Logan (Dad Bod Doms #1) - Golden Angel Page 0,19

pussy clenched. The kiss ended, his breath hot against her cheek, fanning across her ear, his voice low and growling.

“Don’t move your hands from this spot.”

No threat of what would happen if she didn’t. No ‘or else.’ Neither was needed.

Her body pulsed, nipples tight and aching, pussy throbbing, and she couldn’t believe how turned on she was from one simple command.

Hot kisses pressed against her neck, the hairs from his goatee tickling her skin, and Felicity clenched her fists, arching. Logan knew how sensitive her neck was, which meant he was testing her. She squirmed but managed to keep her hands where he’d left them.

“Good girl.”

Her entire body throbbed.

Logan undressed her, tossing each piece of clothing to the floor, kissing and caressing her the entire time. Not just her breasts or pussy, but the soft mounds of her stomach, the c-section scar tucked into the crease of her skin, her chubby thighs—every part of herself she stared at in the mirror, wanting to fix, he pressed his lips on, following it with his hands. She should have felt insecure, even anxious, but instead, she was just wildly turned on.

When he was looking at her like she was some divine goddess, how could she feel anything but beautiful?

Easy answer—she couldn’t.

When he lowered his head between her thighs, his tongue slipping between the slick folds of her pussy, she stopped thinking altogether.

“Oh, fuck!” Her arms jerked, and she quickly shoved them back into place, panting and hoping that Logan hadn’t noticed. If he did, he didn’t seem to care. He shifted on the bed, his broad shoulders pushing her legs wider, completely opening her to him. Felicity mewled, toes curling, her hips pushing upward to press more firmly against his mouth. Her body heating fast, she dug her fingers into the mattress to keep in place as his tongue lashed her sensitive clit.

“Logan… oh God, Logan…” It felt so damn good. Before she’d realized what she was doing, her fingers were threading through his hair, and it was only when he lifted his head, her mistake dawned on her. Immediately, she threw her hands back up beside her head, but it was already too late.

“Naughty Felicity,” he said, grinning down at her. Then he flipped her over onto all fours, and her pussy clenched in reaction to the sexy manhandling.

Logan

The taste of his wife’s sweet pussy coating his tongue, Logan was more than ready to bury himself inside of her, but he couldn’t let disobedience of a direct order slide. From the way Felicity whimpered, wiggling her butt back at him, she wouldn’t appreciate it, either.

Her pale skin gleamed in the lamplight, a pristine canvas for him to streak with pinks and reds. Thanks to her fair skin, she marked up easily, so he wouldn’t spank her too hard tonight… but certainly hard enough, she would feel it. His cock jerked at the thought.

Leaving her in position, he took a moment to quickly strip off his own clothes, letting the anticipation build. She peeked at him over her shoulder, whipping her head back around when their eyes met, and he smiled.

Running his hand over the rounded curves of her ass, he enjoyed taking his time, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh, making her wiggle. He knew Felicity thought her ass was too big, and she’d hated it when she’d moved up a pants size, but he had no complaints. He’d loved her ass when he’d first met her and loved it now—there was just a little more of it to love.

Panting, she dropped her head down between her arms, wriggling again as if trying to entice him to get started.

Well, he’d hate to disappoint her.

Smack!

The first blow was not particularly hard. Logan liked to warm her skin before he really got going, especially since this was more of a funishment than a punishment. His handprint stood out on her pale skin, bright and pink on her left cheek. He quickly delivered one to the right, so they’d match.

Smack!

Felicity let out a low moan, wriggling again. She wanted more.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Peppering firm swats all over her bottom, Logan deliberately spread them, so she never knew where his hand was going to land. He aimed for untouched skin, wanting to get a nice, pink hue over her entire ass before he spanked harder. Wiggling and gasping, Felicity’s pussy was getting pinker as well, her creamy folds slick with her arousal and getting slicker.

He wrapped his fingers around his throbbing shaft with one hand, giving