Stranded with a Billionaire (Billionaire Boys Club #1)(76)

Bront? moaned.

“Delicious,” he murmured against her skin, rolling the tip of her nipple against his lips. Such a hard little nub. He flicked his tongue against it. He loved her n**ples—a dusky rose, slightly tilted. Dark and pretty against all that creamy flesh. He began to tease the other with his fingertips as he tongued the first, flicking and teasing it with his mouth.

Underneath him, Bront? whimpered, her h*ps undulating again. Her hands clenched the iron headboard tight, as if she needed to hold on to something desperately. “Oh, Logan.”

He kissed her flesh—the tips of each breast, the sweet valley between them, the gentle curves underneath them. She moaned wildly with each caress, her blindfolded head moving back and forth, as if in denial.

And so he paused.

“More,” she demanded, arching her back so her br**sts were thrust oh-so-beautifully into his face. “Please, Logan.”

“Not yet, love,” he murmured, kissing one nipple and then sitting up. His c*ck strained against his pants, so f**king eager that he could feel pre-come beading on the thick crown. He stood and began to remove his pants, desperate to free his cock.

She whimpered, confused. “Logan? Where are you going?”

“Nowhere, love,” he told her. “Just getting undressed. My cock’s so hard it’s aching and my clothes are too tight.”

A smile curved her lips, and she licked them, which nearly made him come in his pants. “I love your cock.”

“Do you, now?” He stripped off the rest of his clothing, kicking it onto the floor before kneeling back alongside her again. His c*ck thrust into the air, hard, the head slick.

“Mmm-hmmm,” she said with a small sigh of delight.

He wrapped a hand around his cock, stroking it while looking at her lying in the bed, legs spread for him, panties wet, her br**sts thrust up. Her head was tilted slightly, as if she were listening for his movements since she couldn’t see him.

Logan moved back over her, leaning in to kiss her mouth. His hand went to her breast, palming it, and he settled between her legs. She responded to his kisses eagerly, her tongue meeting his and rubbing against it with soft mews of desire. He moved down a little, settling his c*ck against her wet core and thrusting.

She gasped, her h*ps rocking against his flesh.

“Feel good?” he asked her, thrusting his c*ck against her sex again. The wet fabric prevented him from pushing deep inside her, a teasing barrier.

“Oh, God, yes,” she moaned. “Logan, I need you so bad. I want you inside me.”

He wanted to be there, too. But he wasn’t done playing. He thrust again, enjoying her moans of response.

When she parted her lips and licked them again, a mental image formed in his mind that made him groan aloud. He had to get up.

She whimpered a protest, turning her head and looking for him.

“I’m here,” he told her, standing by the head of the bed.

He caressed her br**sts, plucking at the n**ples. Then, he ran a thumb over her lower lip, unable to resist that mental image in his mind. “Do you trust me, Bront??”

Her entire body seemed to tremble with anticipation, and then she took his thumb in her mouth and bit down lightly. “I trust you.”

“Do you want me?”

“More than anything.”

He grasped the headboard and leaned forward until the head of his c*ck pressed against her mouth. “Then taste me.”

Her lips parted, and she ran her tongue over the head of his cock, licking up the salty pre-come there. He groaned when her tongue slipped down the shaft, flicking against it. Then she opened her mouth and tilted her head, taking him in deeper. The sight of her lips wrapped around his c*ck was almost enough to send him over the edge, and he clutched at the headboard, trying to keep control. “Bront?,” he groaned. “Ah, God, your mouth.”

Her tongue licked against the underside of his cock, running along the thick vein there. So trusting and loving. So incredibly erotic.

She sucked, trying to take him deeper, but he pulled out of her mouth. It was too much pleasure too fast, and it would be over with far too quickly if he let her continue.

He wanted her to come first. Logan moved a step back from the bed, eyeing her all spread out and delicious. “Are you enjoying yourself, love?”

She nodded, biting her lip. Her h*ps lifted a little, as if unable to stay down. “More, Logan. I need you.”

“I know,” he told her. “I’m going to give you more. But I need you on your hands and knees.”

Her little gasp was followed by a low moan, and she obediently turned over, moving to her knees and then leaning forward to rest on her elbows. The position pushed her pretty ass high into the air.

Logan ran his hand all over her exposed skin—her thighs, her calves, the small of her back, along her spine. It was a pleasure simply to touch her. She seemed to be enjoying it as well, her little breathy sighs of pleasure almost as enticing as touching her. His fingertips snagged on the waistband of her panties, and he tugged them down her thighs, exposing her wet, gleaming flesh.

Bront? moaned again, her fingers curling into the blankets on the bed, anticipation making her entire body tense.

Well, now. He had to reward that. Logan brushed his fingertips over the slick lips of her sex, then parted them, stroking up and down.

She jerked in surprise, and then a whimper escaped her when he circled the slick opening to her core. She rolled her hips, forcing his fingers to dip in, just a little. “Logan,” she breathed. “I need you so badly.”