He cheated i chose two firefighters novel Chapter 188

Chapter 188 Wanna Give It a Shot?

Natalie’s POV

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Coming awake to a screaming orgasm–when I’m sure I’m only having a wet dream–is the best kind of morning. Logan is positioned between my legs, humming that strange tune again while he devours my pussy with his mouth. My legs drape over his shoulders as I stare down at him. His eyes stay locked on mine, and his baby blues look deeper, darkened by lust. I watch him push his tongue inside me, working it and twisting it to gather every bit of my cream that he can. I can’t stop myself from rubbing my mound against his mouth, grinding into him as another orgasm crashes through me.

I always think Dylan and Clayton can eat pussy like a fantasy, but Logan is in a league all his own. It’s the only thing that matters to him. He doesn’t whisper dirty words, he doesn’t depend on his fingers to help, and he simply uses his tongue, his lips, and his teeth. He tilts his head from side to side, he drives his tongue deep, he sucks my clit, and then he gives it a gentle bite.

He pulls two more orgasms from me before he finally finishes. I’m left completely

boneless, a ruined, trembling mess. At last he lifts his face to breathe, still humming as he smiles at me like he’s just earned an A–plus on an exam. His dimples only make it worse, because they’re ridiculously charming.

“That was amazing. A very good morning to you, sir,” I pant.

He lets out a warm chuckle. “Morning, Angel. You look so delicious that I can’t help myself.”

“Well, you’re welcome to not help yourself whenever you want. Where are your brothers?”

“They head out a while ago to pick up more supplies. Dylan hears a huge storm is on the way, and he’s worried we won’t have enough water, alcohol, and food.”

“So the cabin is just ours?”

“Yes,” he says, climbing over me.

He reaches between us, lines himself up, and then eases into me slowly. Logan isn’t as thick as the other two, but he is the longest. Dylan is more average in length, yet he’s thick. Clayton is a blend of both–thick and long, with a slight curve. Every one of them feels

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He stays perfectly still while he studies my face. His gaze travels over every feature, taking his time. Eventually, his eyes settle on mine.

“You’re so beautiful. I’ve never seen anyone as sexy as you are. That outfit you wear last

night makes me nearly burst the second I see you.”

Heat rises in my cheeks at what he says. Dylan is always giving me compliments, and now it feels like Logan and Clayton are going to do the same. No man has ever admired me or praised me the way the three of them do.

“You make me feel pretty.”

“Oh, darling, you’re not just pretty–you’re exquisite. You’re gorgeous, exotic, curvalicious.”

I giggle. “Curvalicious? I’ve never heard that one.”

He pulls out and drives back in, and a moan spills from me as he swivels and grinds his hips. He does it twice more, then goes still again.

“Please don’t deny me my orgasm, please. That is torture,” I beg.

“I’m not,” he says, “I just don’t want to cum too fast. There’s so much I want to do to you. I’ve got some particular tastes. When it feels this good and there isn’t other stimulation, I struggle not to finish right away. And your pussy feels so good–especially with no barrier between us. Dylan and Clayton have a hard time understanding what I like.”

“Then tell me what you like.”

“I don’t want to scare you.”

“You won’t. I want to please you as much as you please me.”

He searches my eyes for a long moment. “Okay. Do you know what this is?”

He leans down and digs through the sheets. He has to have brought something with him. when he comes to wake me. He lifts an object that looks like a pen or a stylus, except there’s a little silver ball on the tip, about the size of a small marble.

“No… what is that?”

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“It’s a shocker pen. You press this little button, touch the ball to your skin, and it shocks you. Do you want to feel it?”

My breathing grows heavier while he gives me short, teasing thrusts–just enough to feel good, but not enough to push me over the edge.

“Okay,” I say, sounding nervous despite myself.

His thrusts deepen and lengthen, hitting harder, and that humming returns. He brings the pen up to my hardened nipple while he watches my face, and then he presses it to my skin.

My breath catches sharply as he traces a circle around my nipple, and a sensation like a thousand pinches spreads through my left breast. He is pounding into me, his humming growing louder. He shifts the pen to my sternum, and electric zaps travel through me wherever he makes contact. It causes pain, yet the pain is not excruciating. Instead, it intensifies my pleasure. His rhythm accelerates. Words begin to escape from his mouth. Is

he singing? He rises slightly and brings the pen into the space between our bodies.

“You are about to feel the biggest rush, baby.”

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