Logan and Banner's story concludes in REAL GOOD LOVE by Meghan March. Logan is a dirty talking alpha who gets down and dirty in a SEXY Sneak Peek of this HIGHLY ANTICIPATED release!
“Are you in the garage all by yourself?”
“Of course.”
“Is your cock hard?”
Logan releases a breath and turns the question around on me. “Is your pussy wet?”
“Dripping.”
He groans into the phone. “Fuck, baby. I wish I had you riding my face right now so I could taste all that sweetness.
And for the record, I’m rock fucking hard.”
I picture Logan in the garage, his hand in his ripped jeans as he jacks his cock. “I wish I could see you.”
“Strip. I want you naked, lying on the bed, legs spread so you can bury your fingers deep in that sweet pussy. I want to hear you make yourself come as I tell you how fucking sexy you are.”
I put the phone on speaker and drop it on the bed so I can peel off my jeans, shirt, panties, and bra. After tearing the duvet off the bed, I move the phone up higher and prop myself up on a pillow.
“If you could see me right now, you’d know that I’m doing exactly that.” My fingers trail down my body to slide through my wetness. Normally, if I were doing this without a phone audience, I’d tease myself more, but with Logan’s words echoing in my head, there’s no need. His low growl comes through the phone at the same
time as my index finger circles my clit. I plunge two fingers inside.
“How tight are you?”
“So tight, but I want more.”
“You want my cock, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Did you bring one of your toys with you?”
“I never leave home without one.”
“Go get it.”
I pop off the bed, eager to follow his orders because I need this orgasm more than I need vodka. And that’s saying a lot. Once I’ve retrieved a prototype from my bag, I return to the bed and the phone. “I’m ready.”
“Lay back down, spread your legs, and tease yourself.”
“Are you jacking yourself off right now, Logan? I need a visual.”
“I’m strangling my cock with my fist, but it’s nothing compared to how hard your pussy grips me when you
come.” I moan, loving his dirty words.
“That’s right, baby. Tease that pussy, because you’re going to fuck it and we’re gonna come at the same time. I want the whole fucking city of New York to hear you scream my name.”
I writhe on the bed, the vibrations of the toy on my clit already dragging me toward the edge, but I need it inside me.
“I’m ready.”
“You’re ready when I say you are.”
“Please, Logan.”
“Fuck, I love the sound of you begging. Push it inside; tell me how it feels.”
I slide the vibrator into my slick entrance, and kick up the intensity of the G-spot massager.
“Oh God. This won’t take long,” I tell him, my voice shaking.
“Fucking right it won’t. You feel it on your G-spot?”
“Yes. Oh my God, yes.”
“Don’t forget to play with that sweet little clit. This is gonna go fast and hard.”
I reach down and toy with my clit as I fuck myself with the vibrator. My moans are met with Logan’s heavy breathing as he jacks himself off.
“I wish I could see you, but I can picture you in my mind, and you’re so fucking beautiful.”
The tidal wave of pleasure surges. “I’m not going to last long.”
“You don’t need to. Come hard, baby. Come hard and let me hear it.”
I kick up the vibrations to the next level, and my scream pierces the room. “Logan!”
“Of course.”
“Is your cock hard?”
Logan releases a breath and turns the question around on me. “Is your pussy wet?”
“Dripping.”
He groans into the phone. “Fuck, baby. I wish I had you riding my face right now so I could taste all that sweetness.
And for the record, I’m rock fucking hard.”
I picture Logan in the garage, his hand in his ripped jeans as he jacks his cock. “I wish I could see you.”
“Strip. I want you naked, lying on the bed, legs spread so you can bury your fingers deep in that sweet pussy. I want to hear you make yourself come as I tell you how fucking sexy you are.”
I put the phone on speaker and drop it on the bed so I can peel off my jeans, shirt, panties, and bra. After tearing the duvet off the bed, I move the phone up higher and prop myself up on a pillow.
