Page 15 of Just Say Yes (Kings #5)

FIFTEEN

LOGAN

“Yes.”

That single word was enough to snap the last thread of my self-control. It wasn’t just her answer—it was the confidence behind it. The way she owned her desires, like she was finally realizing how powerful she could be.

I could tell MJ was nervous. It was clear, based on what she’d shared, that she was a little inexperienced. Whatever fumbling assholes she had been with didn’t matter.

I could show her how a woman deserved to be treated.

Every question was my way of checking for consent. Monitoring how comfortable she was with what we were doing.

Sure, I would have loved to slam into her, bending her in half and driving her into the headboard. I wanted to bury myself in her, to claim her in every way a man could. But this wasn’t about me. Tonight was about showing her that she was worth every ounce of restraint, every second of waiting.

Right now, she needed slow ... and I was a patient man.

My cock ached in protest.

I knew what she wanted and I could give it to her. My possessive streak had roared to life, and all that mattered was her pleasure. Her safety in that moment.

There’d be a time and place for making her scream my name as my cock drove into her. The urge to help her give in to the relief of an orgasm rippled through me.

Every nerve in my body was screaming to take her, to bury myself inside her heat and lose myself. But I held back, the ache of wanting her dulled by the need to prove she deserved more than just being fucked.

She deserved to be worshipped.

I feasted on her, and my thumb circled her clit, adding pressure as her thighs squeezed the sides of my face. Her hand tugged at my hair as she cried out my name.

“Yes,” she sobbed as her pussy fluttered around my tongue. As promised, I lapped up every bit of her, enjoying every second of her orgasm.

Her body trembled beneath my hands, and I slowed my movements, giving her space to process every touch. I wasn’t just watching her—I was learning her, listening to every unspoken cue.

I glanced up, appreciating the view as she lay on her back, panting.

Her chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, her skin flushed and glistening in the low light. She looked like a goddess—powerful and utterly unguarded. And I couldn’t believe she was there with me, trusting me to give her this.

Her head lifted as I licked her taste from my mustache.

Her attention dropped to my mouth as her teeth sank into her bottom lip.

I smirked. “Do you want to taste yourself?”

Her eyes flew to mine as I stood. She scooted back on the bed, and I prowled over her.

MJ looked at my mouth again and nodded. I slowly lowered my mouth to hers, letting her experience how good she tasted.

We both moaned and I deepened the kiss, pressing my body into her. “You like how you taste?”

MJ smiled, a hint of embarrassment playing at the edges. “I like how I taste on you.”

God, she was perfect—playful and sexy as hell.

It hit me like a punch to the gut that I wanted to be the only one who ever got to see her like this.

She tasted better than anything I could imagine. She was fucking perfect.

Satisfied, I rolled off her and exhaled. My cock pressed against the denim of my pants. Beside me, MJ propped herself up on her elbow. Her cardigan had disappeared, but her tits were still pushed up by that tiny little purple bra.

Her hand moved over my shirt and down to where my dick throbbed. The hesitation in her eyes was gone, replaced by something bold and sure. She was taking what she wanted, and I’d never been more willing to give someone everything they asked for.

When she moved to unbutton my pants, I gently caught her wrist. “It’s okay,” I assured her. “We don’t have to.”

She sucked in her bottom lip, and her eyes flicked to mine before lowering again. She was embarrassed, but I didn’t entirely understand why.

Finally, she let go of the breath she was holding. “I still want to take things slowly—slow-ish, at least.” She smiled as she undid the button and lowered my zipper. “But I do want this.”

Her hand gripped me through my boxer briefs, and I sucked in a breath. “You can take from me whatever you want.”

My cock. My heart. Fuck, I would have given MJ anything she asked for in that moment.

I watched her confidence build as the blush in her cheeks gave way to a sly smile. MJ slithered down until her face was beside my hips. Her bare ass was high and round in the air as she lowered my jeans and boxer briefs to free me.

I gripped the back of my collar and discarded my shirt in one pull, and she tossed my pants beside the bed.

