Page 12 of 14 Night Tryst

This man has done something to me.

I couldn’t think about Trent or the consequences that would follow my actions. I wanted him, and he wanted me just as bad, and nothing else in that moment mattered.

“You feel that?” Logan pants thrusting himself into me hard. I gasp, biting down on my lip when his thumb finds my clit and he strokes me teasingly. “Do you feel what your perfect pussy does to me, Savi?”

“Y-yes Daddy.” I whimper, peering up at him, reveling in the vision of how incredibly masculine and attractive he looks with my legs on those broad shoulders, his muscular, tan torso glistening with sweat. He’s a hot mess andI’mthe cause. I want to lean up and run my tongue over his abs, I want to taste the sweat I’m responsible for.

I’m sick.

I don’t even recognize myself anymore.

I’m merely a shadow of my former self. Saint Savi has left the building, she’s nowhere to be seen, and I hope it stays that way, because I’m obsessed with the person I am with Logan.

I stare up into those entrancing eyes, watching me so intently as he drives me into the arm of another orgasm. “Ohhh, fuck, there it is, you’re coming again for Daddy.” He voices, biting down on his lip when my walls clamp down around him. His eyes roll back and his moans become more audible with every thrust. “You’re so fucking tight, so fucking tight baby. Ohh, you’re going to make me come,” he pants, thrusting into me harder, his eyes roll back as the pressure to climax increases pushing us both closer and closer to the apex of our release. The slap of his flesh hitting mine stings enough to make my eyes water, but it feels so damn good. “Beg for it, beg for Daddy’s cum like a thirsty little whore.”

“Oh God, I’m coming, please, please, give it to me daddy, I want it. I want all of it.” My body tenses as I reach that final point before I go over, my toes curl and I forget how to breathe when that warm glow engulfs me, and I go soaring off the edge. “Ohhh, Logannn!”

“Fuck baby, look at you, so beautiful when you come for me.” He affirms, his thumb still stroking my clit, causing my body to judder. Logan follows me over not even a second later when I tighten and spasm around him. I feel him throbbing with every surge of his orgasm as he bottoms out inside me, chanting my name in that deep throaty tone that sends shivers up and down my spine. We go still, basking in that post orgasmic bliss until it vanishes and Logan, still inside me, lowers my legs from his shoulders and leans over to kiss me.

Wrapping my arms around his neck and circling my aching legs around his waist I pull him on top of me, impatient to feel the weight of him on top of me while I deepen the kiss, rousing a groan of gratification from him.

After a couple of minutes Logan breaks the kiss and looks down into my flushed face, his eyes searching mine, “Are you okay?” he whispers, brushing damp strands of my hair away from my face with his thumbs. There’s a look of concern lingering in his eyes. “I didn’t hurt you, right?”

I shake my head, smiling up at him, while I idly trail my fingers up and down his well-defined back. “No, you didn’t hurt me.” Logan smiles and just as quickly as it appears the apprehension vanishes from his gaze leaving them glittering jovially. “I’m not some porcelain doll, Logan. I don’t break that easy. In case you couldn’t tell Ithoroughlyenjoyed every second of it.” I tell him with a knowing smile, and he chuckles.

“I could tell,” he murmurs, brushing a soft kiss to my lips and pulling back again. “But we all have our limits, Savi. I would never want to push you more than you can handle or hurt you.”

I lick my lips and sigh, savoring the taste of him. “I know that, and I trust you enough to know that you won’t hurt me.”

“Good,” he asserts, brushing his nose over mine causing my stomach to flutter at the gesture. “Because it’s unnerving how easy it is for me to lose control when I’m with you.” I trail my middle finger up the length of his spine and smile up at him contented. “What?” Logan asks, smiling.

“You claimed to be a man of control when we first met, but I like that you struggle to control yourself around me,” I admit truthfully. “It feels nice having that kind of power over you.”

Logan takes my arms and lifts them over my head, pinning them to the mattress. The weight of his body dips me further into the mattress and I swallow the moan that rises up in my throat. I love the feeling of his weight on top of me. “I am a man of control with all matters…excluding you. You’d be surprised just how much power you have over me, Savi,” he murmurs, ghosting his lips over mine. “You can bring me to my knees and all it would take is a smile.”

