Page 95 of The Secret Heir Next Door

As he enters me, I let out a small cry, feeling the immense pleasure. My hands grip the sheets tighter, and my hips arch towards him, eager to feel every inch of him.

His movements are slow and deliberate, making sure to take in every part of me. I let out a small moan, feeling the pleasure building inside me.

He begins to pick up his pace, his motion more fervent. My breath hitches, and I let out a small cry, feeling the sensations build up even more.

He reaches down, kissing me hungrily as he does. His mouth goes down to find my breasts, his tongue licking a circle around my nipple. I throw my head back.

“Logan!”

He chuckles against my skin, the vibration sending a ripple of pleasure through me. His kiss travels down my chest, his hand sliding between us, finding me slick and wet.

As he enters me again, I gasp, my hands gripping the sheets so tightly my knuckles turn white. My hips meet his thrusts, matching his rhythm. The tension escalates, the pleasure increasing with each thrust.

His eyes lock with mine, the intensity of his gaze sending a shiver down my spine. "You're so beautiful," he whispers, his voice rough with desire.

His movements become more frenzied, and I can feel my climax approaching. I throw my head back, moaning his name, unable to control my body's reaction.

He moves faster, his breath quickening, and I can feel the pleasure building inside me. I'm about to explode, the sensation overwhelming.

“Yes, Logan, yes!”

He grunts, his face a picture of intense focus as he thrusts into me. His hands grip my hips, pulling me towards him with each movement.

The tension finally reaches its peak, and I cry out, my body trembling as I climax. Wave after wave of pleasure washes over me, leaving me breathless and spent.

As I lay there, recovering from my orgasm, Logan’s breath hitches, and he lets out a soft moan. His movements slow, and he pulls out of me.

He collapses beside me on the bed, our sweaty bodies pressed against each other. His heart is pounding, and his breathing is ragged.

He leans over and kisses me softly, his lips tasting of me.

“That's not all, is it?” I tease.

He chuckles as he pulls me into him.

“If you’re going to be a brat like that, yes,” he kisses my head.

“Well, I’m starving.”

“Then let’s go into the kitchen so I can cook for you or eat you on the table. I’ll decide.”

I gasp, shocked and extremely turned on by his flirting.

“Is that an option?”

“Yes,” he chuckles as he rolls out of the bed.

I follow him, bending down to grab my dress. He grabs my wrist again and shakes his head.

“No, ma’am, we’re not getting dressed for this.”

“You want me to walk around your house naked?”

“Absolutely, I want to be able to taste you and take you whenever I want.”

My knees almost buckle as I suck in a breath.

Okay, I can get used to this.