Page 9 of 21 Week Hiatus

“I’m yours to do with as you please.” I assert with a breathy mewl. “Ruin me, Daddy.”

A low, feral growl emanates from deep within Logan's chest, vibrating against my back in a primal rhythm that has my knees quaking. My breath catches in my throat when Logan's mouth descends upon mine with ferocity.

Not that I’m complaining, of course. I’m more than happy to reciprocate the same energy right back. Logan’s usually soft lips are urgent and insistent, like a man who has been deprived for too long.

I'll be honest, I can't deny the thrill that courses through me whenever he's in this mood. There’s a certain allure to a man who exudes dominance, a raw power and confidence that makes me weak in the knees. It's as if his very presence commands attention and ignites a fire within me.

Logan removes his hand that’s keeping mine in place against the wall and using his index and middle fingers to circle my clit. I moan and rock myself against his fingers, greedy for more while our tongues dance frantically, with every nip and suck, Logan elicits a deeper moan of gratification from me.

Time stands still, and all other thoughts just melt away as I am consumed by the fiery passion that ignites between us. In that moment, nothing else matters—not Trent, not the ambiguity of our relationship—only the two of us encased in an impenetrable bubble, as if we are the only two people in existence, bound together by an unquenchable desire.

I can’t get enough of this intoxicating man.

When he presses the crown of his cock against my entrance, I draw in a quick breath. My back arches, my body silently pleading for him to fill me up completely. I open my eyes and peer up at him, Logan's eyes meet mine, dark with desire, and I nod my head, giving him permission to continue.

Slowly, he enters me, one delicious inch at a time, until he is fully immersed inside of me. I gasp at the feeling of being stretched and filled by him. Just hearing Logan hiss and curse when he pushes himself in to the hilt and my vaginal walls contract around him is enough to make me come undone.

Our bodies move together in a rhythm that is both familiar and electrifying. Logan gathers my wet hair and twists it around his hand as he starts to thrust into me with slow, long strokes that gradually become short and hard thrusts.

“Such a good fucking girl,” Logan rasps, his lips grazing my temple as he speaks. “Show Daddy how much you love being fucked by him,” he adds curling his free hand around my throat and thrusting harder. “Sing for me baby.”

“Ah, ahhh, fuck baby, fuck, I can’t get enough of your cock, please Daddy don’t stop fucking me.”

My moans of pleasure fill the room, growing louder and more urgent with each forceful thrust from Logan. The intensity of his cock consumes my entire being, sending waves of ecstasy through every nerve in my body. His primal growls match my cries, his teeth clenched in determination as he relentlessly pounds into me. It seems Logan craves this just as much as I do and he’s not holding back.

“How could I possibly stop when you feel so fucking good?” Logan grunts through gritted teeth, punctuating each word with a powerful thrust. Lost in the moment, he adds, “You want to be ruined? I'll fuck you all day until not only your desperate little cunt is filled but every orifice in your body is dripping with my cum.” Logan growls through gritted teeth as he continues to pound into me.

Holy fuck.

“Yes baby, yes, yes, yesss, drown me in your cum.” He’s so deep I can barely form words as I lock eyes with him, begging for more. My breathless pleas only seem to fuel him further. Logan pushes his index and middle finger into my mouth, and I eagerly suck on them with a guttural moan. I can feel that familiar pressure start to pool deep in my groin, my vaginal walls clench together each time Logan’s piercing brushes against that sweet spot buried deep and I know he knows I’m close. Watching Logan’s grey eyes roll to the back of his head with pleasure is one of the sexiest things I have ever seen.

“Ah fuck…” Logan hisses when I push up on my toes to work my hips up and down, gliding up and down his rigid shaft, fucking myself. He stops thrusting and lets me take control for a moment while he spanks my ass and observes his cock disappearing into my pussy. “Oh, yes, that’s it, baby, work Daddy’s big thick cock into your pussy just how you like it. Use it to make yourself come for me. Play with your clit, yeah, good girl, just like that. I want those knees fucking shaking when you come for me.”

“Y-yes Daddy,” The heat between my legs intensifies with each passing moment, and I moan in ecstasy as I edge closer to the brink of release. While I work myself to orgasm Logan massages my breasts and murmurs filth into my ear about what he’s going to do me after.

“I’m going to fuck you in every room, every corner of this house, Wildfire.” He avows, nipping and sucking at my earlobe. “Then I’m going to take you outside, spread you out on one of the sun loungers and eat your pussy by the pool while the neighbors watch.”

And that sent me over the edge. The fantasy alone of Logan devouring my pussy so publicly while people secretly watch us is enough to drive me wild. “Oh my God,” I whimper when I feel my clit start to pulse as the orgasm builds and builds until it hits the peak, that sweet pinnacle when you’re paralyzed with pleasure and all you can focus on is that sweet release. My body trembles uncontrollably as I go over with a throaty cry. Logan’s name like a mantra on my lips with every surge that fires through me.

“Yes baby, oh fuck yes, that’s the only name you’ll ever scream again.” He growls as he presses kisses along my jaw and slowly thrusts himself into me, fucking me through my soul-shaking orgasm.

“Uh, God, Logan, I love you so much, baby.Fuck.” I pant as I come apart for him and he eats it up. Observing me fixedly in appreciation while my body calms and my orgasm washes away.

Logan smiles faintly against my cheek as he circles his arms around me and holds me against him while he leans in and kisses me slow and deep, stealing what little oxygen I have in my lungs. “Don’t you ever forget it.”

True to promise, we spent the entire day fucking in every acre of his sprawling mansion. After our steamy session in the bathroom, Logancarried me to his bedroom where he pinned me to the mattress and brought us both to screaming orgasms before emptying himself inside me.

Later on in the afternoon, after working up quite the appetite and fucking away Logan's hangover, we were in his kitchen mid-way through making pancakes and fooling around. I was trying to prepare the batter, while Logan was down on his knees between my legs, licking and relentlessly teasing my clit, bringing me close to orgasm and then stopping, keeping me on edge.

Despite Logan's distracting tongue, I was still able to make six pancakes before surrendering to his advances.The pancakes didn’t even make it on to a plate before Logan had me sprawled out on the island covered in maple syrup, whipped cream and chocolate sauce.

The air was thick with passion and sweat as Logan reached for a ripe strawberry from the bowl on the kitchen island. I watch him with hooded eyes as he trailed it down my body, leaving a trail of cold water in its wake, until he reached my center.

I thought I experienced all the ways this exquisite man could pleasure me, but boy, I was wrong.

Logan, being the daring and adventurous man he is, used the ripe, red strawberry to send me over the edge. He slowly and teasingly brushed it through my slick folds, dragging the fruit back and forth against my clit. The coarse texture offered a different sensation. One that sent shockwaves of pleasure pulsing through my body like I had never experienced before.

And after I was done climaxing, he dipped the strawberry inside me, and while looking me in the eyes ate it with a wicked smirk and said, “Better than any fruit or chocolate covered strawberry I’ve ever had.” It was probably the most surreal, yet erotic thing I have ever experienced.

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