The Seven Year Witch: That Old Black Magic, Book 2 by Jodi Redford Read Free Book Online Page B

Logan darted his tongue with concentrated flicks across her clitoris. The orgasm welled inside her, holding her suspended for one blinding moment, before she shattered with devastating impact. She cried out, her body shaking so uncontrollably she thought her knees might buckle.
    Eventually the quakes subsided and she slumped on the couch, boneless. She heard Logan whisper something that sounded like beautiful before he rose to his feet. His fingers traced the curve of her spine in a gentle, almost-reverent caress. He came into view as he walked toward the pine coffee table. Her climax hadn’t left her so shell-shocked that she couldn’t appreciate the spectacular visual of Logan’s sculpted chest covered with a fine sheen of sweat. He’d removed his T-shirt, but his jeans remained in place. Although it looked like he’d unzipped them at some time to relieve the pressure on that mouthwatering hard-on.
    He flipped open the lid of the decorative metal box resting on the coffee table and reached inside, extracting a condom packet. A mix of contradicting emotions raced through her. Excitement over the prospect of finally having his cock buried inside her and disbelief that she was about to engage in sex with someone who kept an available stash of condoms on their coffee table. For goddess’s sake, where else did he hoard them? The cookie jar in the kitchen?
    All of her doubts took an inconvenient siesta the minute Logan rucked his jeans down and his cock sprang free, all rosy and engorged. A single drop of precome glistened from the plum-shaped cap. Her mouth dry, she watched him kick free of his clothing and rip the foil packet with his teeth. It was then that she noticed that the lower portion of his face was glossy with her wetness.
    He caught her stare, and she licked her lips. “Can…can I put the condom on you?”
    “No, shug. You touch my cock, and I’ll come before even gettin’ to feel your pussy grippin’ me.”
    “That would be a shame.”
    He offered a lopsided grin. “You’re tellin’ me.” Unfolding the condom, he smoothed it onto his shaft. The responding quiver of his washboard abdominals fascinated her, as did the intriguing way his biceps flexed with his motions, drawing her eyes to the barbed-wire tattoo encircling his upper arm. For as long as she could remember, she’d harbored a secret fantasy about licking that damn tat. Now was no exception.
    Truthfully, she also wouldn’t mind licking his beautiful cock like it was a tasty popsicle, either. But judging from his confession regarding his thinly leashed control, that pleasure would have to wait for later. She tried to shove from the cushion and grimaced when her wobbly legs refused to cooperate. “As much as this pains me to admit, you’ll have to carry me to your bedroom. I don’t think there’s any possible way I can walk yet.”
    Logan’s smile turned wicked. “That’s because I totally annihilated you with my oral warfare. Your pussy didn’t stand a chance.”
    “Annihilated?” She wrinkled her nose. “Just when I think you can’t possibly get any cruder…”
    “You weren’t complainin’ while you were comin’ like crazy on my tongue.”
    “On second thought, don’t carry me. I don’t need that ego of yours swelling any more out of control than it already is. You might rupture something.” She struggled to get up, but before she could do anything more strenuous than lift onto her elbows, Logan boxed her in from behind.
    “Got news for ya, shug. My ego isn’t the only thing swellin’ out of control.” He rubbed his latex-sheathed cock between the cheeks of her ass, and she whimpered. His fingers slid between her legs and skimmed over her clit. Despite having just experienced the most mind-blowing climax of her life, a hot flush of need trembled through her. Logan’s cock slipped lower and teased the entrance to her slit. “The wolf in me wants to fuck you like this.”
    “You mean doggie style? Sweet goddess,