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Entrusted (Club Destiny #7) Page 3
Author: Nicole Edwards

Well, his presence and the wild ideas running through her head about what they’d be doing in that swing.

“Damn, baby. Do you know how fucking hot you make me?”

“Me?” she asked, putting her hands over his when he cupped her naked breasts, kneading them firmly. “I thought you were turned on by watching Mistress Serena.”

“I was turned on by thinking about fucking you in this swing. Watching your naked body as I drive my cock deep in your pussy. It fucking turns me on, Sam.”

Well, when he put it that way.

Sam inhaled when he began to tweak her nipples between his forefingers and thumbs. Allowing her head to drop back against his chest, she allowed the sensations to consume her.

“Is that what you want, Sam? For me to drive my cock deep in your pussy?”

“Yes,” she moaned as he continued to drive her crazy with just his hands.

He leaned down, his fingers pinching and pulling her nipples while his warm breath caressed her cheek. “Nice and deep,” he groaned softly. “I’ll slide into your slick heat while you rock in the swing, impaling yourself on my dick.”

Sam moaned. She loved when he talked like that.

“Are you ready for me to strap you in?”

Eyeing the swing, she tried to figure out just how it functioned. Wow. That was one seriously strange looking contraption. From what she could tell, there was a padded strap for her to sit on, one that would support her lower back and then one for her neck.

Interesting.

There were also what appeared to be ankle and wrist restraints attached, and though Sam couldn’t quite picture exactly how that would work, her body heated nicely at the thought of being completely restrained for Logan.

“I’m ready.”

“Turn around,” Logan whispered, his hands on her waist.

Sam turned to face him and then Logan took care of the rest. The next thing she knew, she was resting somewhat comfortably – although entirely naked – in the swing.

“Damn,” Logan mumbled beneath his breath. “You look so much better than I even imagined. And trust me; I’ve been hot and bothered just from my imagination. You. Here. So much better. Fuck.”

Sam watched longingly as Logan unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks, freeing his thick, heavy cock. With unabashed interest, she continued to admire him while he stroked himself slowly, his gaze raking over her from head to foot, lingering at a few places in between.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked, her eyes darting up to meet his. Nothing like taunting Logan when he looked at her with so much fire in his eyes.

She loved watching him lose control and clearly, this was one of those times when he was going to do just that.

~~*~~*~~

“Not a damn thing,” Logan said, answering his sassy wife’s question.

He honestly wasn’t waiting for anything, unless holding himself in check was a valid reason for him to be stalling.

Logan was doing his best to control himself, but seeing his wife spread out in that swing, all of the images going through his mind of what it would be like to fuck her while she was suspended in mid-air… Yeah, well, needless to say, he wasn’t going to last forever.

His cock was throbbing, his balls aching, and he was ready to feel the silky wet depths of her pussy wrapped around him. Hell, he’d been ready since the moment she stepped out of their bedroom wearing that sexy black dress that he knew she loved.

Moving forward, because frankly he couldn’t take it anymore, Logan made a couple of minor adjustments to the swing, using the levers to hoist Sam up to the right height for him to slide right into her.

Ahh, God. The thought of his cock tunneling into her, her pussy milking him, pulling him in deep while he pounded away at her…

“Fuck, baby,” he growled. “Stroke my cock,” he told her gruffly as he stepped around to the side, feeling his control slipping a little more with each passing second. “Slow and easy.”

If she did anything else, he might just go off in her hand.

While Sam teased him with her soft, smooth fingers along his shaft, Logan took the time to restrain her legs, lifting them up and open so that she wouldn’t have to do any of the work. When he was finished, she was relaxing back on the narrow straps, her legs forming a wide “V,” leaving her open and waiting for him.

Taking over stroking – which didn’t feel nearly as good as when she did it – Logan made his way between her thighs once more.

Unable to resist, Logan dropped to one knee between Sam’s creamy thighs and drove his tongue deep into her warm, wet heat.

“Oh, shit,” she moaned and he felt the swing rock as she reached for his head, firmly latching onto his hair.

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