Auctioned By The Ceo

“Are you laughing at me, girl?” He pulled her back down his length, locked his knees, and started to thrust in earnest. Laughter turned to moans, and Logan lost the ability to do anything but feel, as Hannah went over that edge before him. The rhythmic ripples along his shaft sent him, too, into the abyss of pleasure. With his head buried in her neck, he thrust in deep and stayed there, roaring out his pleasure, as his dick twitched inside the tight clasp of his wife’s body. Legs like jelly, they gave way, and he allowed them both to slide down the floor, until they ended up in an undignified heap of limbs and wet clothing on the stone floor. How long they stayed there, he would never know, but eventually the cold creeping into his butt and the shivers wracking his bride got through to his mush for brains that impromptu fuck fest had left him in. His softened cock slid from her silky embrace. He caught Hannah’s moan of denial in the kiss he gave her, until the shivers which appeared to wrack her body brought him to his senses.

“Forgive me, you’re frozen. Let’s get you out of this.”

Hannah wanted nothing more than to stay in his arms, but Logan was a man on a mission. He ignored her protests, and having pulled her off the floor, picked her up again as though she weighed no more than a feather.

He hushed her protests with a shake of the head, and firm admonishment to watch herself, as he started to climb the winding, narrow, wooden staircase.

She clung on tight, ducked when he told her to, and got a fleeting impression of several charming, rustic rooms before they reached the top of the tower. Logan appeared barely out of breath, and she had to marvel at his strength as he set her on her feet inside one of the most delightful bedrooms Hannah had ever seen.

It was dominated by the king size wooden bed in the middle of the room. A rollover old fashioned bath stood in one corner, next to a wooden chest of drawers, on which several fluffy bath towels were piled. She recognized her suitcase in the corner of the room, and her gaze traveled upwards over the myriad of beams that crossed the ceiling. The warm colors of the décor were reflected in the deep red and brown hues of the bedspread and added to the whole, rustic feel of the room.

“Here, wrap this around your shoulders, and I’ll run you bath.”

Logan flung a towel around her shoulders, and she sank into the fluffy material with a grateful sigh. While it was considerably warmer up here, her wet dress chilled her skin now that the aftereffects of her earlier orgasms had worn off, and she felt bereft without Logan’s warm body surrounding her. Much to her dismay he wrapped a towel round his hips, which spoiled her view somewhat, but the byplay of his muscular shoulders and back, as he made short work of running her that bath provided more than enough ogling material. The angel tattoo across his shoulder blades almost appeared to come to life, and Hannah swallowed her sigh.

Theirs might not be a love match, but to be married to this hunk, and to have the right to ogle his physique whenever she chose to, let alone the fantastic sex were more than enough compensation.

Logan smirked when he caught her checking him out, and gently tugged the towel out of her grasp.

this works, ah, turn

sodden

her close and she felt the hard evidence of his

to warm you

“Spoilsport, there

he’d turned her again to face him, and the way he was tenting that towel while

back until her legs hit the side of the bed, and she fell

them wider. Let

still, and the most sinful smile spread across his

heels on the bed, hold onto your ankles and let your knees

that deep, dark delicious edge, which she simply couldn’t resist. As awkward as this position felt, it was

are for me. Your little hole is clenching as I speak, and you’re lovely and pink,

fuck

it simply felt natural to give into her darker fantasies. “I

he approved, as did the

you’re ready

emphasis on that title, and when he smiled and nodded she released the breath she

of the ropes, or