“If you could see me right now, you’d know that I’m doing exactly that.” My fingers trail down my body to slide through my wetness. Normally, if I were doing this without a phone audience, I’d tease myself more, but with Logan’s words echoing in my head, there’s no need. His low growl comes through the phone at the same
time as my index finger circles my clit. I plunge two fingers inside.
“How tight are you?”
“So tight, but I want more.”
“You want my cock, don’t you?”
“Yes.”
“Did you bring one of your toys with you?”
“I never leave home without one.”
“Go get it.”
I pop off the bed, eager to follow his orders because I need this orgasm more than I need vodka. And that’s saying a lot. Once I’ve retrieved a prototype from my bag, I return to the bed and the phone. “I’m ready.”
“Lay back down, spread your legs, and tease yourself.”
“Are you jacking yourself off right now, Logan? I need a visual.”
“I’m strangling my cock with my fist, but it’s nothing compared to how hard your pussy grips me when you
come.” I moan, loving his dirty words.
“That’s right, baby. Tease that pussy, because you’re going to fuck it and we’re gonna come at the same time. I want the whole fucking city of New York to hear you scream my name.”
I writhe on the bed, the vibrations of the toy on my clit already dragging me toward the edge, but I need it inside me.
“I’m ready.”
“You’re ready when I say you are.”
“Please, Logan.”
“Fuck, I love the sound of you begging. Push it inside; tell me how it feels.”
I slide the vibrator into my slick entrance, and kick up the intensity of the G-spot massager.
“Oh God. This won’t take long,” I tell him, my voice shaking.
“Fucking right it won’t. You feel it on your G-spot?”
“Yes. Oh my God, yes.”
“Don’t forget to play with that sweet little clit. This is gonna go fast and hard.”
I reach down and toy with my clit as I fuck myself with the vibrator. My moans are met with Logan’s heavy breathing as he jacks himself off.
“I wish I could see you, but I can picture you in my mind, and you’re so fucking beautiful.”
The tidal wave of pleasure surges. “I’m not going to last long.”
“You don’t need to. Come hard, baby. Come hard and let me hear it.”
I kick up the vibrations to the next level, and my scream pierces the room. “Logan!”
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ABOUT THIS BOOK
From USA Today bestselling author Meghan March comes a sexy new duet with a hero you won't want to miss.
I’ve had my fair share of bad boys, but nothing prepared me for what it was like to be with a real good man.
Logan Brantley changed everything.
Somewhere along the way, what started as a fling became the best part of my life.
He makes me want all the things I’ve never had, like forever and happily ever after, but nothing worth having comes easily.
Everyone is betting on us to fail, but I’m ready to fight for this real good love.
Real Good Love is the conclusion of the Real Duet and should be read following Real Good Man.
From USA Today bestselling author Meghan March comes a sexy new duet with a hero you won't want to miss.
I’ve had my fair share of bad boys, but nothing prepared me for what it was like to be with a real good man.
Logan Brantley changed everything.
Somewhere along the way, what started as a fling became the best part of my life.
He makes me want all the things I’ve never had, like forever and happily ever after, but nothing worth having comes easily.
Everyone is betting on us to fail, but I’m ready to fight for this real good love.
Real Good Love is the conclusion of the Real Duet and should be read following Real Good Man.
Real Good Love releases January 17th!
Logan and Banner's story began in Real Good Man!
Read an EXCERPT & Purchase your copy HERE
Read an EXCERPT & Purchase your copy HERE
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Meghan March has been known to wear camo face paint and tromp around in woods wearing mud-covered boots, all while sporting a perfect manicure. She's also impulsive, easily entertained, and absolutely unapologetic about the fact that she loves to read and write smut. Her past lives include slinging auto parts, selling lingerie, making custom jewelry, and practicing corporate law. Writing books about dirty talking alpha males and the strong, sassy women who bring them to their knees is by far the most fabulous job she's ever had. She loves hearing from her readers at meghanmarchbooks@gmail.com.
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