Page 31 of Liberated By the Logger

She moans as her hips return to their steady rhythm. “I don’t want to slow down.”

“I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“Mmm.” She licks her lips, tempting me. “A little pain is good.”

“Dammit, woman.” I groan, pumping my fingers faster and digging the heel of my palm against her clit. “Don’t be saying things like that when I’m craving you.”

Without warning, Aspen grabs my wrists with both hands. Her body stiffens, her pussy squeezing my fingers before she shatters in my hold.

She comes on a keening cry, flooding my hand with her release. It’s the sexiest thing I witnessed in my life.

“Goddamn, look at you! You’re fucking beautiful.”

With a content sigh, Aspen collapses against my couch. She’s pliant and ready for more.

Gently, I pull my fingers out from inside her and bring them to my mouth to savor her nectar.

As soon as her flavor hits my tongue, I groan. My already hard dick weeps in my sweats. I need to taste her from the source before I nut myself.

Like a man on a mission, I move from the couch to the floor, yanking her legs to hang over the couch in front of me. Her scent is powerful, calling to my baser instincts—to claim, to mate, to mark.

Not wasting a second, I spread her wide and dive face first between her slender thighs.

Aspen cries out, gripping my hair in her tiny fists. “Ambrose! Oh, my gosh.”

“You taste so good,” I growl against her mound, ignoring the death grip she has on my hair. “Saccharine and cream, and all for me.”

When I lick her from slit to clit, her thighs clamp around my head. “Wait! It’s too much.”

“It’s not enough,” I correct her, wrapping my arms around her legs to pry them open with my hands. “You will come on my tongue and flood my mouth before I stuff you full of my cock.”

With sweat droplets forming on the slender column of her neck, she pants heavily. “I need. To catch. My breath.”

“Naw, darlin’. I’m supposed to take your breath away.”

Holding her gaze, I latch onto her clit.

Aspen squeals, nearly bucking out of my grasp. It doesn’t stop me from sucking and flicking her little button. I nip, lick, and tease the hell out of her clit until her legs are trembling and my beard is coated in her slick.

“Come, Aspen,” I purr before I turbo flick her trigger switch with my tongue.

A half second later, Aspen cries out her release. Her body convulses against the couch, damn near yanking herself out of my hold.

While Aspen comes down from her high and the aftershocks rolling through her, I lazily lick her clean.

“I’ve never had back-to-back orgasms,” Aspen admits, still catching her breath.

With a last kiss to the inside of her thigh, I straighten, gathering her in my arms, and laying her out on the rug in front of the crackling fireplace. She looks too fucking beautiful, sex drunk in the fire’s glow. I want to say so many things to her, like how she and I are meant to be, how she’s perfect in every way, and how I’m falling for her hard and hope she feels the same for me.

It’s too soon and I can’t risk losing her before I have her.

Instead, I focus on her and this moment together.

“Well, buckle up, darlin’. You’re in for a lot more.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

ASPEN