stiffened even more.
“You’re aroused,
Logan. I sense it. You want me.” He rattled the chains. “Go on, slake your
lust. I am in no position to fight back. Let me prove to you I can be
submissive. There is hardly any Thrope left in me. I can’t shift anymore. I
know you are turned on, but I can’t read your thoughts like a Thrope is able
to. I’m not an animal. Or are you going to run again?”
Logan stood and
moved to the side of the bed.
“I am not going
to rape you,” she whispered. “How can you propose such a thing?”
“Logan, I’m not
suggesting that, Jesus. Stop fighting what is between us. Act on it.”
Her fingers
touched his bare chest tentatively, enough to spark his arousal and kick it up
another notch.
“I have not had
sex in decades. I grew weary of always taking, never giving. I am not sure I am
capable of giving anything anymore. My body—or my heart.”
“How do you know
unless you try? Can you sense my passion, how much I want you? And I say again,
it’s not the Blood Lust. It’s you. I want you .”
Logan pulled his
sweatpants down to his knees, straddled him, and without a word, plunged down
on his stiff cock. She stayed perfectly still. Marcus waited. It took all his
patience not to move his hips. God, she was tight, hot, and sent his lust
spinning into orbit. Her fingers splayed out on his chest. Her touch seared,
her caress singed, and a small moan left her throat.
“It has been so
long,” she murmured.
“Take from me, l
... love me.”
Never did his
voice sound so vulnerable. Already this had moved beyond sex, and they hadn’t
even started. Puzzle pieces—that’s what they were, a perfect fit.
Still Logan did
not move or react. Did he hurt her? Seeing she hadn’t had sex for decades she
was tight and his cock—well—huge.
“Logan?”
Another moan slid
from her lips, and she rocked her hips in answer. His back arched. The chains
rattled, and the leather straps strained. Raw flame tore through his body.
Logan tore off the dress she wore and tossed it aside. No underwear. Sexy. The
moonlight illumination enhanced her naked, pale beauty. It was breathtaking to
behold.
The rhythm
between them was magical. Marcus thrust upward with each rocking motion of her
shapely hips. Her tight, inner muscles clamped his cock in a deep, intimate
embrace. Logan moaned; her breath grew ragged, and so did his. This would take
no time at all. She leaned down, her breasts smashed against his chest. The
nipples were hard and pebbled. Logan kissed him. Her tongue swirled inside his
mouth until his head lifted off the pillow in his effort to explore deeper.
She sat upright
and cried out his name as she came. Her body shuddered and clamped him tighter,
which spurned his own release. He pumped his hips with each spurt of his cum. His mate. The notion was hard to
believe, but never had he climaxed like with this, with anyone, ever. Logan
took deep breaths then climbed off him. His cock quaked in response—it wanted
more.
And his cock got
it. Logan moved down and straddled his hips. Taking his still hard shaft in her
hand, she leaned down and licked the semen off the head then slid her tongue in
the slit. He growled, and leather and chains groaned in response and hampered
his movements.
“Yes, suck my
cock; take it all—please...”
He never begged,
but he did with Logan. How many pairs of lips had closed over his cock the last
few years? Too many to count. Nothing prepared him for the hot, fiery heat of
Logan’s mouth. Her hand closed around his girth. Logan squeezed and twisted his
dick at the base while she took him deeper into blistering paradise. Her sharp
teeth grazed over his pulsating veins, her cheeks hollowed for greater suction.
Marcus’s leg muscles tightened, the chains rattling in protest. Without
warning, he came in her mouth. Logan swallowed every pulsating jet of semen.
She backed away and wiped her mouth.
“You are too
tempting, Marcus. You taste salty, yet
“You’re aroused,
Logan. I sense it. You want me.” He rattled the chains. “Go on, slake your
lust. I am in no position to fight back. Let me prove to you I can be
submissive. There is hardly any Thrope left in me. I can’t shift anymore. I
know you are turned on, but I can’t read your thoughts like a Thrope is able
to. I’m not an animal. Or are you going to run again?”
Logan stood and
moved to the side of the bed.
“I am not going
to rape you,” she whispered. “How can you propose such a thing?”
“Logan, I’m not
suggesting that, Jesus. Stop fighting what is between us. Act on it.”
Her fingers
touched his bare chest tentatively, enough to spark his arousal and kick it up
another notch.
“I have not had
sex in decades. I grew weary of always taking, never giving. I am not sure I am
capable of giving anything anymore. My body—or my heart.”
“How do you know
unless you try? Can you sense my passion, how much I want you? And I say again,
it’s not the Blood Lust. It’s you. I want you .”
Logan pulled his
sweatpants down to his knees, straddled him, and without a word, plunged down
on his stiff cock. She stayed perfectly still. Marcus waited. It took all his
patience not to move his hips. God, she was tight, hot, and sent his lust
spinning into orbit. Her fingers splayed out on his chest. Her touch seared,
her caress singed, and a small moan left her throat.
“It has been so
long,” she murmured.
“Take from me, l
... love me.”
Never did his
voice sound so vulnerable. Already this had moved beyond sex, and they hadn’t
even started. Puzzle pieces—that’s what they were, a perfect fit.
Still Logan did
not move or react. Did he hurt her? Seeing she hadn’t had sex for decades she
was tight and his cock—well—huge.
“Logan?”
Another moan slid
from her lips, and she rocked her hips in answer. His back arched. The chains
rattled, and the leather straps strained. Raw flame tore through his body.
Logan tore off the dress she wore and tossed it aside. No underwear. Sexy. The
moonlight illumination enhanced her naked, pale beauty. It was breathtaking to
behold.
The rhythm
between them was magical. Marcus thrust upward with each rocking motion of her
shapely hips. Her tight, inner muscles clamped his cock in a deep, intimate
embrace. Logan moaned; her breath grew ragged, and so did his. This would take
no time at all. She leaned down, her breasts smashed against his chest. The
nipples were hard and pebbled. Logan kissed him. Her tongue swirled inside his
mouth until his head lifted off the pillow in his effort to explore deeper.
She sat upright
and cried out his name as she came. Her body shuddered and clamped him tighter,
which spurned his own release. He pumped his hips with each spurt of his cum. His mate. The notion was hard to
believe, but never had he climaxed like with this, with anyone, ever. Logan
took deep breaths then climbed off him. His cock quaked in response—it wanted
more.
And his cock got
it. Logan moved down and straddled his hips. Taking his still hard shaft in her
hand, she leaned down and licked the semen off the head then slid her tongue in
the slit. He growled, and leather and chains groaned in response and hampered
his movements.
“Yes, suck my
cock; take it all—please...”
He never begged,
but he did with Logan. How many pairs of lips had closed over his cock the last
few years? Too many to count. Nothing prepared him for the hot, fiery heat of
Logan’s mouth. Her hand closed around his girth. Logan squeezed and twisted his
dick at the base while she took him deeper into blistering paradise. Her sharp
teeth grazed over his pulsating veins, her cheeks hollowed for greater suction.
Marcus’s leg muscles tightened, the chains rattling in protest. Without
warning, he came in her mouth. Logan swallowed every pulsating jet of semen.
She backed away and wiped her mouth.
“You are too
tempting, Marcus. You taste salty, yet
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