Say My Name (Gods of Saint Pierce #1) Read Online Logan Chance

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Gods of Saint Pierce Series by Logan Chance
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Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 102184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 511(@200wpm)___ 409(@250wpm)___ 341(@300wpm)
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The way he’s speaking to me is such a turn on. It makes me want to defy him to see what punishment he doles out.

“If you think it’ll shut me up,” I say, giving him a bratty attitude in my tone.

He stops. “You want me to get the whip back out?”

I shake my head. “No, Sir,” I say for good measure.

“Fuck,” he husks out as he steps up behind me. “I’m going to put this blindfold over your eyes.”

I nod, giving permission.

He ties it over my eyes, blacking my world out, before he takes my hand. “Stand,” he says.

I rise to my feet, and he leads me to what I realize is the bed. He lowers my zipper and helps me out of my dress but leaves on my black lace panties.

He hisses. “Lie back,” he instructs.

I move on the bed so I’m leaning against the headboard, fluffy pillows against my back. It’s quiet in the room, and I hear the movement of him unbuttoning his shirt.

“Do you know how beautiful you are?” he asks me, breaking the silence.

I shake my head, not really knowing how to answer.

“You’re stunning. A perfect swan in my own little pond.”

I await his touch with anticipation swimming frantically in my stomach. I’m so turned on that the intensity of it frightens me.

“You like watching, but what about others watching you?” He circles a finger on the skin of my ankle.

“I don’t know.” I’ve never opened up like this sexually. “Maybe.”

He removes the blindfold and I see a window exposed in the wall with a few men standing on the other side of it, looking in.

I quickly cover myself, and Devereaux stares at me with his eyebrow quirked.

“They can’t touch you, Swan. Only I can, but they want to watch. Is that ok?”

I nod, feeling the arousal forming deep in my core. “Yes.”

“Good girl.”

He grips my ankle and pulls me down the bed. “I’m going to give them a good show. Are you ready?”

“Yes,” I say before he dives between my legs and presses his face against the panel of my panties.

“You smell like sex,” he says, his fingers looping into the waistband of my panties and sliding them down my legs. “I’m going to make you scream for these men. Will you scream loudly for them?”

“Yes,” I say, louder than I need to.

“Good girl. My greedy little thing.” He tosses my panties over his shoulder and presses a fervent kiss to the inside of my thigh.

I squeeze my eyes shut, leaning my head to rest against the coolness of the comforter. My hands fly into his hair, pulling him closer to the spot I want him most. “Please,” I beg.

Devereaux lifts his head for a second and says, “Louder, Swan.”

I belt out the word “Yes,” over and over.

His tongue traces my opening and then his mouth clamps down on my clit, making me scream out in pleasure. Lust spirals through me when he grips my thighs, spreading me apart. His tongue traces over my clit and a euphoric pressure builds that threatens to obliterate me.

I open my eyes, watching the men on the other side of the window. A few guys rub themselves through their pants. Another man pulls his dick out and strokes as he watches Devereaux eat me out.

I can’t turn away from the sight of his hand working his dick.

“Let them know how good I’m making you feel,” Devereaux says.

“So good,” I yell out, arching my back off the bed when Devereaux tongue-fucks me.

I can hear the men groan, touching themselves. “How good does she taste?” one man asks.

Another one says, “I bet she tastes like heaven.”

Their words spur me on, and I grind my hips against Devereaux’s face, reaching up to play with my nipples.

“Yeah. Eat her cunt,” a blond man says, pumping his dick and bucking his hips faster, tugging at his length with quick, hard strokes.

Devereaux’s tongue keeps assaulting my pussy, and my body builds toward an epic orgasm. There’s so much going on around me it’s hard to focus on any one thing.

“Her pussy’s so ripe,” one man says, leaning his forehead against the glass, stroking his dick in his hand. “I bet she’s so tight.”

I can’t believe this is happening.

It turns me on, and I’m so close to coming all over Devereaux’s talented tongue.

“Eat that pussy,” another man says, and I squeeze my eyes shut, my heart pounding.

“She’s about to come. Look at her. She’s going to come all over him,” a man tells another.

“Please don’t stop,” I cry out as my orgasm crashes all around me, my body buzzing like a live wire. I keep riding Devereaux’s face as his fingers push inside me.

My body’s on fire as my orgasm rips right through me. So. Fucking. Good.

“Devereaux,” I call out, wanting him and everyone else to know he’s the reason I’m coming so hard. I keep grinding my body, not wanting to come down from this high.


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