Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
I did as he asked, gripping his shoulders, crying his name as he wrapped his mouth around my nipple and sucked hard. He slid his fingers inside me again, steadily pumping, then with one snap, sank inside me. I let my head fall back to the wall as he curved his hands around my ass, sinking his thick thumb inside, the tight muscles closing around his digit and spasming. He slammed into me, the subtle gentleness I was used to, gone. He was like an animal, groaning and growling, using me. He pinned me to the wall, thrusting hard and intense, his thumb deep in my ass, the pressure turning into pleasure. I trembled as my orgasm raged through me, clutching at Logan and begging for more. He moved faster, sending me over the edge, and I gasped out his name. He rode out my orgasm, then grunted, held me close, and stepped back from the wall. In seconds, he had me flipped over the back of the sofa, pushing my legs apart.
“Look at that,” he groaned. “Wet. Swollen. Dripping with your need.” He traced his finger around my ass. “You like me in here, don’t you, Lottie?”
I spread my legs farther apart, lifting myself higher. I was so turned on and ready to come again, I’d give him anything. “Yes, Logan. Yours. All of it is yours.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
A small flash of white caught my eye, and I reached over and grabbed the small bottle of lube left over from us fooling around earlier that week. It had been forgotten and stuck between the sofa cushions.
I held it up. “You won’t.”
He took the bottle, and I felt the cool liquid drip onto my skin and his fingers rub it in, sliding inside and stretching me. I knew he was adding some to his cock, and I whimpered in anticipation.
“Are you sure?” he asked again, sliding his hand down and teasing my clit. “You want to do this with me?”
“Yes,” I groaned.
He slid his cock between my legs, spreading the lube more, then pressed the blunt, heavy head to my cheeks. “Show me.”
I pushed back, feeling him entering. Stretching me. I closed my eyes at the burn, grasping the cushion under me. Logan eased back, then sank in a little more. He moved, his thrusts becoming deeper, sinking inside more with each pivot of his hips. I moaned and whimpered at his size, but I wanted this. I wanted all of him. When he was flush, he rested his head on my back, his breath hot on my neck.
“Your ass is strangling my cock, Lottie. You feel so good.”
He slid his fingers to my clit, stroking and rubbing. Another wave of pleasure hit me, and I pushed back against his hand. He began to move, short, fast strokes inside me that made my legs shake and my entire body tremble. Soon, he had his thumb pressed to my clit, two fingers sunk inside me, and his cock up my ass. Touching, stroking, thrusting. Every movement brought its own pleasure. Every touch its own thrill. I was awash in sensation.
It was too much. It was dirty and lewd, wrong and yet so right because it was Logan. It was us. Every nerve in my body was on fire, and the orgasm building fast within me was going to tear me apart.
“I can’t,” I pleaded. “Logan, it’s too much. I need—you need—oh god, please,” I babbled.
“You can take it,” he snarled. “Take me. All of me, Lottie. I want to hear you come again.”
It happened. My orgasm hit me, strong and wicked. It tore through me, the pleasure like waves all over my body, small pinpricks of pain woven throughout an intense rush of pleasure I thought would make me pass out. I came, screaming and thrashing. Pushing back against his cock and his fingers. Wanting more, coming for what felt like hours as my body quaked with the intensity of his invasion and lost to the ecstasy of the act.
I came until I was limp and spent, unable to move or form a coherent thought. I knew he had orgasmed, the heat and wet filling me up, his low grunt and snarled growls in my ears telling me how much he had enjoyed it.
I drifted, trapped under his body, our slick skin melding together, our breathing rough and ragged. Slowly, he stood, dropping kisses on my back, rubbing my shoulders. He eased from me, and I grimaced as muscles never used protested and my body suddenly realized the awkward angle it was bent into.
Logan pulled me to standing, turning me in his arms. I was a mass of shaking limbs, sweating skin, and covered in him. I knew my hair was all over the place and, no doubt, my makeup smeared. My underwear was half hanging off my body, and without looking, I knew I had scruff burns everywhere. I was an utter and complete mess.