Chapter 91. Main Course

Harlan’s POV

“Let her come, goddamnit!” I say again in a more even tone, though my chest is heaving up and down.

Logan stops slapping her ass, finally. He stares at me for a beat, and a smirk curve up his lips as he says, “As you wish.”

He takes his place behind her, holds her down by putting his hands at the back of her head, and he slams into her like a fucking madman.

Savannah starts screaming, and at first I didn’t know if she was in pain, but after a while, her screams morph into moans. He thrusts into her with sharp, deep strokes. With every thrust he makes, he pushes her against the table, causing the table to shake. Meanwhile, I can only sit behind the table, holding my breath and gritting my teeth.

Logan starts picking up the pace and he’s fully drilling into her now. Savannah is getting close again and her nails dig into the wooden table, leaving clear marks. Her moans grow louder and louder as her breathing gets heavier. And in a matte