Auctioned By The Ceo

Hannah forced herself to relax around him, and he slid in even deeper. His hands tightened around her wrists to such a degree she would no doubt have bruises come morning. Right now, here in this moment, with them joined as intimately as two people could be, however, she didn’t care. Nothing mattered but the fierce look in his dark eyes as he glared down at her. She should have been afraid, but the danger she sensed, just made this encounter more thrilling. Hannah never took risks, but with his cock jerking inside of her, growing even bigger when she clenched and released around him, and Logan’s sharp exhale, she didn’t care. She’d caused that look on his face, the loss of control, the clenched jaw, and the tremor which started in his arms and traveled down his body.

His six-pack quivered with his ragged breathing, and his buttocks clenched under her calf as she slid one leg up his.

“Jesus, woman. I haven’t. We need protection.”

Those words alone should have been enough to make her stop this, but the gravelly cadence of those words, forced from his lips, as he threw his head back and pushed in even deeper, as though he couldn’t help himself urged her on.

“No need … clean … on pill … trust you…”

“Thank fuck for that.”

Logan bent his head and kissed her, while he pulled out and rocked back inside of her. Hannah’s cry of pleasure was caught in his mouth as he pushed in and out of her with increasing speed that left her breathless. She lifted up to his thrusts, helpless to withstand the maelstrom of sensation he subjected her to. When he released her hands, grasped her hips and got to his knees, the changed angle of his thrusts sent her over the abyss into an orgasm so intense she screamed. Logan cursed and pumped faster, while he latched onto one her nipples and sucked. The added stimulation prolonged the trembles wracking her body, and when he added his thumb to her clit, Hannah climaxed once more.

The wet sounds of their coupling joined their moans and grunts, the bed shook, and Hannah could only hang on for dear life as Logan played her body like the master he was. Not an inch of her skin was left untouched by his lips or hands, as he whispered filthy words into her sweat-slicked skin,

fucking good, come for me

of his seed hit

“Welcome back, sweetheart.”

lips should have been annoying, but with her body still quivering in aftershocks, she had to

I go somewhere?” She grimaced at the breathy quality of her voice,

really, but that was pretty fucking intense. You’re good?” There was an underlying tenseness to that question that made her heart beat

even bigger ego than he already had. Not that he looked all that confident right now. A shadow crossed his features, made his jaw tighten, and he sat up abruptly and

“I’ll be right back.”

it afforded her the perfect view of his excellent physique. There really wasn’t an ounce of fat on that man. He was all hard planes and cut muscles, which rippled as he walked, and just like she’d suspected he’d had several breath-taking tattoos. An angel’s wings spread across his back, and she followed the intricate detail down to the lean hips and the delectable butt, which clenched as he strode away. Myriad of smaller tattoos also covered his arms, and when he reappeared a short time later with a washcloth in one hand, she saw he had some more across his pecs, too. Naturally her gaze strayed down his front to his groin, and she swallowed a groan. She knew he was big, had the sore bits to prove it, but seeing how impressive his cock was even in

her checking