Parting my lips, I teasingly run the tip of my tongue along his bottom lip, “I’ll be sure to keep that in mind for the future, Mr. Peirce.”

Logan laces his long fingers with mine, his tongue darting out and languidly gliding over my own. I can feel him stiffening and filling me up all over again. It’s barely been five minutes since he came, and he’s already recuperated and ready to go. “You’re such sweet trouble, Miss West,” he groans in response. “Look what you’ve done,” he adds pushing his hips into mine and grinding his now fully erect dick against my enflamed g-spot.

“Allow me to take care of that for you,” I offer and shift to roll him onto his back—which is no easy feat with a man of his stature. Logan guffaws amused when I groan attempting and failing to even move him half an inch to the right. “Stop laughing, that was meant to be sexy.” I half giggle, half huff with a put-out pout.

“In what universe can a bitty little thing like yourself flip over a man that’s six-foot and packing a hundred and ninety pounds of pure muscle?” he questions mirthfully and presses a kiss to my pouting lips.

“I may be small, but I am a force, damnit.” I utter with a grunt, shifting to flip him over, but he doesn’t move, only laughs. “Seriously, you’re like a tank.” I huff, lifting my hips to aid me, but they barely lift off the bed. “There has to be a science to thi—ohh!” Before I could finish my sentence or even blink, Logan rolls over onto his back taking me with him. I stare down at him, while he smiles up at me cheekily, his large hands moving from my waist to cup handfuls of my ass. “So much for being a force.”

Logan grins, biting his bottom lip. “You truly are a force, Wildfire. You may not be able to physically overpower me, but emotionally you can ruin me, and in my eyes that’s much more adverse than physical strength,” he affirms, pressing his forehead to mine. My heart swells in my chest and butterflies take flight in my stomach, fluttering wildly. I couldn’t muster up a single word to counter so I did the only thing that would depict my feelings in that moment. I chose to speak with my actions. Brushing my mouth over his, Logan parts his lips readily granting me access to deepen the kiss. Our tongues meet and glide over one another eliciting a moan of pleasure from us both simultaneously.

My hips rock back and forth, while our lips are still fused. Logan’s hands that are on my ass grip tighter, pushing his hips up so he’s immersed inside me as deep as he could possibly go, nine inches of his member filling me completely. “Just like that, baby.”

Breaking the kiss I sit up, placing my hands on his chest for support I slide up on his cock and Logan fixedly watches his member disappear inside me when I slide back down his shaft. “Ahh fuck, such a good girl,” he growls through clenched teeth. “You know just how Daddy likes to be fucked,” he moans, lifting his left arm from my ass to pinch and roll a budding nipple between his thumb and forefinger. A jolt of pleasure thrums though me, my pussy clenching around him at the action. Logan’s fingers are replaced with his mouth. My head falls back, my fingers threading through his hair and fisting at the back of his head while I rock my hips.

“Yes, Daddy,” I pant, fighting off the urge to climax when I feel that familiar stir building in my groin. I’m not ready, I want more. Logan’s hand moves from my waist around my back to grip my ass again, grinding me down against him harder.

“I want this,” he moans, lifting his silver gaze to me while his finger brushes and circles the pearl of my ass. My stomach knots, I’ve never considered doing butt stuff before. No one has ever touched me there. Trent mentioned it once and I freaked out, wouldn’t even let him touch it, but with Logan I’m nodding in approval. “Have you ever tried it?” Logan whispers, sucking on my bottom lip while his fingers continue to stroke me teasingly as I rock against him.

“No,” I sigh, closing my eyes when his lips travel down my throat, feathering hot and wet kisses that make my head whirl. I’m nervous, but too aroused to actually be concerned that the pressure of his finger on my ass is increasing.

Until he mentioned it. “Just keep fucking me, don’t stop.” Exhaling I focus on moving my hips and the intense feeling of his piercing rubbing against my g-spot disperses any qualms of what he plans to do to my butthole.

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