Logan: Her Warlock Protector book 3
“With every motion, his balls slapped against her ass. He felt her match his rhythm, arching her back up to give him a better angle to play first with her ass, and then to fondle a very different set of lips. The juices of her pussy, warm and intoxicating, sluiced over his left hand, and he worked forward to find the golden button of her clit.
Sweat dripped down her neck and her back, and the curve of her breasts bounced. His young witch was biting her lip to keep from shouting his name from the roof tops.
So controlled.
Everything he’d ever damn wanted.
But he felt her climax, her sex pulsing with its crescendo. It clamped him ferociously, silently, as she quivered in his gasp.
Now he was rushing, feeling the need pulling through him. The scent of rosemary was tingling in his nostrils, the scent of her—so female, so raw—hung in his throat. His balls quivered and then he hoisted up against her, slamming into her G-spot with all the force he could muster. He came then, and she reeled ba...ck and tossed flaming red hair into his eyes.MoreLess
Sweat dripped down her neck and her back, and the curve of her breasts bounced. His young witch was biting her lip to keep from shouting his name from the roof tops.
So controlled.
Everything he’d ever damn wanted.
But he felt her climax, her sex pulsing with its crescendo. It clamped him ferociously, silently, as she quivered in his gasp.
Now he was rushing, feeling the need pulling through him. The scent of rosemary was tingling in his nostrils, the scent of her—so female, so raw—hung in his throat. His balls quivered and then he hoisted up against her, slamming into her G-spot with all the force he could muster. He came then, and she reeled ba...ck and tossed flaming red hair into his eyes.MoreLess
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