunt.
She murmured something he couldn’t make out. Maybe yes. Maybe more. But there was no mistaking the way she clung to him, rocking back and forth, in a silent invitation for him to fill her pussy.
Reluctantly, he ended the kiss and traced a series of smaller ones across her shoulder.
“Fill me,” she said.
He dug his fingers into her ass, making sure she knew she was his.
Her sigh told him she understood.
Logan pistoned his hips, fucking her with short, fast motions. Everything he gave, she took hungrily, asking for more.
Her breathing changed and her skin heated.
“I need…”
“Wait,” he said. Her pussy muscles clenched around him, urging him precariously close to an orgasm.
“I don’t want to,” she protested, angling forward.
He tightened his grip.
“Master Logan.” Her words were desperate, a plea. Something he’d never be able to deny her.
He lifted her, then said, “Now.” He thrust his hips, surging up into her, seeking her G-spot.
She cried out. Screaming his name, she gripped him tight as she came.
He held back for another few seconds, the denial uncomfortable and exhilarating as she writhed on his cock.
When her body went slack, he protectively crushed her against him, a hand in the middle of her back as she gulped for air.
“That…” She exhaled. “Mmm…”
He grinned. “Satisfied, little sub?”
In response, she kissed the side of his neck.
“We’re not done,” he said.
“I was hoping we weren’t.”
He adjusted their position slightly, and she dug her toes into the floor to lift herself a few inches. She curled her hands around his shoulders while he pounded into her.
Her cunt was wet, tight. All of a sudden, he was questioning the sanity of avoiding a relationship for so long.
He went deep, impaling her.
“Fuck.” She groaned. “I like the way you do me, Sir.”
It wasn’t just any woman he’d missed, he realized. It was a woman like her, one who was willing to ask for what she wanted, willing to take it.
Logan’s balls drew up. Waiting was exquisite torture.
“Yes,” she said.
He gave a final thrust, pulling her down, making her take