Auctioned By The Ceo

Chapter 11

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 Ccontent © exclusive by Nô/vel(D)ra/ma.Org.

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.

Logan pushed her over that edge time and time again, while he pummeled into her like a madman. 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, which made

the multitude of releases he wrung from her burn even hotter.

“So fucking good, come for me again, girl, that’s it.”

Logan thrust deep, and stayed there, while he pushed one slick digit through her butthole. The

forbidden nature of it caused the most intense release yet, and Hannah bucked and screamed, dimly

aware of his pulling out of her. Hot splashes of his seed hit her belly and boobs, while she shook

helplessly in aftershocks and the world faded away a little. When she could breathe without sounding

like a steam train and she opened her eyes, it was to see Logan watching her.

“Welcome back, sweetheart.”

The self-satisfied smirk which kicked up his full lips should have been annoying, but with her body still

quivering in aftershocks, she had to give him that. Lord knew this man knew his way around a woman’s

body.

“Did I go somewhere?” She grimaced at the breathy quality of her voice, and Logan laughed.

“Not really, but that was pretty fucking intense. You’re good?” There was an underlying tenseness to

that question that made her heart beat faster, not least because he traced the outline of one erect

nipple with his finger while he spoke.

“I’m more than good. That was…” She shook her head and swallowed the words, not really wanting

him to get an 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 stalked away to the en-

suite.

“I’ll be right back.”

As odd as his behavior was, Hannah didn’t mind too much, not when 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 its semi flaccid state made everything down south tingle anew.

His eyes flashed in barely disguised amusement when he caught her checking him out and then

heated, as he approached the bed.

“You keep looking at me like that, I’ll want to fuck you again, and I don’t think you’re up for round two

yet. I was hard on you. Here, let me.”

The bed dipped, and Hannah gasped as he ran the warm cloths over her boobs, taking the evidence of

this earlier action away with every swipe. Her nipples hardened and her breasts grew heavy under his

ministrations.

“You have the most amazing curves, little dove, do you know that?” He murmured the words, while he

ran the cloth lower, across the quivering skin of her belly, until he reached her mound. Hannah didn’t

even try to hold in her groan when he wiped gently between her legs. His breaths got harsher, and his

shaft thickened and lengthened, next to her thigh, the tip of it already glistening with his arousal.

Logan froze when she grasped his hardness and squeezed slightly.

“Fuck, don’t do that. Unless you’re willing to follow through.”

His voice, all raspy and heavy, sent shockwaves through her, and she smiled up at him.

“What if I am?” she asked.