Page 113 of Billionaire Bachelor

I set my phone on the magnetic charging stand, positioning it just right so the camera can see most of my bed. While I was doing that, Logan lost his shirt and tie, putting his glorious chest and abs on display for my viewing pleasure.

“Now what?”

“Scoot back, take off the hoodie, and spread your legs. I want to see how wet you are already, from thinking about getting off with me.”

“Oh, god,” I whisper.

Logan groans as I pull the zipper down and his hoodie falls off my shoulders revealing my breasts. There’s an awkward moment where the sleeve gets stuck on my ACE bandage, but he doesn’t seem to notice because as I’m pulling it off, he seems hypnotized by the bouncing of my boobs. I prop myself up with some pillows, lying diagonally across the mattress so he can see me better.

“Show me how much you want this, Pip. Spread your legs and dip two fingers inside. I want to see how wet and shiny they are when they come out.”

Damn, he’s so dirty.

I spread my legs, moaning as I glide two fingers inside as he instructed. When I pull them out and hold them up to the camera, they glisten under the lighting, coated with my arousal.

“Fuck, that’s so hot.” His voice is gravelly now, like he barely has a leash on his control. “I want to watch you rub that pretty little clit, like you’re getting yourself ready to take my cock. But do it nice and slow. Tease yourself, baby.”

I moan as I begin a slow rotation. “I love your filthy mouth so, so much.”

“I’m just getting started, baby.”

I glance at the screen, seeing his eyes darken, locked on my every move. “I want to see you, Logan. I need to watch you, too.”

His lips curve into a grin as he adjusts his screen. The angle isn’tperfect, but I can now see him from his head down to mid-thigh, which gives me all the good stuff. Logan unbuckles his belt, lowers his slacks and boxers, pushing them down his legs until they’re out of sight. His thick cock is fully erect as he wraps his fist around it, groaning as he slides down from root to tip.

“Is this what you wanted, Rosie?”

“God, yes!” I shout as I rub myself faster, lost in the moment.

“Ease up, Rosie,” he commands. “Nice and slow, remember.” When I do as he says, he adds, “Good girl.”

Why is that so hot? I used to think it was condescending to say that to a grown woman, but with Logan, man, it just does it for me.

“Logan, I need more.” I’m panting, lifting my hips slightly. “Please.”

“Grab the silicone dildo. The thick one. And the bullet.”

Yaaasss, girl, my vagina cheers.

I scramble to grab my new favorite toy out of the nightstand drawer, along with the mini vibe, and resume my position. I’m so wet, no lube is necessary. Since my left hand is mostly out of commission, I carefully use it to hold the mini vibrator over my clit and switch it on to a lightly pulsing beat, while my right hand works the dildo inside of me.

“Rosie, you are my every fantasy come true, you know that? Look at you. You’re a fucking goddess.”

“Oh, god, Logan, it’s not you, but it’s such a good substitute.” My eyes roll back as pleasure zings down my spine.

“That’s it, baby. Keep fucking yourself, just the way you like it.”

The muscles on his arm flex as he strokes himself, and his breath shudders every time he reaches the head, twisting his fist before working it back down again.

“Fuck, I wish I could taste you. My tongue would be all over that pretty pussy, licking and sucking until you were screaming my name. And then I would kiss you, so you could see how fucking incredible you taste, and so I could keep tasting you as my cock reminds you who’s going to be railing you for the rest of your life.”

“Logan, I’m so close,” I pant. “I want you to come with me. Can you get there?”

“Yeah, baby, I can get there.” He strokes faster. “When I get home, I want you to be waiting for me in my apartment. Do you think you can do that?”

“I can do that,” I agree, moaning like a porn star as I pick up the pace.

“First, I want you on your knees, and I’m going to fuck that sassy mouth of yours until I come down your throat.”