“Holy shit,” she breathed as she looked at my naked body. “You are unreal.”

I flexed my abs, giving her the show she wanted, as pride stretched against my ribs. She grinned and gripped my length.

Her eyes whipped to mine. “I like when you talk me through it. Tell me what you like.”

Jesus Christ, woman.

I brushed a strand of hair from her face. “I can do that.”

Her smile grew.

“Open. Tongue out.” I propped myself on the pillows to get a better look at her. She was on her knees, thighs pressed together, like she was begging for it.

I guided her head to my cock, gliding across her tongue into her warm, wet mouth. Her lips closed over me as she moaned. I felt like I was going to burst right there.

MJ may have seemed unsure of herself, but she knew what she was doing. Her other hand moved around me, squeezing me at the base while her mouth worked up and down my shaft. Her nipples, sharp points beneath soft purple lace, were begging to be pinched.

Her lips thinned as she took more of me, my cock stretching her mouth.

Fuck, how her pussy would stretch around me too.

Her head bobbed as she lathed her tongue around the head of my cock. She took more of me, further down her throat. I hissed a breath, willing my hips not to press deeper until she gagged.

Through gritted teeth, I commanded, “Eyes on me.”

She obeyed, and I nearly came on the spot. I’d never experienced anything hotter than MJ staring up at me with her mouth full of my cock.

Her lips stretched around me, her wide, hazel eyes locked on mine. She was trusting me, giving herself over completely. The thought made my chest tighten even as the pleasure threatened to rip me apart.

When she gagged, MJ eased off me, a string of saliva still connecting us before she lowered again, stroking and bobbing on my cock.

“You’re fucking perfect.” I meant every word.

A tiny moan rattled in her throat as a curtain of hair fell into her face. I gently moved it away, but as soon as my hand touched her, she froze.

“I just want to see you, baby. You set the pace.” I wanted to assure her that my hand on her head wasn’t meant to startle her.

“You’re doing so well.” I could see her grin around my cock as she continued to work me. “Fuck, you’re going to make me come.”

She paused and looked up. “Tell me. Tell me when you’re about to come.”

“Where do you want it?” I asked as she brought me closer and closer to the edge. “Down your throat or across those perfect fucking tits?”

My control was threadbare, and the wet, sucking noises were almost too much.

“Tits,” she answered.

MJ cupped my balls as she sucked, and it was game over.

In one quick move, I shifted, pressing her to the mattress and straddling her. With my hand wrapped around my cock, I stroked as she looked up at me with a sultry smile. Her hands pressed her breasts together and pinched her nipples as I erupted.

Hot, thick ropes of cum shot across her chest and up her neck. I groaned as I pumped out the last drops onto her gorgeous, flawless skin.

I was panting hard and braced myself on the headboard in front of me to keep the bulk of my weight off her.

Every muscle in my body relaxed, but my chest tightened all over again. It wasn’t just the way she looked beneath me, flushed and messy and so fucking gorgeous—it was the way she made me feel.

Like I couldn’t stop at just this, even if I wanted to.

A giggle shot out of her, and I looked down. She was radiant and irresistible.

“What’s so funny?” I asked with a playful frown.

“You made a mess.” Her soft laugh reassured me that she had enjoyed every second.

My fingers dipped into the cum on her chest, painting her—claiming her as mine.

My fingers stayed gentle as they wrapped around her delicate neck. “I’m just saying, you might need a tarp next time.”

She smirked up at me, her hair splayed across the bed. “Next time? Confident, aren’t you?”

I grinned. “Oh, there’s definitely going to be a next time. Turns out I like making messes with you.”

Before moving off her, I plopped a quick kiss on her mouth. “Stay in bed. I’ll get you cleaned up.”

Part of me wanted to take care of her while the other part was desperately trying to figure out why I not only wanted to take care of her but felt something dangerously close to a need to do so.

This was supposed to be simple. But every time I touched her, it felt less like something I wanted and more like something I needed. And that scared the hell out of me.

One thing I knew for certain: This thing with MJ King was dangerous, and I had no intention of stopping.