Total pages in book: 62
Estimated words: 58747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58747 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
He wants all of me.
Nothing held back.
And I want it, too. Gods but I want it, too. So, turning off the part of my brain shouting that this is a place that should not be touched, was never meant to be touched by another person—
Instead I embrace the strangeness of the feeling and lean my ass back into his probing fingers and I relax all of my muscles back there. I let him in.
And his greedy fingers take what I give, one thick digit slipping inside and making me gasp as he makes it past the initial ring of muscles.
“Such a good girl,” he croons as he explores my ass. Such a foreign feeling, all the while his cock pumps in and out of me, filling me up. And just when I think I’m so full to bursting—with him, with all the sensations that are building in my body—another finger probes at my ass, wanting to squeeze in beside the first.
“I can’t,” I whimper. “It’s too much.”
“I tell you when it’s too much,” he says. “And you can take more.” The heat in his dark voice has me clenching around his length.
Yes. Yes, I want to take whatever he has to give me. So I nod, but his biting voice is there the next instant. “Out loud.”
“Yes, sir. I’ll take what you give.”
He spanks my ass and I yelp, then my back arches in pleasure. And then his finger is back, as relentless as ever.
He plunges his cock so far inside me, I feel him all the way to my womb, so hot and hard inside me. I clench around him. It’s the best feeling in the universe, being stuffed full of him. How did I live before knowing what this felt like? Before knowing him. Knowing him like this. This intimacy of bodies and mouths and tongues—he kisses and bites down my spine like he’s ravenous for me.
Logan. My Logan.
I want to clutch him to my chest. Bury my fingers in his hair. Attach my mouth to his and never let him escape.
But he has his rules so I hold him tight the only way I can, clenching, unclenching, then squeezing again as tight as I can around his cock and fingers. I want to pleasure him as intensely as he’s— Oh oh— He’s hitting that spot and it’s so— It’s so—
I cry out my pleasure wantonly, praying I’m driving him even half as crazy as he is me.
When I finally start to hear him swear, losing control, my pleasure soars higher. It’s working. He’s right here with me.
“Fuck, so tight. Daphne, everything I ever—”
He doesn’t finish the thought but his thrusts become even more reckless. “Gotta fuck you. Have to be so.” He punctuates his words with a ruthless thrust. “Deep.” Thrust. “Inside you.” He bottoms out, but that’s not enough for him apparently.
He pulls the fingers out of my ass so he can grab my hips to start pumping even more furiously.
“Yes,” I cry. “Logan, yes, just like that. Right there.” On his every inward punch, he’s hitting that spot that lights me up.
Then, at the last moment when he’s more frantic than ever, he reaches around the opposite hand that was inside me and begins to stroke at my clit.
“Cum, now,” he orders haggardly, “I command it.”
And just like that, fireworks explode outward from my stomach, looping down to my sex and then spasming outward to my whole body.
“Logan,” I scream, and I keep screaming it until my voice is all but gone, I’m limp on the mattress, and Logan, my Logan, is curled on the bed behind me, one strong arm wrapped protectively around my waist so that I’m snuggled into him.
Daphne
I wake to the scent of roses. Eyes closed, I smile and stretch my arms above my head.
“Good morning, beautiful,” a voice rumbles above me.
I open my eyes to find blue ones staring into mine. “Logan,” I whisper. “It wasn’t a dream.”
“No.” He leans back, giving me room to sit up.
“Your eyes…” I frown in confusion.
“Are still blue. I wore contacts.”
I sit up. “I knew I knew you somehow. I kept getting flashes of deja vu!”
He chuckles. “Here.” He gently sets something on my face. “This will help you see better.”
I touch the familiar frames. “My glasses!”
“I knew you’d eventually uncover the truth. Part of me wanted you to.” He looks almost shy. Vulnerable. The Logan I knew.
I throw my arms around him, practically tackling him. He chuckles and helps me climb into his lap.
“I know you.” I gaze into his beautiful eyes. “I will always know you.”
“No one knows you like I know you,” he says, and a bell tolls, deep within my soul.
“You told me that before. Years ago.”
“It’s still true.”
I repeat now what I told him then. “My father and mother still loved me. They wanted what’s best for me.”