Chapter 62
Quickly sliding her panties to the side with one hand, he thrust two fingers inside her, feeling her greedy p***y clamp on them. She threw her head back, raising her shoulders off the couch, and Logan almost lost his s**t when she raised her own shirt – his damn shirt – and rolled her n*****s between her fingers. “How many?” he groaned. She had to be lying. She had to be.
“None,” she panted, f*****g his hand.
A sly grin spread his lips as he finger-f****d her, bringing her to the very brink of orgasm before stopping cold and removing his fingers, watching in satisfaction as she sank back to the couch, whining and wriggling in frustration. “Please...”
“How many?” he asked again. “Tell me,” he said, sliding his fingers back inside her and crooking them against that sweet
