“She’s rightfully upset. She also kicked me out.” I rubbed the back of my neck feeling annoyed.
“She kicked you out. You? Her best friend. The man she wants to fuck instead of her husband.” Logan chuckled, but it held no humor. “I don’t believe it.”
“She wants you, too.” I snapped, sick of his childish lashing out.
“Yeah, right.”
Before he could say anything to upset me further, I strode the rest of the way to his desk. “On your knees,” I commanded him. “Now.”
He stared at me.
“Don’t think. Do it. I didn’t tell you to think. I told you what you needed to do.”
His eyes dilated with lust as he slowly sank to the ground.
I hadn’t meant to come here for this, but the sight of Logan dropping down for me sent a rush of pleasure through my body. This was where he belonged. At my feet, pleasing me.
I skimmed a finger over his brown lips. Soon, my cock would be there. Maybe it didn’t do it for some people, but it sure as fuck did it for me.
I undid my belt and jeans and waited.
“Open,” I prodded when Logan didn’t make a move to take out my cock.
He hesitated.
I grabbed his chin and forced his head up, yanking his gaze to mine. “Don’t make me repeat myself,” I snarled down into his face.
Logan complied, opening his mouth, but his eyes flashed in anger and defiance.
I wanted to stomp that out of him, to show him that he wasn’t in charge anymore. I was.
I slid my cock between his lips. My piercing clanking on his teeth. “Wider,” I groaned.
He immediately obliged.
There was something powerful in the way he was submitting to me right now. It may be wrong, but I understood why certain people needed to dominate. It was heady. Intoxicating. Like a drug ripping through your veins.
“Just like that,” I praised. I wasn’t sure who I wanted more in this moment: Logan or Hana. I just knew that for once someone was focused on me. For once it was about my pleasure and no one else’s.
My orgasm approached quicker than I wanted, and as my balls tingled, I knew the best way to humiliate him.
“Keep your mouth open.” I pulled my cock out of his mouth with an audible plop and stroked vigorously.Almost there.
Logan’s eyes widened as they stared at something behind me. He opened and closed his mouth a few times, then said the word that made me fly off the edge. “Hana.”
The idea that my baby girl was here to see me top her husband was too much for me to bear. I lost control and watched in fascination as streaks of cum landed on Logan’s face like something out of a porn. My cum hit his eyelid, cheek, and lips.
A gasp from behind took me by surprise.
I bent over and pulled my pants up. “What are you doing here?” I cleared my throat, ignoring the elephant in the room.
“I came to speak to my husband,” Hana replied, her voice cold and devoid of emotion.
“What’s wrong, baby girl?” I didn’t understand the reasoning for her attitude.
Logan picked himself off the floor. The mask of his business persona fell over his face as he wiped me away. I couldn’t help being annoyed at that. Even though Hana’s his wife, I wanted time with him without her interrupting. I didn’t even get to enjoy watching my cum drip down his face, into his mouth, or watch him swallow my essence.
Hana and Logan seemed to have some kind of secret conversation with their eyes. When they were done, Logan’s the one who turns to me and nods at the door.