Lynn’s POV:
"Do it," he commands against my skin, the vibration making me shudder. "Come for me, Lynn."
The orgasm hits me like a tidal wave, pleasure crashing through every nerve ending. I cry out, my back arching off the bed as Logan's tongue continues its relentless assault, drawing out my climax until I'm trembling and oversensitive.
Finally, he pulls back, his lips glistening with my arousal. The sight is so erotic I feel another pulse of desire.
"f**k," I breathe. "That was—"
"We're not done yet," Logan says, his voice rough with need.
He reaches for the condom, tearing open the packet. But I stop him, my hand covering his.
"Don't wear it" I whisper.
His eyes revealed surprise and joy.. I sit up, taking him in hand—hot and hard and pulsing with need. Logan groans at my touch,
