Wicked Ride by Sawyer Bennett Page A

from the back of my throat as his lips trail along the
waistband of my panties. It was the one and only time I’d had a
man do something like that to me, and it was more incredible than
anything I could imagine. My orgasm was definitely bigger, brighter,
and longer than any I’d ever given myself with my own fingers.
It’s like Logan knew my body better than I did.
    “Tell me how it felt?”
he whispers as he uses his hands to drag my panties down, peppering
my legs with kisses as he goes along. “My mouth on you. What
was that like?”
    “Warm,” I say,
gasping as he spreads my legs wide and crawls in between them.
    “What else?”
    “Electric,” I moan as
he glides his fingers over the bare skin of my pussy.
    Two thumbs at my swollen lips,
and he peels them apart, making me both self-conscious and apparently
wanton as my hips start to move. My body flushes warm all over. When
he bends over and rolls his tongue in a circle around my clit, I cry
out. “More.”
    “It felt ‘more’?”
he asks teasingly, and I lift my head up from the bed to see him
smiling at me lecherously.
    “Give me more,” I
clarify.
    Well, it’s actually a
demand.
    “Mmmmm,” he ponders
thoughtfully. “Giving me orders. I like that. What else do you
want me to do?”
    My pulse starts hammering with
the possibilities, but while I’m
not without some experience, I’m without the kind of experience
that would ever give me confidence. So I mumble, “Do what you
did last night.”
    “Uh-uh,” Logan
chastises. “Specifics. Tell me specifically what you want.”
    I heave with a frustrated grunt,
rotating my hips again to try to get his attention there, but when he
just stares at me expectantly, I finally tell him, “I
want your mouth on my clit.”
    He nods with a smile. “What
else?”
    “I want you to suck it,”
I say, my voice more firm and with a tiny bit of authority that
sounds weird. He apparently likes it because his eyes go dark with
appreciation. So I add on, “Hard. I want you to suck it hard.”
    “Christ,” he mutters
and rears up, his hands swiftly pulling his shirt over his head and
then whipping his belt open. I watch in fascination as he unzips his
jeans and pushes them down slightly, pulling his swollen cock out
from its confines.
    He gives me a sheepish grin as he
strokes himself a few times. “Had
to get my dick out. It was getting strangled because your dirty talk
was making it so hard.”
    I give a feminine chuckle and try
to provoke him further, because I have just found out that turning
Logan on is turning me on. “And your
fingers… I know you can’t breach… well, you can
maybe stick one in a little bit while you’re eating me out.”
    “Holy Jesus fuck, Auralie,”
he groans, stroking his dick harder. “No. I get anywhere near
the inside of that pussy and I’m not stopping. But I’ll
finger fuck your ass again if you want.”
    Oh, God.
    I swear if words could cause a
mini orgasm, I think I just had one by the savage shudder that
rippled through me. With my breath practically frozen in my lungs, I
say, “Logan…
I want you to do whatever you want to me. Whatever you think I can
take?”
    The last comes out almost like a
question.
    His hand freezes on his cock and
he tilts his head at me for a discerning moment before he tells me,
“Baby… I know
you don’t have much experience, but I think you could take
whatever I handed you. You’ve got the backbone for it.”
    Oh, geez. Another ripple runs
through me as an ache forms between my legs. “Then
do it,” I whisper.
    Logan’s
eyes narrow at the challenge in my voice, and I expect him to fall on
me like a starving man at a buffet. Instead, I give a tiny shriek as
he pushes off the bed and pulls me with him.
    “What are you—?”
I start to ask, but then he’s sitting on the edge of the
mattress and spinning me so my stomach comes down over his legs.
Suddenly, I’m staring at the carpet. He rests a large, warm
palm on my butt and