Forever Logan by Elena Matthews (best fiction novels .txt) 📗

to feel her, I raise my hips a little to meet hers, and though she’s wearing yoga pants, the material is so thin, I can almost feel her heat sliding across me. Before we know it, we’re dry-humping like we’re horny teenagers again.

It’s ridiculous how sexy I find this, but as I pull my lips away and tilt my head back for just a second, seeing her with her eyes closed, her cheeks flushed while she rides the hell out of my cock, it’s like I’ve found the Holy Grail.

I get sidetracked, completely blindsided by her beauty. The loud moan that escapes her plump mouth awakens me, and I slam my lips back onto hers, trying to quiet her down so her parents don’t hear her from the house.

“Logan, Logan, Logan,” she whimpers like a chant against my lips as her hips rock along my shaft, her thighs tightening around mine as she gets close.

I swirl my tongue against hers when, suddenly, her entire body stills against mine, and she bites down on my bottom lip, her sexy moans vibrating against my mouth as she comes, her fingers tightening in my hair to the point that it makes my eyes water.

Her breathing is heavy as she pulls away a little from me. I feather my thumb along the flush of her cheek, and her eyes flutter closed for a moment before refocusing back on mine.

“Wow,” she pants, her fingers loosening from their hold on my hair.

“That was some kiss,” I tease, and she flushes a deeper shade of red.

Stammering a little, she says, “That wasn’t supposed to happen. I don’t know…” She brings a hand to her chest, spreading her fingers along her racing heart. “I don’t know what got into me. I’m sorry…”

Wait, why is she apologizing?

I brush my fingers through her soft tendrils of hair. “I don’t know why you’re sorry, but that was the hottest moment of my life.”

She raises a brow. “Really?”

“Hell yes. You just rode my dick like it was yours for the taking—which it fucking is—and all I can think about is how wet your panties must be right now. That I want to taste you, to put my tongue inside you.”

She whimpers at my words, her eyes beginning to glisten with lust, her chest still rising and falling from her orgasm.

I glance over at the door. “Does that door lock from the inside?”

“Yeah,” she says, barely a whisper.

“So, nobody from the outside can get inside without a key?”

“Right.”

“Good,” is all I say before gripping Ally by the thighs and flipping her horizontally on the sofa so she’s on her back.

She gasps as her head bounces against the sofa with a soft thud. I feel her heated gaze watch me as I climb to my knees. I reach for the waistband of her yoga pants.

“Can I?” I ask with a gentle tug.

She nods, lifting her hips with permission. My eyes never leaving hers, I pull the pants over her hips and down her thighs until she’s freed of them. Glancing down, I notice the tiny thong she’s wearing, and it takes everything in my being not to rip them from her body. Inching a little closer, I trace my thumb over the material, and immediately, I’m met with wet heat.

Then, I decide, To hell with it.

“Are these panties anything special?”

“No. Why?” She eyes me suspiciously.

“Good, so you won’t mind if I do this…” I bunch the delicate material with my fist, and with very little effort, I rip them from her.

Her breath gets caught at the back of her throat, her eyes wild with surprise.

“Logan,” she says with amazement.

I wink, smirking a little as I widen her legs until I can see every inch of her bare and glistening pussy. And what a pretty pussy it is.

Pink, tight, and wet.

I don’t even take an inhale before I bury my face against her flesh, my lips latching on to her clit. A breathless moan fills my ears while her hips thrust up into my face, and that’s the only encouragement I need. Gripping my hands under her ass, I lift her hips and press my face deeper into her pussy, sucking against her drenched skin, licking and lapping at her cum. Her hips squirm under my touch, tiny little groans escaping her lips every few seconds as I worship her sexy body. I take my time, paying attention to her sweet spots, loving how her thighs clench every time I sweep past her clit, the bud growing harder. Once I’ve sucked against every inch of her, I find her opening and dive my tongue into her entrance. Her cries turn husky and breathless, her fingers pulling at my hair while her cheeks flush with the pleasure rocketing through her.

“Ugh, God…Logan,” she groans out, her hips shifting with every thrust of my tongue.

As she gyrates against me I desperately want her to fuck my face. I pull away, my mouth covered in her juices. Her bottom lip quivers while her eyes glare at me for stopping.

I switch positions to lie on my back. In a move reserved for filthy porn movies, I raise my arms over my head, grasping her hips, and I lift her until her pussy is hovering above my face.

“Whoa, what are you doing?” she gasps while she braces herself over me.

“Ride my face the way you rode my cock,” I demand, my voice hoarse with how turned on I am right now.

However, I don’t give her a chance to act on it. I just grab either side of her hips and force her down on my face, my lips meeting her pussy.

“Holy shit,” she lets out with an exhale before rocking against my mouth.

I keep the grunt from escaping my chest at how hot this is. She grows wetter by the second, and my cock is about ready to burst through the tight confines of my jeans as her pussy slides back and forth along my eager tongue.

“Logan, fuck…yeah…”

Her whimpers only encourage