“Fine,” she says, taking a deep breath and then turning her beautiful eyes on him. “Do you think I’m destroying their family?”
“No way. Why would you say that?” Logan asks angrily, then after a second, he realizes what Jameson must have accused. “Avery, listen to me. You did not destroy their family - your family. Jameson just needs time to adjust, they all do. But you’re their sister and there isn’t anything they can do to change that.”
She nods solemnly and whispers, “You’re right.”
“Of course I am.”
Logan rests on both of his knees and tugs her hands so that she stands before him, her small frame bringing her pelvis to eye level. He reaches down and trails his fingers lightly up the soft skin of her legs, and over the soft material of her dress. Placing his hands on her hips, he turns her in his arms so that he has a glorious view of her backside. Reaching up, he tugs down the zipper of her tight dress and guides the material down her arms, letting it pool at her feet. Her breath is coming in heavy pants and Logan can hear each intake of hollow breath.
Taking a moment, Logan sits back on his heels and memorizes her beautiful body - every curve, every freckle, every divot in her skin.
Kneeling tall once more he traces a path down her slender back, parallel with her spine. When she shivers at his touch, Logan has to suppress a chuckle. As hard as she fought him in the beginning, her body beckons him closer, always responsive to his touch.
He swirls a finger around her hip and maps a route around one of her plump cheeks before trailing the finger up the crease of her behind.
“Logan,” she murmurs heatedly.
His finger traces the crease downward and follows through to the moist and heated center that eagerly awaits his touch. Logan’s other hand grips her hip harder and he slides his finger across her slick folds, a gasp escaping her lips. A rush of heat expels onto his hand when he grazes against her clit, her body shaking in anticipation. His finger slides down her inner thigh, lightly skimming her delicate skin. Unable to hold back his need to taste her, he leans forward and gently bites the round skin of her cheek before licking it to soothe the wound. Her groan of delight signifies her approval. No longer capable of resisting, Logan removes his hand from her hip and applies pressure between her shoulder blades, silently commanding her to bend forward. She grips the arms of the chair and bends at her waist, showcasing her glistening folds that yearn for more of his touch.
Logan glides his fingertips back up her leg and strokes the skin closest to her hungry core but makes no move to contact the area that craves his attention.
“Logan,” she moans huskily, her body longing for more of his touch.
“You want me to touch you, baby?” he inquires, his voice giving away how turned on he is, seeing her bent over before him, completely bare.
“Mmmm, I want you to feel how turned on I am, Logan. I need you to touch me.”
Logan complies, the scent of her desire penetrating through his shield. A finger slides through her wetness, caressing the plump folds and applying pressure to her exposed button of pleasure with his thumb. Logan’s other hand, desperate to feel her warmth, glides two fingers inside her warm channel, coating themselves in her heat.
Powerless to control his appetite Logan removes his hand from her core and licks around her center, her desire blanketing his tongue. His hand again takes over and thrusts two fingers deep inside her core, causing more shutters to pulsate along her body. His lips settle around her unprotected bundle and he flicks the sensitive nerves with his tongue, eliciting a few gasps, before sucking the button into his mouth. As he continues to push his fingers in and out of Avery’s channel, he can feel her womb begin to quake, her eruption springing forth. Logan doesn’t lessen his movements, but he takes his free hand and searches for the untouched area of her body. His thumb finds the puckered skin and he applies gentle pressure to gain a slight entrance.
As expected, the new intrusion of pleasure ignites her fire and she explodes on his fingers, wetness seeping onto his hands and face and as her ripples of desire continue. Logan laps at her sweetness, his need to prolong her orgasm uncontrollable as the screaming of his name echoes around the room.
When the rippling of her inner muscles subsides, Logan pulls her down to sit limply in his arms. She opens her tightly shut eyes and gazes at him hungrily, her craving evident. She cups the back of his head in one of her hands, pulling him close, and seals their mouths together. With her back to his chest, he uses his legs to spread her’s wide, exposing her wet center. Logan grips one of her breasts roughly with his hand, pinching her nipple between his fingers. His other hand slides through her folds one more, before sinking deep in her hot dripping channel.
“No more, Logan. I need you inside me,” she groans as Logan continues to penetrate her with his fingers.
“I am inside you, sweetness,” Logan sarcastically replies as her hips buck against his hand, her sexual need growing by the second.
“I need to feel your cock inside me, Logan. Please.”
He spreads her legs wider as he rubs the heel of his hand against her swollen clit. Avery’s head leans back against his shoulder and he uses the opportunity to nip at her jawline.
Against her neck, Logan allows his heavy words to float to her ears.
“One more, baby. One more and then I’ll fuck you as hard and fast as you want, for as long as you want. You own my dick, babe. I can’t wait to thrust into you - to feel my cock wet with your hot juices.”
She bucks faster against his hand, controlling her movements, but when Logan reaches up with his free hand and slides her nipple between his fingers she convulses around him - once again screaming his name.
Logan lifts her into his arms in her unconscious state and lays her gently across his bed. He bends her knees and spread her legs wide, opening her center to his view. Quickly removing his clothes, he tosses them haphazardly toward the corner of the room.
Joining her back on the bed, Logan rests on his arms above her as he takes one of her taut nipples in his mouth, savoring its flavor. Avery’s eyes immediately open, gazing at his mouth as he makes love to her breast. He rocks his hips against her core, sliding through her wetness and coating himself with her honey. Every time the tip of his penis passes over her inflamed cli
t, shutters wrack her body.
Still resting on his elbows, Logan moves up her body and melds their lips together. Unwilling to hold back any longer, he thrusts his erection to the hilt, her body encasing his shaft, as he mimics his movements with his tongue in her mouth. He moves slowly at first, wanting to savor the feeling of being inside her tight body. She responds to his kiss, dancing her tongue with his in an intimate tango. Avery wraps her legs around his waist, rocking her hips with the hope of increasing his speed, but he maintains his rhythm, her body quenching his thirst at each plunge.
A tingling begins in his spine and he has to fight to hold off the release building in his body. Logan growls when Avery removes her lips and bites his shoulder.