Chapter 141 Not Done

Chapter 141 Not Done

Dawn’s Point of View

Logan worked my shorts down my legs and yanked my panties off with them. Whatever shame I still had followed the fabric to the floor.

He shoved my thighs wide open, leaving me completely bare. Grabbing a pillow, he shoved it under my hips, tilting me up toward his mouth. Then, without any warning, his lips locked onto my dripping pussy.

A loud moan ripped out of me. I slammed both hands over my mouth to smother the rest.

His tongue dragged hard over my clit. He didn’t tease. He went at me like a man starving—lapping, sucking, pulling the swollen bud into his mouth and working it with dirty, rhythmic pulls that made my whole body jolt.

Wet, filthy sounds filled the room and only made me wetter.

Two thick fingers pushed inside me, curling straight against that spot that always wrecked me. His tongue kept circling and sucking my clit while his fingers pumped deep, pushing me past every limit.

“Fuck—oh my God—” The words gasped out of me as my hands left my mouth and fisted into his hair.

It was too much. I couldn’t decide whether to shove him away or pull him closer. He growled against me and sucked harder, tongue vicious on my clit. My hips bucked hard enough to lift off the pillow; he pinned me down with a forearm across my lower belly, holding me exactly where he wanted me so he could devour me.

My legs shook around his head. My pussy clenched and throbbed around his fingers, and he knew. He pressed harder, drove deeper, and sent me thrashing across the sheets.

Logan drank me through it. Even as I shook and quivered, he refused to let up—sucking hard on that same spot while his fingers kept pumping in the same ruthless rhythm. I twitched once. Then it hit.

Everything shattered.

He still didn’t stop, not even when my body trembled like it was about to break apart. With the last of my strength I clamped both hands over my mouth and screamed soundlessly into my palms as the orgasm tore through me violently.

He only pulled back when he’d taken every last tremor, every last drop I had to give. I collapsed against the pillow, breathing hard, back aching, and my eyes clouded with sleep.

Logan lifted his head from between my thighs. His blue eyes had gone almost black. He crawled up my body and kissed me deep, forcing me to taste myself on his tongue.

“I’m not done with you. I’m going to fuck you until you forget how to use your legs.” He whispered against my lips, and it didn’t sound like a threat, not one that scared me.

I felt his throbbing cock press against me as he kept kissing me, deeper this time. My pussy clenched hard around nothing, already begging for him. He broke the kiss just long enough to shove his briefs down, then lined himself up against my entrance—still wrecked and sensitive from the first orgasm.

Without any warning he drove into me in one filthy, brutal thrust, burying every thick inch. I gasped at the sudden stretch, nails digging into his shoulders as he started fucking me in deep, punishing strokes that slammed the bed frame against the wall.

My eyes flew wide.

Our parents were in the next room. If he kept going this hard and loud, the whole hotel would hear the sound of the bed creaking or even worse, we would have to face the hotel for breaking the bed.

“Logan—” I moaned in protest. “You’re going to break the bed—ah—”

He grinned down at me, voice rough against my face.

“Look at you. Taking my cock like a greedy little slut. Look how you’re soaking the sheets already. How are we going to explain to room service tomorrow that we’re brother and sister?”

I couldn’t think. I just moaned and lifted my hips to meet every thrust, chasing more of him. Nothing else mattered. I only wanted him as deep as he could go.

“You love this, don’t you?” he asked. I nodded frantically.

“You like getting your cunt eaten until you’re shaking, then fucked stupid right after? Tell me how it feels.”

He grabbed my jaw, forcing my eyes to his.

“So fucking good,” I groaned against his mouth. “Don’t stop—right there—ah—”

He slammed into me harder. The wet sound of skin on skin filled the room, making me even wetter, even hungrier for him.

“Take every inch,” he growled. “I’m going to keep fucking you until you’re shaking and begging me to stop.”

Why would I ever beg him to stop?

He shoved my legs wider, spreading me open so he could watch himself disappear inside me. It was filthy and embarrassing and I loved every second of it. His balls slapped hard against my ass as he picked up the pace. Two fingers found my swollen clit and rubbed tight, relentless circles while he pounded into me. My eyes rolled back. The dual sensation was overwhelming.

“That’s it. Good girl. Look how hard you’re gripping me.”

I was close. So fucking close. He felt it too—his hips started snapping faster, more erratic, our skin meeting in filthy, rhythmic smacks. Then he drove into me even harder.

I shattered around him with a broken moan. This time he crushed his mouth over mine, swallowing the sound as the orgasm ripped through me. He never slowed down, fucking me straight through it.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he groaned against my lips. “I’m nowhere near finished with you.”