Chapter 38 - Twenty Minutes Tops

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My brows fly up as his words fall into my ears. In the very next moment, I'm throwing myself over the center console to slam my lips against his plump ones with a fierce desire. The hunter reciprocates the kiss with a matching ferocity, fisting my collars and hauling me onto his lap while devouring my mouth. Our bodies meld together with an insatiable hunger, an undeniable craving that knows no bounds. My hands cradle his face, coordinating the movement of our heads in unison. The wounded one carefully ventures further up into his silvery locks and the other glides down his burning neck.

Logan rips at my shirt, tearing buttons and fabric while I mirror his actions, returning the favor by ravaging his own in search of direct contact with his skin. The moment my left palm splays against his rising and falling chest, it vibrates under my touch with a reverberating groan. His tongue swirls and tangles with mine as if sparring, sending sparks dancing along my nerve endings. Our rapid heated breaths mingle and create tiny clouds of vapor that float upward from where our lips meet.

Heat radiates from his erection while it pushes through the fabrics of our jeans to lodge itself between my ass-cheeks, beckoning me to provide it with the attention it seeks. I press and grind my hips against it while dry humping against Logan's stomach. "Fuuuck... You're so needy~", his hoarse voice sends tingles up my spine, and lust pools in my crotch, fueling my actions.

His long fingers hook into the belt loops of my jeans before exerting a powerful tug that elevates me from his lap. While his tongue continues to assert its claim on the confines of my mouth, he yanks my jeans all the way down to my knees and then captures my bare ass in his hands. My dick, now freed and standing proudly against my stomach, throbs in need as he kneads the twin mounds, his fingernails digging into my flesh.

Tearing his lips away from my swollen ones, the hunter fixates his hooded gaze on me while bringing his right hand to my mouth. His thumb traces the reddened imprints of his bites on my bottom lip, coaxing it apart to make way for his index and middle fingers to dive in. My tongue darts out to welcome them, allowing them to skim over my taste buds before sensually wrapping around them. My dilated pupils remain locked on his, permitting the hint of approval within them to drive my arousal.

When he pulls his fingers out of my mouth, slender strings of saliva stretching between them, I lean into his frame once more, almost whining as I implore for another rendezvous. The male observes me, his lips stretching into a smirk. He clearly revels in my undeniable yearning for him. Unabashedly, I connect our mouths once more, my tongue searching for its domineering companion. My hips move in a circular motion over the tent in his jeans, stimulating my engorged dick against his toned abdomen where it leaves a glistening trail of pre-cum.

Focused on our heated make-out session, I fail to acknowledge his right hand rejoining the left one until he spreads my butt-cheeks and drives the saliva-coated digits knuckles-deep into my ass. The long moan of pain and pleasure that escapes my throat, drowns in his possessive kiss. My body tenses instinctively, resisting the sudden penetration, but the generous amount of saliva the hunter applied helps ease the passage.

My grip on his silken hair tightens as his warm and slick digits expertly curl inward, pressing onto those secret places that send shockwaves of delight straight to my core. "Logann...", I groan out while my hips resume their sensual movement, my weight pressing down upon his fingers that scissor to stretch my hole further. Their every twitch and flick rubs against the bundle of nerves located just inches from my prostate. His numbers begin to slip in and out of me with ease while my dick steals friction from his taut muscles.

As the hunter trails kisses along my jawline, I tilt my head backward, granting him access to my sensitive neck. Logan's teeth spray small nips and dark blue hickeys on my reddened skin, releasing the heat trapped underneath it. My eyes flicker close as my attention narrows on the male's skilled fingers working inside me, massaging my rectum while also opening me wider. "So good, Logan~", I whimper breathlessly, panting and feeling the constant brutal throb of his own erection pressing against my inner thigh. White pearls emerge from the tiny hole in my cock and roll down its length only to add to the sticky mess I've created on his stomach.

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