Fire of Betrayal by Demi Dumond

Author:Demi Dumond [Dumond, Demi]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-10-14T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Bree

Logan was back in human form and standing right in front of me. Completely naked, and with a wicked grin on his face. My eyes drifted down from his face to his washboard abs and then kept right on going.

I had wondered more than once what he looked like under those jeans, but wow, I didn’t have to guess anymore. He was huge. Between the grin on his face and his huge cock, I felt a throbbing between my legs that was taking over.

A minute ago, Logan was breathing fire, literally, and now he was right there standing in front of me like a snack I wanted to eat. My brain was still trying to process what I had just seen, but my body was another story. It was done processing. It wanted Logan.

My eyes made their way back up slowly to those smoldering brown eyes. I could see the hunger in them. A hunger that matched my own. I was practically panting.

He crossed to me, leaned down, and kissed me deeply. Hungrily. Our tongues danced, causing my entire body to tingle with desire for him.

As if hearing my thoughts, his hot hands grabbed my ass, exploring all of me through my jeans. Each touch brought a fresh wave of heat between my legs.

I hopped up and wrapped my legs around his waist. He continued kissing me while he carried me over to the bed in the middle of the room. Then he threw me down on it playfully and followed me down with a growl that nearly made me come.

No man had ever had this powerful of an effect on me. I wanted more. I got to my knees on the bed and took his now very erect cock in my mouth, barely.

He groaned with pleasure. I continued working it into my mouth, caressing him with my fingers. He was so hard.

Then he growled again and shoved me gently backward. “No,” he said gruffly, “it’s your turn.”

He kissed me again on the lips and then released, his head making its way down my body sending warm kissed I could feel through my clothes.

Finally, he made his way to my jeans, which were already damp with desire. His fingers deftly unzipped them. I lifted my hips, practically begging him to slide them off me.

Then a cell phone rang. It had to be his because it wasn’t mine. It rang six times and then turned off, going to voicemail.

Logan continued with my jeans, tugging them off. I gasped as they slipped off of me. I felt a thrill as a pair of pink, wet panties were the only thing now between Logan and me.

Then his phone rang again. Six more times and then voicemail. He ignored it and ripped off my panties, a look of ravenous hunger in his eyes. I arched my back feeling his breath on the wet flesh between my legs.

His phone rang a third time. It sprung me out of the moment. As much as I wanted him, I couldn’t pretend it wasn’t a distraction anymore.

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