Page 26 of Real Good Man
“So you don’t think I should take my neighbor’s advice and keep my legs closed?”
A spark lights in Logan’s eyes. “Only if you want your pussy to be even tighter while I fuck you.”
Hearing those dirty words come out of Logan’s mouth is my undoing. There’s nothing sexier than seeing this nice guy turn dominant in the bedroom. My whole body responds, and I drop the dress in a puddle of material on the floor.
I’m really glad I didn’t chicken out on meeting him. Really. Glad.
The last time a guy had the balls to order me around in the bedroom, he didn’t have the skills to back it up. I know Logan can deliver orgasms purely based on his oral abilities, and I’m hoping he’s just as talented with that bulge he’s packing.
I try to slip by him, but his hands lock around my waist and his deep voice rumbles in my ear.
“I want you bent over the bed so I can get my hands on that perfect ass.”
A shiver works through me as he releases his hold. “Is that right?”
“Don’t make me wait, Banner. Stretch your arms out, palms down. Don’t move them.”
Following orders doesn’t come naturally to me on my best day in any other area of my life, but there’s something about giving up control in the bedroom to a man I’m confident can deliver that does it for me.
“Okay.”
I close the remaining three feet to the bed and stretch myself over it, glad I picked the extra-high version and not the platform my designer tried to talk me into. This height is exactly perfect. I press my palms against the duvet and wait for whatever’s coming next. The stroke of Logan’s palm across the globes of my ass sends my anticipation soaring.
“Sweet fucking Christ.” It comes out quietly, like he’s saying some kind of prayer.
A guy who worships my ass? I can handle that.
Two fingers slide between my legs to sweep over my pussy, and I can’t help but moan and push back against him. The one finger he gave me before had primed me, but I want more.
“Soaked pussy and a perfect ass.” His thumb circles my clit, sending all the nerve endings spinning out of control. “This is pure temptation. Jesus, Banner. You’re so sweet laid out for me.”
His words set off another rush of moisture between my legs. I push back against his touch, wanting more.
Logan’s other hand joins the game and both skim along my skin, teasing me, but never quite touching where I think they will. I press back again, trying to force him to give me what I want, but both palms lift before I feel a rush of air and acrackagainst my right cheek.
I jerk, sucking in a breath.
He spanked me.
A thought about my half-jokingly assembled sexual bucket list pops in my head.I can finally check that off!
His hand strokes the skin it just heated and I lean into it, already addicted to his touch on my skin.
“I love seeing my handprint on your ass.”
“I can’t believe you did that,” I say, my voice barely a whisper.
“But you liked it.”
His big hand finally slips between my legs again to drag through the slickness dripping down my thighs.
“You’re so wet for me.”
“I guess it’s those magic Kentucky hands.” When he pulls back, I regret the loss immediately and don’t hesitate to tell him. “No stopping. We’re moving to the fucking portion of the entertainment.”
Logan leans over my body, his skin brushing against mine. His deep, accented voice sends shivers through me when he speaks.
“Fuck you with my fingers until you scream again? Because that’s what I’m going to do. You’re not ready for my cock yet. I won’t give you that until you’re begging for it.”
